Title: Degradation (Part 1)
Author: Stylo Fantôme
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 21 2014
Eighteen year old Tatum O'Shea is a naive, shy, little rich girl. Twenty-three year old Jameson Kane is smart, seductive, and richer. They come together for one night, one explosion, one mistake, and Tate is hurled into space – no family, no money, and no Jameson.
Seven years later, life is going pretty good for Tate, when she runs into Jameson again. This time, she thinks she's ready for him. She doesn't have a naive bone left in her body, and she can't even remember what shy feels like. Jameson has evolved into Satan – sharp teeth, sharper claws, and a tongue that can cut her in half. It all sounds like fun to a girl like Tate, and she is ready to play, determined to prove that she isn't the same girl he conquered once before. A series of games start, each one more devious than the last.
But the devil likes to play dirty, and she learns that playing for souls is playing for keeps. The lines between games and reality, heaven and hell, get blurry. Can she beat Jameson at his own game before someone gets hurt? Or will he leave her soulless, making him the winner, once and for all?
WARNING: contains a wannabe B-rate porn star, an impersonal personal assistant, and the F-word, A LOT. Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes.
Degradation is part one of Jamieson Kane and Tatum O’Shea’s story. It doesn’t end here and will continue in Separation which releases on September 22nd.
Well, Holy Crap!! I absolutely love it when this happens. I wasn’t asked to review Degradation and just happened to notice it as a new release and just something about the blurb called to me and I bought it from Amazon and absolutely, totally freaking loved it!! I really think this is possibly THE most exciting debut I’ve read in 2014 and I came across it by chance. Now, I’m recommending it to all of you out there who enjoy a dark and edgy romance, one which will push your boundaries and keep you glued to the page. I know there’s a lot of you out there and I’m highly recommending it to all you dark romance junkies.
I have to say that Tate really doesn’t get off to the most auspicious start in Degradation. She’s a good girl, about to go to Harvard, is pretty much everything her parents expect her to be and is moving to Boston where her older sister, Ellie (AKA OCD Barbie), lives. Ellie isn’t home but her boyfriend, the really rather dangerous Jameson Kane (AKA Satan) is and after spilling her champagne all down her shirt, he takes advantages and things escalate and he ends up giving her the ride of her life but, of course, she’s just fucked her oh so perfect sister’s boyfriend. Ooops!
This is a pivotal moment in Tate’s life – everything changes for her. Go forward 7 years – she’s never seen Jameson Kane again, she didn’t go to Harvard, her family disowned her and labelled her a whore and Tatum O’Shea is a very different creature. Seems James’s rough treatment of her has awakened a sleeping and sexually aggressive tigress that was lurking beneath the surface of the cute but ultimately innocent little kitten, a side of her she didn’t know was even there. Now she’s living on the seamier side of Boston in a low-rent apartment, has several temping jobs, is barely making ends meet, is going from one casual sexual relationship to the next but she is happy. She has good friends and, now removed from the expectations of her oh-so middle class family, she is finally able to be herself and has undergone a sexual revolution and is completely at one with herself and her sexuality.
She didn’t expect to bump into Jameson Kane but a temp job brings her back into his cross hairs and he finds he can’t keep his eyes off this tigress that he created. He’s never forgotten that night and definitely wants a repeat performance but Tate has grown up and changed so much and she’s his sexual equal now but he has to work hard to get her to agree to spend some time with him. After a couple of scenes of temptation and sexual one-up-manship, Jameson tries to coerce her into an agreement – he tries to employ her but she’s wise to his games and eventually they agree that she will quit all bar one temp job and spend time with him for an agreed sum of money, essentially making her his whore. This sounds bad, I know, but both Jameson and Tate have pretty dark sexual proclivities – he likes to treat her really mean and, of course, degrade her a little and she totally gets off on it. Nobody has pushed her boundaries quite like he can and no one has ever felt so good to him as Tate does and they enter into THE most delicious, dark and totally captivating relationship.
Let The Games Begin!
James Kane is really quite a bastard – he’s arrogant, sadistic, deviant, domineering, demanding and cruel. God, I LOVED him! The devil may not be wearing Prada but he sure is wearing a designer suit and walking around in the guise of a Fortune 500 stockbroker and this man is as dark as Lucifer himself. He tells Tate that he will never love her, doesn’t even like her very much, he only wants to fuck her and will do it until he tires of her and then he will dump her. And she loves it!
“Let's get something straight about this power situation, Tate. I fuck you when I want, where I want, how I want. You come when I call. If I want to see my ex girlfriend, or any ex girlfriend, I will. I'm with you right now, this moment. That's all you get from me,” he told her.
I actually came to adore Tate, despite her not so stellar beginning in the story – she did after all sleep with her sister’s boyfriend and is sexually aggressive and promiscuous but I really grew to love her. Under all the war paint, the tiny shorts, the sexual bravado and cutting edge sass still lurks a girl that needs affection. She’s just got a lot better at hiding it over the years.
“Good girl Tate falls for Satan, who would've thought,” he teased. She rolled her eyes.
“I'm not a good girl,” she pointed out.
“Yes, you are. You've just gotten very good at hiding it,” he replied.
This is all out dark and edgy, pushing boundaries – a bold and brave debut novel from an author who is not afraid to push things just that little bit further. It’s darkly erotic as we go from scene to scene of rough sex with these two as they satisfy a carnal hunger like no other. Jameson Kane really is a complete bastard to Tate but she completely gets off on it – loving the way he objectifies her and pushes her to dizzying sexual heights she never before thought possible. This is a text conversation between the two of them……
“Yes, my liege?”
