(Forced sex / multiple partners / public sex / bi-sexual)
Mrs. Helen Ryan the young beautiful wife of Dr. Herbert Ryan is shopping in her favorite grocery store, when a sordid episode from her past slams into her. You see, as college juniors seven years previous, she and three friends took their spring break in Las Vegas, working the two weeks as high priced call girls. Her working name had been April Showers and now, someone behind her, someone she dared not look at, is calling her April.
In a panic, she rushes into and hides in the ladies room. When she thinks the coast is clear, she rushes through the checkout stand looking wide eyed at everyone, wondering if the person who called her April is still around. Is he watching her?
Breathing a sigh of relief, Helen heads to her posh Paradise Valley home in her BMW and alleged safety, only to find out nothing is safe for April Showers, any more. As the man who accosted her in the store aggressively confronts her, she realizes, for better or worse, her life will never be the same again.
Kitten’s Review - 5 of 5 flames, Erotica, Recommended Read,
Sex.
Check.
More sex.
Check.
Lots of sex.
Check.
Now this was erotica. I think people forget that erotica does not mean romantica. It means, it is porn, just called something more pretty. Now I have a different rating scale for erotica than I do erotic romance. I basically expect my erotica to be dirty, nasty, pulls no punches, and it has to have the level of sex erotica demands. If you hold back, it is just not going to work. Erotica is not calling a woman’s vagina a ‘core’ it is calling it sometime graphic and vulgar. I love erotica. Simply because I love that it doesn’t demand a happy ending.
This story gave me all the things I looked for in a really good erotica book. The rough idea of this story is that this woman and her friends went to Vegas and decided to be hired escorts. Balls to the walls, they got dirty. Well, someone recognized her, broke into her house and a little bit of bondage play went down, some dubious consent, and then the games began. From start to finish this was entertaining. I don’t know how else to explain this other than it was smutlicious. The writing was clean, the story flowed from beginning to end. It had a beginning, middle, and end, which was important. I not only got hot D/s, I got some double penetration, I got some lesbian loving, and I got a little bit of a gang bang. Oh, how I love a good love fest. Or should I say f–, no I’ll be a good girl and just call it a love fest.
As the story goes, Randy decides that ‘April Showers’ needs to continue in her sexual pursuits and make them both a tidy sum of money. Oh, yes. She becomes a very high priced hooker. Randy, dirty, edgy, this story really did it for me where erotica is concerned. Like I said, I read erotica for the sex—go figure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AJ’s Review:
First, let me just say that April Showers by Dee Dawning is definitely not for the faint at heart. Although it has a Happily Ever After Ending that’s rather unusual between the couple it seems to work for them, which is the point of the story. April Showers is about pure, unadulterated sex that entails everything from forced sex to exhibitionism to prostitution to multiple partners. There’s no pretense in the story line of April Showers and for lack of a better word, it’s erotica in its rawest, purest form.
With that said… if you’re looking for a sweet, erotic romance where the two characters continuously profess their love, then find another book. Don’t get me wrong, toward the end, there is some love involved but the path that Helen, aka April Showers and Randy has taken to get to the ideal of love is a bit animalistic at best. Randy feeds a boiling desire that Helen has been suppressing for years as she’s left her wild side in the past and acclimated to suburbia, but when the past comes back to bite her in the a**, literally, she has no problem quickly reverting to her old habits.
It was interesting watching Helen transform into April Showers and Mr. Dawning does a wonderful job of providing insight into the past and explaining through flashbacks how April Showers came to be. In addition, I appreciated how Mr. Dawning keeps you guessing up until the very last minute in regards to how April really knows Randy, even to the point that at times you wonder if she really knows him at all in spite of what he says.
Randy is an interesting character in and of himself in that I’d be curious to see how he went from being an “ordinary Joe” to being a high class pimp. He has no problem floating both ways, in fact, he seems to rather enjoy having sex with both sexes. Mr. Dawning definitely leaves you guessing in regards to how Randy obtains his upscale clients and I hope to find out more about this mystery man that shows up out of the blue in Angel Love, the next book in the series.
April Showers is well-written and it’s obvious that Mr. Dawning has done his research in regards to high class pimping and call girls. If you’re ready to open your mind to a world that most people shun, where the sex is explosive, explicit, and like it or not, will get you hot and bothered in all the right places, then April Showers is definitely the book to read. And just so you know, that ole saying of “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” doesn’t necessarily ring true…just ask April and Angel. *wink*
Rated 4 Delightful Divas by AJ!
