Helpful Score: 2
I had a really hard time getting through this book...I didn't feel the connection between the characters and it started off with a scene with no emotion, IMO. I ended up skipping a most of the sex scenes just because they were monotonous and predictable. I'll give the author another shot because I've got a few more books by her and hopefully this was just a fluke.
Helpful Score: 1
I have been waiting for a book where the men also enjoy eachother and this book does just that. However, I wish there was more action between them. I agree the sex scenes did get redundant but overall I liked this book.
Helpful Score: 1
Well if you have read Pleasure Bound this is basically the same plot. Not bad read but too similar to the other book.
Helpful Score: 1
Forbidden Heat, the latest erotic novel by Opal Carew, is unfortunately lacking in both aspects of its titular promise. Relying heavily on trite phrases, clichéd situations, and stereotypical notions of feminine desire, the book is a mediocre romance at best.
The novel tells the tale of three college friends reunited under sexy circumstances. Danielle, Jake, and Trey quickly form a threesome, engaging in wild weekends and shedding clothing for a romp every couple of pages. This in itself isnt a problem, but the accompanying lack of character development quickly becomes off-putting. Unable to distinguish between the two male romantic leads (except in terms of the almost gag-inducing references to Jakes ponytail), readers are bound to tune out when it comes to the endless cataloguing of exactly whose cock-head is plumbing whose slick opening.
For a two-guy/one-gal threesome story, theres also surprisingly little anal sex, and though the female is quick to get down on her knees, the men rarely touch each other despite a backstory that perpetually notes they had once been lovers. Poor, confused Danielle keeps telling herself that she is merely reuniting her gay friends, all the while getting screwed six ways to Sunday by the dynamic duo. Naturally, she doesnt see her own happy ending coming. Despite bland obstacles, the lovers will continue their blissful love triangle forevermore, panting and moaning all the way. Too bad readers wont care, as they never get close to these naughty boys and their gal pal.
The language of the books contrived sex scenes quickly becomes repetitive. Instead of employing pussy or its even coarser Germanic equivalent, Carew refers to Danielles lady bits as her opening on nearly all occasions. This is changed up with the modifiers slick or wet, and even back for one anal dalliance, but such hesitant language coming from a writer of smut seems as appropriate as a priest in a whorehouse.
(Originally published at Quill & Quire at http://www.quillandquire.com/reviews/review.cfm?review_id=6771)
The novel tells the tale of three college friends reunited under sexy circumstances. Danielle, Jake, and Trey quickly form a threesome, engaging in wild weekends and shedding clothing for a romp every couple of pages. This in itself isnt a problem, but the accompanying lack of character development quickly becomes off-putting. Unable to distinguish between the two male romantic leads (except in terms of the almost gag-inducing references to Jakes ponytail), readers are bound to tune out when it comes to the endless cataloguing of exactly whose cock-head is plumbing whose slick opening.
For a two-guy/one-gal threesome story, theres also surprisingly little anal sex, and though the female is quick to get down on her knees, the men rarely touch each other despite a backstory that perpetually notes they had once been lovers. Poor, confused Danielle keeps telling herself that she is merely reuniting her gay friends, all the while getting screwed six ways to Sunday by the dynamic duo. Naturally, she doesnt see her own happy ending coming. Despite bland obstacles, the lovers will continue their blissful love triangle forevermore, panting and moaning all the way. Too bad readers wont care, as they never get close to these naughty boys and their gal pal.
The language of the books contrived sex scenes quickly becomes repetitive. Instead of employing pussy or its even coarser Germanic equivalent, Carew refers to Danielles lady bits as her opening on nearly all occasions. This is changed up with the modifiers slick or wet, and even back for one anal dalliance, but such hesitant language coming from a writer of smut seems as appropriate as a priest in a whorehouse.
(Originally published at Quill & Quire at http://www.quillandquire.com/reviews/review.cfm?review_id=6771)
