From Publisher: He pushes her sexual boundaries . . .
From the moment waitress Karina meets him in a New York bar, she knows James is different. Daring. Dominating. Though he hides his true identity from her, the mysterious, wealthy businessman anticipates her every desire and fulfills her secret fantasies. Awakened by his touch, Karina discovers a wild side she hadn’t known existed and nothing is off limits. She aches for more . . .
What begins as an erotic game soon escalates to a power play that blurs the line between pleasure and pain. Even as she capitulates to James’s sensual demands, Karina craves more. She wants his heart, his soul. She wants his love . . . and she’ll break all the rules to get it.
MY THOUGHTS: Awful. Truly Awful. I honestly forced myself to finish this. There’s not one part of this story that I liked. James is a mysterious stranger who is instantly attracted to 26 year old grad student Karina Casper. They meet at a bar, where she’s filling in for a friend. At first she thought he was 40ish, then 34, but his age wasn’t given. He’s got blond hair and green eyes. They begin a sexual affair that night that consists mostly of dildos and him preforming oral sex on her, often in the back of a limo. There’s only one scene of actual penile/vaginal penetration.
James tells her who he really is, James Byron LeStrange, a famous reclusive artist who goes by the name J.B. Lester, and the real BS comes at the end when Karina finds out he’s also another famous person, a singer who her roommate Becky just happens to have a crush on. I’d guessed that part before Karina did. Could a story get anymore absurd than this?! Though there’s this mystique surrounding James I just found him to be bland. He ran off crying at the end and it was the biggest WTF moment of the book.
Karina and her 26 year old roommate are both annoying and seem immature to me. Becky calls her Rina and Karina calls her Becks. Both are always saying, ‘Oh, jeez’ and the Asian-American Becky is always eating rice (she was two out of three times.) Karina is the type of woman I can’t stand- one who blabs all of her personal sexual business to her friends an she told Becky everything at the end. Another thing that bugged the crap out of me about Karina is this- Stefan is a foreign man who drives her around everywhere in a limo or some other type of car, at James’ request. She becomes friends with him, wonders about his accent yet never once asks the man where he’s from. I just can’t understand that. Karina has a horrible habit of ending some of her answers with a question mark. Example: James asks her why she wants to take the dildo home with her. She replies, ‘Um, because I miss you when we’re apart and it’ll make me feel like I have a piece of you with me?’.
I didn’t care a thing for either James or Karina. Though the sex was graphic it did nothing for me, this coming from someone who loves filth and porn. There’s not one interesting sex scene. Because I strongly dislike Karina I couldn’t like this book and I won’t be reading the sequel nor will I read anything from this author again.
I don’t understand why this is called Slow Surrender. No one was slow to surrender anything. The story spanned three or four weeks.
I received this from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.