About the Book:
Mona Lisa St. James made a deathbed promise that she would do anything to save her mother's art gallery. Unfortunately, not only is The Red painted red, but it's in the red. She soon realizes she has no choice but to sell it.
Just as she realizes she has no choice but to sell it, a mysterious man comes in after closing time and makes her an offer: He will save The Red if she agrees to submit to him for the period of one year.
The man is handsome, English, and terribly tempting...but surely her mother didn't mean for Mona to sell herself to a stranger. Then again, she did promise to do anything to save The Red...
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The Read and Agonizing
Spoilers up ahead, but why does that matter? You're probably going to read it anyway.
So, the hero, Malcom, propositions the heroine, Mona: have sex with me one night a month and I'll help you save your art gallery. Come on, what level-headed, independent, strong, feminist with commonsense WOULDN'T sell her body to a complete stranger (of course he's handsome and devilish) for $500k? (I hope you can sense my sarcasm here...)
Ms. Mona, because of a deathbed promise to her mother, agrees to the demand, even after the stranger says he's going to use her up like an old shoe, then toss her aside once the year is over. And so begins their tawdry, taboo, and often times over-the-top affair.
Fisting, beastiality, group sex, double penetration--just a few of the taboo sexual adventures these two experience together. Like I've said before, I'm not a prude, but if you're trying to write a romance novel, even an erotic tale, keeping the sex between the main characters (even in a polyamorous relationship) should be the rule. I hate how Malcom has sex with whoever, invites whoever to come have sex with Mona, but then has a hissy fit when Mona decides to have sex with someone else. He acts like she was faithless, while the throughout the story, neither one of them is acting particularly faithful.
Oh yeah, Malcom is a ghost who died after impregnating his wife then running to his lover...another example of a cheating, faithless man.
Also, the ending of this book was just too off the wall. Yeah, yeah, I know, Mona has been having sex with a ghost for most of the book, the ending shouldn't throw you for an annoying, nauseating loop--but it does. It feels rushed and forced, and none too romantic.
While the sex scenes were interesting, to say the least, and the plot had incredible potential to reach the heights of AM Helen's FIVE STEPS TO THE HAREM and Sierra Simone's PRIEST and MIDNIGHT MASS, it falls flat.