Sweet and Sinful Saturday Reads…

I had this novel for quite some time and I’ll admit the non-HEA ending kept holding me back. I’m mad at myself for waiting to read it though. It was such a great story!

I didn’t expect the BDSM side of it all, but I found it really well written. Shannon Youngblood does a great job pulling you into this story. It’s a beautiful story that includes some hardship but the characters grow in a great way.

In a couple of spots there were a couple of simple typos like i vs I that I hope can be fixed for future readers.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and this book reminds us of that. I love the message of self-love. You don’t have to be a certain size to have body image issues and this message can help many.

Jackson and Maggie forever!

“No matter what anyone says, you are BEAUTIFUL. Inside and out!”

Fat:
/fat/
Adjective
1. (of a person or animal) having a large amount of excess flesh.

Hi. My name is Maggie, and I’m a fat person. No, I’m not a self-loathing, angry woman who thinks all skinny girls are the devil spawn of satan, thank you very much. What I am is a cubicle dwelling, shy girl with a healthy love for all things chocolate and deep fried. Yeah, I know, I should put down the brownie and pick up a celery stalk, but where is the fun in that? My best friend, Polly, assures me that the club we’re going to tonight is going to be loads of fun, but I’m not sure. Until I meet him.

Aq·ua·phob·ic
/aekwe fo bic/
Adjective
1. abnormally afraid of water

Yes, Yes. Laugh it up. A 30 year old, sexually Dominant male, who owns his own club, is scared of water. If you’d been through what I had as a child, you’d be fucking terrified of it too. I’ve always looked for Mrs. Right Now, preferring to fling myself from a moving airplane into the Atlantic than to think about settling down. Until she comes walking into Newcomers night at my club.

Chem·is·try
/keməstrē/
Noun
1. the complex emotional or psychological interaction between two people.

This is Jackson’s world, not mine, but he’s slowly dragging me under, introducing me to things I don’t fully understand, but want to learn. There is something between us. We can’t fight it. We’re both sinking.