Her car disabled during a tropical storm, Jessica Randall discovers the isolated house where she's sheltering is a private bondage club. At first shocked, she soon becomes aroused watching the interactions between the Doms and their subs. But she's a professional woman--an accountant--and surely isn't a submissive...is she?
Master Z hasn't been so attracted to a woman in years. But the little sub who has wandered into his club intrigues him. She's intelligent. Reserved. Conservative. After he discovers her interest in BDSM, he can't resist tying her up and unleashing the passion she hides within.
I picked up Club Shadowlands as a freebie on a Bookbub email a few months ago, and am just now getting around to reading it. If you haven’t signed up for their email list, and Jay’s email list over at the Choosy Bookworm, go do it. They will send you emails every day of free and discounted ebooks to whet your literary appetite. You’re not going to find something on every email, but every few emails you will run across a book is worth a second look.
Since the Original Sinner series from Tiffany Reisz will be ending soon (October 27) with the publication of the Queen, I have been halfheartedly searching for a series of a similar vein. I have run across Cherise Sinclair’s name at least a dozen times in this search, so when I found that this first novella was free, I thought, “Hey, why not?” The Shadowlands series has ten books in it so far, so if it was good it would set me up with reading material for at least a few months, right?
So, on to the story. Jessica, a curvy vanilla accountant wrecks her car into a ditch on a dark and stormy night. She walks in the rain to the closest house, which just so happens to be a BDSM club owned by the intriguing Master Z. She’s looking for a phone, to call a tow truck, but at Master Z’s urging, she signs the standard club contract so that she may enter. Once she gets inside, a phone is the last thing on her mind. Maybe it’s the season, but I couldn’t help but be reminded of a favorite Halloween movie of mine, the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I’m pretty sure Master Z couldn’t pull off a corset and heels like Tim Curry, but it didn’t stop me from humming the Time Warp as I read. I liked that the author describes Zachary, aka Master Z, as older than your average MC in these books. There’s something to be said for having lived and experienced life. The older I get, the more these 22 and 25 year old MCs make me shake my head and think, “Really?”
As she enters the club, and starts to notice what’s going on around her, Jessica is about four shades of red, and enjoying herself, even though she’s sure that she shouldn’t be. Master Z is revealed to be able to read minds, but at this point I haven’t been able to determine if that’s an actual paranormal ability, or if he’s just that good. He pegged Jessica as a potential sub from his first glance at her, and wants her for his own. Can he convince Jessica to abandon her insecurities and inhibitions? (Of course he can…..lol)
This little novella was only 155 pages, but I enjoyed the time I spent with it. I think if the story were set on a longer scale of a full novel we would get to see some more character development; I was very intrigued with Master Z, and would like to know more about him. I believe I will have to pick the next book in this series up!
Till next time
About the Author:
Whenever I ask for BDSM recommendations, I am told the same two words all the time: Cherise Sinclair. ~ Under the Covers Reviews
Authors often say their characters argue with them. Unfortunately, since Cherise Sinclair’s heroes are Doms, she never, ever wins.
A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, she’s renowned for writing heart-wrenching romances with laugh-out-loud dialogue, devastating Dominants, and absolutely sizzling sex. And did I mention the BDSM? Her awards include a National Leather Award, Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice nomination, and Best Author of the Year from the Goodreads BDSM group.
Fledglings having flown the nest, Cherise, her beloved husband, and one fussy feline live in the Pacific Northwest where nothing is cozier than a rainy day spent writing.