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SORDID by Nikki Sloane
Release Date: May 29, 2016
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
It took me years to find the courage to speak to Luka. He seemed exactly like me. Intelligent. Focused. Serious.
But he’s not the man I imagined.
His reality is cruel and dark. He traps me in his web, his power twisting tighter the more I struggle, until it’s hopeless. I can’t break free.
As he drags me unwillingly into his filthy world, I can’t ignore the terrifying idea circling my mind. What if I belong here with him?
*WARNING. This book is meant for mature audiences and is a very dark erotic romance.
***I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review. All thoughts are 100% my own.***
This book wasn’t an easy read. I will be MOST upfront and tell you that this book wasn’t flowers and chocolate. I have read a few stories that involve this sort of thing and most of them bother in the sense that I think the heroine of the story is an idiot and the hero needs to be mutilated. And so when the request to review went out, I was hesitant because I generally am not fond of dark romance. I have read a few, though, that were stellar, even if I’m left confused in the end. Besides that, I LOVE Ms. Sloane’s other works (The Blindfold Series), so I thought I’d give this one a shot.
Let me be clear in this, and the author is VERY clear in this as well. There is graphic depictions of non-consensual sex. This isn’t something she’s shied away from saying. It happens in this book. And I’ve read stories that have that, and though they make me MOST uncomfortable, not one of them sank me down as far as this one did. It isn’t the Hollywood-ized version of rape. It isn’t what politicians would tout as “legitimate” rape. It is something that is all too familiar to entirely too many women. And it was a HARD pill to swallow. What made this scene so hard to take was the EMOTIONAL ride we took with the heroine. And it was hard. I had to put the book down for a while. It TRIGGERED too much. So, if this sort of thing triggers you, DO NOT READ IT. Don’t even ATTEMPT to. And that, too, is clearly stated by the author in the front content. She even encourages you to get a refund.
That being said. All that warning BEING said…I’ve read worse published by Amazon. So, I personally don’t understand the ban on the book. There are quite a few other books in this same vein on there, yet unlike those books…the hero owns up to his actions and tries to do right. His methods need work, he’s not a sympathetic character, but he’s the most moral and just out of those in his circle. Which is sad.
How did I feel about this book? Honestly, I liked it. It was hard. Ms. Sloane sold me on the fact that her hero is a true product of his environment, but he’s the BEST person he knows how to be. He’s completely, irredeemably flawed, but he’s doing the best that he knows how. Ms. Sloane sold me on the fact that her heroine truly was intelligent and she was good, and SHE was able to inspire her hero to be a better man. This is definitely not a book for everyone. This isn’t something I’d openly recommend to people. This isn’t the “If you like blah blah, then read this.” type of book. I would recommend it if someone asked me about this particular type of book, because it’s so well written.
Ms. Sloane takes the reader on an emotional journey. She sets the tone early that this will not be pleasant, but by the end, we’re left feeling satisfied with its conclusion. The ending felt RIGHT for the characters, regardless of the beginning. And in most stories, this isn’t something that needs to be said, but all things considered, that’s a feat in this type of story. Most of the time the ending feels contrived and forced, or at the very least unnatural. I know this is a long review, but this is a very difficult book.
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“So, Addison, we’re both stuck here for other people.” Luka took a step toward me, and even though there was still quite a bit of space left between us, his one small step felt enormous. Like he was now twice the size he’d been a second ago.
My chest was beginning to feel warm, no doubt from the tequila. “How is it you remember my name?”
“Probably for the same reason you remember mine.”
That was incredibly doubtful, but I kept my face plain. “Calculus was that memorable for you?”
“Yeah, it was. You were there every class, staring at me.”
I inhaled sharply, mortified, and tore my gaze away. “I did not.”
“Look at me.” His firm tone made it so there was no other option but to obey. When I did, his black eyes were focused and intense. “You stared when you didn’t think I could tell, but you weren’t very good at hiding it.” I opened my mouth to deny further, but he cut me off. “I was better than you. I made sure you never noticed I was looking.”
My brain disconnected and thought ceased. “Why?”
Luka’s hands rested casually on his hips. “Because a girl like you . . .” He scrubbed a hand over his mouth. He seemed to search for the right word, but not find it, and every drawn-out second that passed made it worse. Because a girl like you . . . Isn’t good enough. Rich enough. Smart enough. A girl like you isn’t experienced enough.
“You shouldn’t be interested in a guy like me.”
“What?” I was intelligent and well spoken, and yet I couldn’t choke out more than one word at a time.
“I’m not a nice guy.”
I swallowed hard. “Well . . .” How was I supposed to respond to that? “I’m sure that’s not true.”
Luka remained like a statue. He didn’t argue or defend himself, and tension wound around us like ruthless vines.
My question was breathy. “Why did you stare at me if you weren’t interested?”
“Did I say I wasn’t interested?” He took another step, growing larger still, reaching a point where I couldn’t see anything else. Just him. “Nobody looked at me the way you did, and I liked it. It’s exactly how you’re looking at me now.”
All the air vanished from the room.
“And how’s that?” It was dizzying when he took the final step and brought us chest to chest, his mouth inches from mine. Was any of this effect from the tequila, or was it all him? His gaze traced over each inch of my face, and I could feel it etching into my skin.
“Like you want me to do bad things to you.”
Oh my God.
As he’d done, I stood motionless, neither confirming nor denying. I held my breath, waiting for him to make his move. I expected him to kiss me. Or maybe laugh in my face, although Luka didn’t seem like the type to laugh easily. He was deadly serious.
“Do you?” His question was soft and indifferent, even as it carried the weight of an enormous challenge.
Did I want him to do bad things to me? “I don’t know,” I blurted out. “Maybe.”
Luka looked just as I felt—surprised by my admission. What had I just sort of agreed to? A tremble began in the backs of my knees and moved upward when his head tipped down. His mouth lowered until his warm lips sealed over mine.
Everything was madness. My actions, the situation, and most importantly, his kiss. I spun out of control under his mouth, surrendering to it completely, even as the kiss was tame. Luka pressed his lips to mine tentatively, but when I parted my lips to gasp, he took advantage.
His tongue dipped into my mouth and was an electric jolt straight between my legs. Did I taste like tequila as he did to me, or could he also taste my lust? I had two years’ worth, and this kiss broke the dam holding it back. It poured from me, and as I spun, I latched my hands onto his shoulders to keep myself steady.
What the hell was I doing?
About the Author:
Nikki Sloane landed in graphic design after her careers as a waitress, a screenwriter, and a ballroom dance instructor fell through. For eight years she worked for a design firm in that extremely tall, black, and tiered building in Chicago that went through an unfortunate name change during her time there. Now she lives in Kentucky and manages a team of graphic artists. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, is married with two sons, writes dirty books, and couldn’t be any happier.
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