Vanessa works on the reception desk of one of London's most expensive hotels. One of the many services that the hotel offers to its well heeled guests is the chance to get to know their beautiful receptionist intimately. Vanessa isn't a tart, she just loves sex, and isn't averse to a gift or two if it comes her way. But as she follows her calling, moving from artistic soirees to occult circles, she is manoeuvred into porn stardom and discovers just how dangerous the world in which she finds herself can be: she'll be lucky to escape with her life, and her soul, intact.
Ok I found this book a little disturbing in a way, at first the book was really good, but the further I read I just did not like what was going on at all... (The word is Free will) "coz there definitely wasn't any"....
I do not like this book but I finished it anyway. It's full of philosophical shit that I just can't be bothered with. I picked this up thinking it's just another regular romantic erotica but boy was I wrong. I just pretty much breezed thru the last hundred pages. This book gave me the same feel/vibe as watching one of those sci-fi movies. Take Scar-Jo's movie, Under The Skin for example. I just don't get it. #notforme
7/05 - I read 1 chapter and couldn't continue. It was just dreadful. There were very clinical descriptions of sex interrupted by seemingly intelligent literary or philosophical discussion. What was Mundi attempting to do here? Show that while this book was what could be considered erotica (in the broadest sense of the word), she, Mundi, was also intelligent enough to stick philosophical references in the middle of a sex scene? It didn't flow at all and the book didn't end up succeeding as either literature or erotica. Highly unrecommended.
As the author neglected to mention them, here are some trigger warnings: rape, sexual assault.
Where to start? This reads like something a sadist created in their dark and buried basement. The writing is terrible (too many punctuation errors to name) and the story is laughable (if you can call it a story).
The ridiculous mix of sexual assault and random philosophical crap in this book is enough to make you vomit.
Do yourself a favour and save your cash for a book worth reading.
Content warnings for this book, since the author didn't bother: sexual assault, hypnosis, various forms of kinks, lack of consent (even if the female think she is giving consent).
This book doesn't deserve any starts. I managed to read it and not DNF it for the purpose of warning others. Some books should not be written. This is one of them. And this book should come with it's own book of big red flags.
This whole book just screams "consent is nothing to worry about". Fuck that.