Title: Communication Skills
Author: Minxie Wells
Release date: August 2nd 2016
Genre: Adult, Erotica, Contemporary
Novelist and competitive board game player, Kira, sits down opposite her Scrabble opponent, Grahame Gaines, a few moments after the buzzer rings. Little does she know that A-P-O-L-O-G-Y is more than his first word of the game; it is also her first sense that Grahame is less an opponent than the Dom she’s been hoping to meet to help her explore her hidden submissive urges.
When this kinky and ultra-wealthy corporate magnate spots her again during her introductory visit to a local S&M club, he offers up his services as a mentor to indoctrinate her into the world of sexual slavery, and her lessons in Communication Skills begin.
During their visit to a private Manhattan sex parlor, Grahame has a catsuited Dutch Domme and her harem of slave girls put a reluctant and defiant Kira through her paces, using fetish wear, bondage, canes, floggers, dildos and an introduction to bisexuality, to ensure that Kira will be adequately prepared to serve her Master–but only should she prove pleasing enough for his collar. Kira slowly learns that serving Grahame–no matter how perverse his demands–is far more rewarding than winning any word game.
This is a great BDSM romance with quite a unique setting. I personally LOVE playing Scrabble so when I read the synopsis of this book I was sold and absolutely HAD to read it! This book was enjoyable to read and had some fantastically steamy sex scenes. Yum! This book flowed easily and the characters were great! Grahame…. man was he sexy! I would play Scrabble with him any day! I do wish that there was a bit more character buildup. Maybe I said that wrong. I just didn’t really feel like I knew Grahame, as sexy as he is..I would have liked to know more!
Overall I really enjoyed this book and can’t wait to read more from this author!
*I received a complimentary copy of the book from Netgalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.*
About the Author
You think you know me. But you really don’t.
You’ve seen me wheeling my cart through Whole Foods,
And fundraising for the PTA.
Perhaps I’m the blonde who works in the next cubicle,
Or the redhead texting beside you on the bus.
I’m the leaf-raking neighbor who waves as you pass,
The last one you’d suspect.
And while you’ve written me off…
Picturing me heating up leftovers,
Cheering on my kids at Little League,
Racing my dogs to the vet,
Working up a sweat at the gym,
I’ve been sitting here all along,
Weaving titillating tales of debauchery,
And laughing to myself, imagining your reaction,
As I play Cat’s Cradle with your libido.
And swirl pirouettes inside your brain.