Kate thought that once her mother died, the pain she had caused would end. Then she discovered that a letter had been sent to a prominent television presenter on her mother’s orders taunting him with the fact that Kate now held photographs which would ruin him and probably lead to his arrest. Suddenly Kate is running for her life. She seeks help from Rob, a much older man whom she has only known for a very short time. While at his London apartment, she rescues a teenage girl, Vickie, from a street pimp and over the following days finds a bond growing between them that feels like a lot more than friendship; but with both their lives now in danger there is no time for thoughts of anything but escape and survival.
My dalliances with romances have to date been bad experiences, the books I have previously read and reviewed, Fifty Shades of Grey and The Man Every Woman Wants were definitely not my cup of tea so I approached this desperately hoping that this would break my barren spell and give me something that I would enjoy.
The author did describe this book to me, in our initial correspondence, as BDSM without the B and within a few pages I was straight into that aspect of the explicit yet oddly personal world of fetish fans. To begin with the psychology of the shared predilection for discipline is quite interesting but after the initial encounter this aspect is moved to the side somewhat to make way for the main storyline.
The thriller part of the book has its moments, there is an agonised wait style atmosphere which had a similar feel to the author’s previous work that I reviewed, that feeling of an unknown poised plot device just waiting to strike which I do like. There is some action and a variety of plot lines, as well, involving relationships and emotional upheavals going on, set to a grim backdrop but then again this is set in England.
It’s not all bleak though, there is some sardonic humour running through the pages, there is some very earthy language liberally sprinkled about and although the humour was presumably intended to lighten the plot it just added to the dismal feel of the story. I think that may be due to my taste in humour though, if you don’t mind a lot of vulgarity then you may feel different to this reader on that score.
I haven’t mentioned the characters until now…something which I shall remedy immediately. They are a mixed bag of individuals, the two main characters are Vickie and Kate and handily they are the two that polarised my feelings the most. I liked Kate (to a point), her vulnerability and confusion over her sexual inclinations really make you feel for her, especially at her initial introduction. Vickie on the other hand annoyed me with her distasteful language and all round vexatious attitude.
When you think about it, It just goes to show you never really know who people are when you see them out and about, anybody you pass on the street could be into anything and all that can be a bit of a sinister thought on some levels but it does keep the day interesting on others. What I do know is that in common with this book there are many people with confused and complex emotional relationships and when all is said and done life does imitate art.
This book was, in all honesty, a challenge to review as I’m not really sure who this book is aimed at, were I up for a thriller, I would want less of the sex and fetish stuff but if that is what I was after then I would probably be disappointed that there wasn’t enough in that department.