Club Shadowlands (Masters of the Shadowlands Series Book 1) – Cherise Winters

Blurb:

Her car disabled during a tropical storm, Jessica Randall discovers the isolated house where she’s sheltering is a private bondage club. At first shocked, she soon becomes aroused watching the interactions between the Doms and their subs. But she’s a professional woman–an accountant–and surely isn’t a submissive . . . is she?

Master Z hasn’t been so attracted to a woman in years. But the little sub who has wandered into his club intrigues him. She’s intelligent. Reserved. Conservative. After he discovers her interest in BDSM, he can’t resist tying her up and unleashing the passion she hides within.

So when a book opens with someone swerving to miss hitting an armadillo, I know it’s my kind of book. I’m all for animals making it and living happily ever after.  Seriously though, if we’re being honest, armadillos are like gigantic roly-poly bugs, and that’s kind of creepy, but you do you, armadillos. I still wouldn’t want to run you over.

This book moved fast. Like, I’m still feeling warm and fuzzy that the armadillo didn’t die and got to go home to his little armadillo family and do happy armadillo things, whatever those are, and holy hell, welcome to the private bandage club! Read and sign these papers! Here, let me get you nekid and help you shower. Whiplash never felt so good. Also, on a sidenote, of course Jessica didn’t read the papers she was asked to sign, because book logic happened. They never read the papers.  

I have never read a character who was as clueless as Jessica was.  Seriously.  I personally live under a rock (a very nice rock, thank you) and it would have taken me like two seconds to figure out what kind of, um, establishment I was in. Luckily for us all, Master Z, the owner of Club Shadowlands, swooped in and saved the day, deciding to take Jessica under his wing and show her around. I have no idea who you are, and I sense that you are clueless about BDSM and sex in general, but I’m going to take you on a tour of my ‘private’ bondage club…sounds legit. Apparently Jessica lives under an even bigger rock than I do because during the tour, the sight of a woman being whipped in a room full of people makes her go into superwoman mode and she personally decides to save her.  Um, did I mention all of the other people around?  Yeah, I thought so.

Aside from Jessica knowing next to nothing, which wasn’t very believable, this was a hot, hot, little book.  Like, I wanted more.  A couple hundred pages more.  I will gladly not hit an armadillo and wreck my car any day if it means I can end up with Master Z… Remember how I said this book moved fast? So does Master Z…he doesn’t waste his time. Thank goodness. Also, he’s not against paddling and tying his women up on the first date. That’s a good thing, BTW.  Most guys are like, “I bought you these pretty flowers,” and Master Z is like, “Hey, according to those papers you signed and didn’t read, I get to spank you now. But I’ll make it up to you later.” Wink.

Pertinents:

Author: Cherise Sinclair

Length: Amazon claims it’s 380 pages…Goodreads says 192. It felt shorter. Like 150 pages.

Story: 3/5  This was not a plot-heavy book.  And that’s ok.  Sometimes plot isn’t necessary. I did like the bit about the armadillo not dying, though. And I bought the next book in the series if that tells you anything.

Smut: 4/5  What was sacrificed in plot was more than made up for in smut.  Some of it was kind of cliche and eye-rolly but it was still good.  I’ll take what I can get.

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