I’m going to start right off with the simple fact this book won’t be everyone’s cup of tea. But I love tea. I love it tooth-staining dark and bitter, with no sugar added. But it’s best when the tea itself has a faint sweetness all its own. That’s almost exactly what I tought of Cara McKenna’s http://www.caramckenna.com/all-books.html Willing Victim. This book took me to dark places that managed to leave a sweet aftertaste, all while infusing me with an energizing high.
Willing Victim is about two people others might call broken finding acceptance with each other. Underground boxer Flynn has a mean streak, and violence comes easily to him. He likes his sex rough, and he especially likes the pretense of protest (though always with a safe word). Laurel has her engineering degree, but tired of living for other people, she chooses to waitress instead. She’s as normal as a girl can be on the outside, but a troubled childhood has left her craving giving up control. On the surface, Flynn and Laurel look like they belong in different universes, but they challenge each other beautifully, and they each have a little something the other finds irresistable.
The story is gritty and tender in turns, and that pretty much sums up the sex between Flynn and Laurel, too. Enjoy these lines from Willing Victim, and pick up a copy if you’re in the mood for black tea.
The restaurant was designed to feed people and get them back out the door—the tables were tall and there weren’t any chairs, the idea being for customers to stand and for families with small children to find a different fucking place to eat.–Kindle Locations 163-165.
Either he was being serious or he subscribed to a complicated, psychological-warfare style of flirting.–Kindle Location 205.
His eyes were at once calculating and wild, an image of his face in the throes of excitement flashed like a dirty movie across her mind—a meanness in that stare, a cruel sneer on his lips, a flare of his nostrils, a heaviness in his lids as he gave himself over to the dark things he craved…The bell sounded. Not men anymore. Animals.–Kindle Locations 374-381.
“Are you part of the BDSM scene or whatever?” Laurel asked.
He made an exasperated noise. “I can’t stand that shit. They make everything so fucking complicated. You might as well be one of those Civil-fucking-War…” He twirled his hand, searching for the word.
He snapped his fingers at her. “Three points. Anyhow, I just like stuff a lot of women don’t, so I have to make sure I find the ones who do. Like, really do. Do you have a man someplace?”
“Good,” he said.–Kindle Locations 831-838.