Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Driftwood Deeds by Laila Blake: Review & Giveaway

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Title: Driftwood Deeds  (Breaking In Waves, #1)

Author: Laila Blake

Genre: BDSM Erotic Romance

Release Date: December 5 2013

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When journalist Iris Ellis visits a sleepy seaside town to interview recluse screenwriter Paul Archer, he offers her insights into never acted upon fantasies of dominance and submission. Too curious to deny herself a taste of them, Iris gives herself up to Paul's gentle guidance, but when she realizes that a taste can never be enough, she must find the courage to ask for what she needs or risk losing it all


Lisa’s Review


4 Stars!

“Don’t forget to breathe, Iris.”


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Driftwoods Deeds by Laila Blake is a novella which explores dominance and submission between a reclusive screenwriter and a journalist who has come to interview him. This is not an overly long book, but it is a very well written one. I was amazing at how quickly this author drew me in and had me enthralled with her writing. I was swiftly entranced with the narrative and loved the rhythmic flow of this book. Nothing felt rushed. Nothing came out of left field. It was a simple exploration that captured my attention right from the start.


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Iris Ellis is a journalist who has come to a quaint small seaside town for an interview with the infamous Paul Archer, a withdrawn and isolated Hollywood screenwriter. Iris first comes across as a little timid and reserved, especially when she first meets Paul who has this calm yet assured presence about him. She comes ready to get the interview started immediately but Paul has different ideas when he invites her to take a walk with him along the rocky beach. Iris soon discovers that Paul has many sides to him. He is a writer but also enjoys a more natural and organic way of life, living somewhat off the land and collecting raw materials such as driftwood to fashion unique furniture and pieces in his home. Iris can’t help but be mesmerized by this man who is not at all who she was expecting. Therefore, when Paul propositions her and invites her to act out fantasies exploring dominance and submission, Iris is simply too curious to walk away. She decides that she wants a taste of what Paul is offering. But will one taste be enough or will it leave her craving so much more than what Paul is willing to offer?


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First and foremost, I absolutely loved the setting where this book took place, a small dilapidated fishing village off the coast of England. Ms. Blake does a stellar job transporting her reader into this picturesque and antiquated village where you settled in Paul’s home to have tea and walked along the rocky shores captivated by the driftwood and other inanimate stray objects along the beach. It definitely made for the perfect setting where Paul and Iris’ story could play out.

This book is executed in such a way that each word, scene, nuance has a purpose. For me, nothing was wasted or superfluous. Paul is drawn to Iris recognizing her submissive traits. When she agrees to explore with him, each step is carefully planned out as he slowly pulls her deeper and deeper into the world of submission. Paul is calm, collected and comfortable with his need for dominance at this point in his life and this was simply exhilaratingly sexy. I had no problems imagining how freeing it was for someone like Iris to simply let go and trust herself, her body, to Paul. Everything builds and unfolds into an intense and complex twenty-four hour time span where both Paul and Iris are left more.

All in all, I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed Driftwoods Deeds. I can honestly state that it is one of the better short novellas that I have read. This story does not end in a cliff-hanger but the author does have plans to continue with Paul and Iris’ romance and I for one am very much looking forward to seeing where Laila Blakes takes this.


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Hot, Sexy Excerpt


That one, massive inhale was the first thing I would hear when he’d later play the tape back to me. He was far enough from the microphone to only feature in small murmuring voices but what he said was burned into my mind like everything else.

Lying prone across his lap, I could feel the blood rushing to my head, that drowning sound in my ears that I vaguely recalled from practicing handstands as a child.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked and I nodded immediately. “Say it, Iris.”

“Yes,” I exhaled and his fingers connected with the back of my knee. My  |tights were still intact there but they did nothing to dull the sensation. I groaned in surprise, kicked the air at the unexpected tickle—already I was panting, breathing shallowly and blowing a little storm of static against the microphone with each exhale. He drew circles and runes into the sensitive skin just above the back of my knee and just when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, he flattened his palm against it—warm and strong. Like a sponge that washed away the chaos on a blackboard. I whimpered and rubbed my forehead against the carpet. Already, the set-up seemed safe and familiar but it was only later that I marveled at how easily I slipped into the part—like finding a bra that truly fits after a lifetime of wearing them a little too small.

He did not disturb the hem of my skirt—not then. But his fingers trailed over the fabric slowly, staying low on that deep, dark curve towards utter oblivion. It felt like getting to know each other in this way, like polite flirting with his fingers even though I was already lying across his knees. I wanted to kiss him for that, for not letting me fall.

He encircled the curve of my hip, humming his satisfaction from time to time or reminding me to breathe whenever he got closer towards the center and I started holding my breath.

“Tell me what you’re waiting for.”

I stuttered out an undignified noise, muffled against the floor. His hand stopped moving and the silence hung heavy in the air.

“I... I don’t know.”

“Of course you do.” Like before, there was no impatience in his voice. He was gentle and polite but I knew without a doubt in my mind that his hand would not resume those careful and almost innocent caresses, until I answered.

The incentive was simple and with each passing moment that I spent rehearsing the words in my mind, the part of me that craved his touch like a drowning person craves air, pushed me into bravery almost without realizing the world I had just traveled in my mind.

“For... for you to touch me,” I whispered first and already, that sounded weak to me and I corrected without waiting for him to prod. “I think, I’m waiting for... something to resolve the... the anticipation. Emotional pay-off.”

He laughed and I knew why—I sounded like I was reviewing him like one of my movies and he seemed to enjoy it, at least, his hand started to slowly venture under my skirt, tickling the back of my thighs just before they met my ass. I moaned again.

“Like this?”

“Yes. Yes!” I coughed out, so eagerly it made me blush when I listened to it later. “Please. More.”

His fingers found the panel of my tights and my legs opened. It was that easy to follow the demands of my body, to start becoming one with my desires and my needs, with my vagina and my ass, in a way I’d never been before. He rewarded the simple motion by cupping the entire region in his large hand and holding it tightly, while I mewled and whimpered into the microphone.

He was still holding my cunt like a newly gained possession when he spoke again. “I want you to try something for me. It’s not easy at first but I want you to try, do you understand?”

I nodded.

“Stop waiting. Stop anticipating. Stop trying to figure out the next scene while this one is still on the screen.”

I opened my mouth and then closed it again. His index finger pushed just a little harder than the rest. I was so wet, it sunk between my labia like a knife through butter even with the fabric of panties and tights still shielding his skin from truly touching mine. I could have cried it felt so good—and then he started rubbing. For a few precious seconds I could follow his demand easily, could sink into a place where the pleasure of the moment filled everything inside of me, and then I wanted more. This was when he stopped and I could as well be falling off a cliff.




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  1. Interview with the Master or Diftwood Deeds!

  2. Driftwood Deeds looks great. Thanks for the chance to win!

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