That is the whole problem of erotic books of the moment, who want to ride the (harrowing, heartbreaking oh) wave (or rather the small tub) Fifty Shade of Grey ... we sell you the depraved sex and in the end we finds himself in a working girl story worthy of Harlequin, short erotic currently in trouble, so to speak, to find his way.
This is not the case here, though the title suggests otherwise, the book he does not bother: there is an abundance of sex and something for everyone (or almost) ... the problem is to me because we have the impression that the author was an imposed roadmap where it should not 1) not to forget any clichés and 2) offer part of legs in the air every "deviant" sexual.
Everything is too staged, too ... too all simply there one minute and not think this kind of literature we get bored quickly if only one practice for a while (which is my case) .
In short, really nothing new under the sun. It's a shame because unlike EL James, Emma Cavalier has a certain style, more than two words of vocabulary and a good dose of enthusiasm ... she should just restrains his desire to return the current trend of erotic literature, which is not far away and her best.