“How can I answer you and -,”
“Why do you let me treat you the way I do?”
“I told you, I like it.”
“I would kill another man for talking to you the way I talk to you.”
“That's very sweet.”
“Do you think there's something wrong with me, treating you the way I do?”
“Not necessarily. It's consensual. Empowering.”
“Yes. You have the power to hold me down, say things, call me names. Slut. Bitch. But I have the power to say stop. End it all. Your power is an illusion. Mine is real.”
These two are like two predators slowly stalking around each other, both of them trying to be a little more alpha than the other and, despite the dark sexual edge to the story, it even has a bit of a Pretty Woman/Cinderella kind of vibe going on – only with biting, slapping, cheating and really rough sex. But, of course, there is no Prince Charming or Cinderella here – just Lucifer and his succubus, both sexually aggressive and the perfect match for one another even if neither of them is prepared to admit it.
“You have ruined me, Tatum O'Shea,” he told her. “Completely wrecked me.”
A big shout out must go to the secondary characters in this novel, most especially Ang and Sanders. Ang is Tate’s best friend and fuck-buddy and he’s a wannabe B rate porn star. They have the most incredible relationship indulging in sex like most friends just go watch a movie together but Jameson and Kane will be develop a strong dislike for one another as jealousy rears its ugly head. Sanders, is Jamesons’s PA, staunch ally and supporter – he’s very zipped up and detached and emotionally unavailable and more than a little bit of an enigma but Tate manages to chip away at that icy armour and they become friends, much to the surprise of Jameson.
This was just such a fabulous debut novel from Stylo Fantôme – her style is witty, dry, challenging and incredibly captivating. Once I could retreat away from the world with this book, I completely devoured it becoming more and more entranced as the novel edged towards it’s conclusion and we are left with the intolerable yet exquisite cruelty of a humdinger of a cliffhanger as just about everything hangs in the balance. Roll on September 22nd and the release of the sequel. I can’t wait – this was such a special find for me, something new and exciting and I think this has the potential to be really BIG!
It’s a brave new world out there and today it belongs to Stylo Fantôme.
5 dark and degrading stars.
“Of course I want more. I am a girl, you're right. I want Prince Charming to ride up on a white horse, and carry me off to his castle. The only difference between me and other girls is once I get there, I want him to bend me over the throne and pull my hair while he fucks me hard and calls me names. But I know that'll never happen with you. I'm not sure I'd even want it to be you – you are the devil,” Tate agreed with him. Jameson laughed.
“Prince Charming could never treat you as good as the devil,” he teased. She shrugged.
“Maybe not. But maybe so. What'll happen to you, if I'm ever so blessed to find this magical S&M Prince Charming?” she asked. He looked at the ceiling. He didn't want to think about that moment.
“Go back to hell. Find another succubus,” Jameson replied.
“Whoever she is, I hope she's as good as me,” she whispered.
“No will ever be as good as you, Tatum.”
Normally, an author will chose which excerpt they’d like you to share on a blog but I had a scene in mind that I really wanted to share with you all and here it is, with kind permission from Stylo Fantôme!
“I think he likes you,” he mumbled. Tate shrugged.
“Most people do. I'm pretty fuckin' awesome,” she told him. He burst out laughing and walked over to her, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her to her feet.
“Yes, but usually, Sanders doesn't like anybody,” Jameson laughed, pulling the scissors out of her hand and tugging her away from the sea of newspapers.
“But I wasn't done. What are you doing?” she asked.
“Oh, you're done. Time for good girls to go upstairs and show me how bad they can be,” Jameson told her.
“I don't think there's very much that's good about me anymore,” she laughed, following him out of the room.
“I think you have no idea what bad really is – you almost have too much good,” he replied.
“I don't think -,”
“Stop arguing, or I'll make you crawl up the stairs.”
Tate was silent for about two seconds, and then turned in to a prosecuting attorney, arguing all the points on how she couldn't possibly be good. Jameson stopped moving, smiling at her back as she started up the stairs. Then he reached forward and grabbed her ankle, pulling her leg out from underneath her. She went to her knees, hands flying out to catch herself.
“Shit!” she cursed. He moved a few steps ahead of her, then squatted down and fisted his hand in her hair.
“Why are you always set on defying me, baby girl?” he asked, his voice low as he pulled her hair, forcing her head up towards his own. She looked up at him, a smile playing on the edge of her lips.
“Because it's always so much fun.”
“You are such a mindfuck, Tate. Something is wrong with you, that you want to be treated like this, that you like being a whore,” he hissed at her. She chuckled low in her throat.
“Hmmm, but really, what does all that say about you? That you want to treat someone like this? That you want to be with a whore?” she replied.
“I've made peace with my desires.”
“Like you said, we're the same animal. You had a bad weekend. Let's go upstairs, and you can take it out on me,” she whispered. He tugged harder on her hair and she raised up onto her knees.
“Sounds like that works out more in your favor, than mine,” he pointed out. She laughed, reaching out to scratch her nails down his arm.
“Baby, all I do is give you favors. You should feel blessed, to have such an accomodating whore,” she purred. He snorted and shoved her forward, forcing her back onto her hands.
“Burdened is more like it. Now fucking crawl.”
And she did, all the way to his bedroom.
Series Reading Order
2. Separation – Sep 22nd
Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ..., forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
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