More From Consequences
An hour later, I pulled into the garage and popped the trunk as the eighteen-foot door slid down the tracks. I grabbed all four bags, looping two of them through my arms. I opened the door, ran into kitchen, and set the bags down so I could concentrate on deactivating the alarm. Except, the alarm was quiet. I hurried to the touchpad. It wasn’t activated.—As I started to turn around, I was shoved, face first, against the wall while a strong hand painfully ratcheted my right arm up behind my back.
My body shuddered and my heart beat a mile a minute. When he spoke in the baritone voice he’d used at the store, I knew. My AJ’s stalker was in my house. “Hello April. Don’t worry.” He said in the mock cheery voice of someone that had put one over on somebody. “I deactivated the alarm. And the video surveillance.”
Questions ran through my mind. Did he follow me? No he was here and waiting. What does he want—money—sex? “What do you want? This is breaking and entering.”
He laughed sardonically, “Yes it is, and a very nice place it is. What’s it worth? Five million?”
My nose was killing me where he’d pushed it into the wall. My voice cracked and I started to whimper. “If it’s money you want, I only have a couple hundred dollars. I have jewelry too. Just don’t hurt me…please.”
“You’re funny. If I was here to steal something, I could find plenty to steal beside a couple measly hundred and jewelry in a pad like this. The car I saw you pull in the garage is worth a hundred thousand alone. No. I want to bury my cock in that sweet, soft, welcoming pussy of yours…April!”
My heart skipped a beat. I closed my eyes. I knew it, I just knew it. “That was seven years ago. I’m married now.”
“Yes, I know, for three years to Dr. Herbert Ryan, heart surgeon extraordinaire. What is he twenty-five years older than you? Are you his new trophy wife? Did he run mama off to play house with you? Can’t blame him. It was lust at first sight when I first saw you playing baccarat in the Bellagio in Sin City. And sin you did. You were sinning there weren’t you…April? I mean Mrs. Helen Ryan.” When I didn’t respond his hand went to my chin and his fingers pressed my cheeks into my teeth. He turned my compressed mouth toward him and kissed me with such force he cut my lower lip. I was shivering with fear and then his free hand ripped my blouse off. Since I hadn’t worn a bra, the seventy degree temperature my overweight husband insisted on keeping the air conditioning, instantly pebbled my areolas and caused my nipples to jut out.
He turned me slightly to the left so only the right side of my body was pinned against the wall. His left hand wrapped around my hip and unzipped my short cutoffs. I felt chills as he whispered breathily in my ear. “Is that sweet, sweet pussy of yours still bald? Push your shorts down so I can tell.”
While I decided whether to comply, he jerked my arm up even harder, causing me to yelp in pain. His body pushed hard against me, crushing me even harder into the wall. Then I felt it. Bare skin from the head of his rigid cock pressed against the small of my back. Oh. My God. His cock is out.
“I said…push your fucking shorts down…and your panties.” His impatience was obvious. He no longer whispered and spittle flew onto my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you. I have big plans for you. I just want to fuck you. Is that all right?”
I couldn’t collect my thoughts or catch my breath enough to answer so with shaking hands I pushed my shorts and panties down as much as his hold would allow and nodded exaggeratedly.
He lowered my arm slightly. “Thank you. See, it’ll go much easier for you when you follow my instructions. You may even enjoy it.” His hand traveled to my breast and talented fingers teased my nipple in various erogenic manners. I knew I was a sexual person, but it surprised me when despite my fright it felt good. Then he turned me even more and he lowered his mouth to it. The fact that he had sandy blond hair did not escape me, but it was almost lost in the thrill I felt from his wet silky tongue on my hard nipple.
“That’s more like it,” he said with my nub in his mouth. I sighed from his handiwork.
With his hand free, it languorously circled around my waist on a sensual journey to my nether region. I knew the minute those gifted digits touched my clit, I was as good as laid. I inhaled for what seemed like a minute as his hand made its way there. When he took my swollen clit between his fingers, tendrils of pure need raced through me and the walls of my pussy started to perspire their juices.
I suddenly realized my arousal had eclipsed my fear. In a sultry voice I asked, “Tell me what you want?”
He chuckled. “Getting to you, huh? I remember you were a hot one. Are you ready to get fucked now?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Fuck me, please.”
“Fuck me, please, Randy,” he instructed.
“Fuck me, please, Randy.”
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