Growing numb to
life, to his on-and-off girlfriend of many years, his career, even
Scotch, a man turns fifty. He is a translator who can no longer dream of
translating beautiful works of fiction. He is an amateur musician who
can no longer dream of expressing his life on a higher plane, without
words. As he glares inside himself he sees little but his declining
sexuality, his crumbling hold on life, a growing list of failed
relationships, and a darkening well of loneliness.
Stumbling upon an image on the Internet one night, he suddenly hears cell doors sliding open. He stares at a young woman, in profile, beautiful, unblinking, regal. Instinctively he knows that by lingering on that image he will shatter a relationship that has kept him on the sane side of loneliness as surely as if he stepped in front of a speeding eighteen-wheeler. But desperate to feel alive again before time runs out, he knows he must see the stranger behind the pixels on his laptop screen.
Although it is her image that first transfixes him, his eye afterwards chances on a handful of words on the Internet page. She is a dominatrix. The word triggers something inside him, blows the dust off fantasies trickling back to adolescence, and slowly begins to re-choreograph his decades of sexual memories. Was he ever really the dominant male he thought he was? Did he have a sexual alter-ego? Was this the last card he had to play in life? The face on the screen held the answer. He would find out even if it killed him.
Stumbling upon an image on the Internet one night, he suddenly hears cell doors sliding open. He stares at a young woman, in profile, beautiful, unblinking, regal. Instinctively he knows that by lingering on that image he will shatter a relationship that has kept him on the sane side of loneliness as surely as if he stepped in front of a speeding eighteen-wheeler. But desperate to feel alive again before time runs out, he knows he must see the stranger behind the pixels on his laptop screen.
Although it is her image that first transfixes him, his eye afterwards chances on a handful of words on the Internet page. She is a dominatrix. The word triggers something inside him, blows the dust off fantasies trickling back to adolescence, and slowly begins to re-choreograph his decades of sexual memories. Was he ever really the dominant male he thought he was? Did he have a sexual alter-ego? Was this the last card he had to play in life? The face on the screen held the answer. He would find out even if it killed him.
I am not big on the erotica/BDSM genre but I wanted to give this book a chance because the cover and the synopsis caught my eye. The author sure does take you on an emotional ride with this book. I love the flashbacks while journeying through the current story and how they intertwine to make a complete story. This story is about invoking empathy, sympathy, and cheering on K. From beginning to end, this story keeps the reader entranced. I truly enjoyed reading this book, I just wish there were more to read!
I recommend this book!
I received this book for review from the author for the WorldWind Virtual Blog Tour
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