Author Sylvia Storm had a weird, atmospheric dream. Luckily for us, she got it down in writing before it evaporated. The result is an erotic thriller that’s Kafka + Chandler + Anais Nin + The Godfather + Dirty Harry. It’s set in a formless, disturbed milieu in which Sarah can’t remember who she is, where she works (maybe the Bowlarama?), why she’s there, or anything–except that she’s on a mission to kill a man with a gun and a silencer.
Her description of her predicament resonates with my 20s and 30s: “I am lost in a world that knows me, yet I know nobody and nothing about it. I play by rules I have no idea how to follow. I stumble through life and pray stupidity is good enough to keep me alive. Helpless. And another day always comes.” (My problem was immaturity, no college degree, and a lousy string of jobs, not a hit job that I was compelled to do.)
Bleak? You bet. But hang in there for a sizzling lesbian romp that hits like a cold bucket of water to the face. It’s Sarah and Jin, a Chinese takeout delivery girl. In front of a roomful of mobsters (like in an erotic dream). Alone, this is worth the price of admission (and Storm, brazenly and effectively breaks off the scene to continue with the plot, which heats up to the level of the sex scene and to a finale that’s as gory as the sex was hot). But there’s a whole lot more here from a writer showing real control of her craft. A highly recommended, genre-busting short novel that delivers on all fronts.
Alison’s night of mindless lesbian lust with her girlfriend Moriah (in the same bar where she once “entertained” seven guys on a busted pool table) goes belly-up: Moriah’s plane is late, and Tommy (the old friend with benefits who played sheriff during her serial gangbang) walks in with four German auto execs. He had hired a mother/daughter duo of whores to entertain them on that pool table, but they’re no-shows. Alison, dressed in full-slut mode, owes him. She’ll help him close the deal of a lifetime—for a price. Alison doesn’t give it away free anymore. [ ]
E-Read Erotica Reviews: I love how this makes me feel. Drunk with the possibilities of random and wanton sex. Fucking the norms and the rules. Spitting back at those who would call this trashy smut. Because it is, and it says it with a smile and a middle finger held up proud and high. A book that makes me feel free again? Certainly so.
They slid into the booth. Tommy made the introductions, and Alison spoke in a low voice, but clearly enunciating. “I know Tommy told you I’m an enthusiastic amateur, not like those professional ladies he had made arrangements with. I just want you to understand that since the last time I was in this bar for that gangbang Tommy told you about, my sexual relations have been exclusively with women. I’m saying that to let you know that I may be a little, you know, tight.”
Word count: 7,000