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Black Card Black
143 pages, Paperback
Published July 13, 2024
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May 25, 2025
Book Review: Black Card Black by JD Midnight
I went into this book blind. No blurb. No reviews. Just vibes. And THANK THE SMUT GODS I did—because absolutely no one could have prepared me for the sinful chaos that unfolded. This wasn’t spicy, this was a full-blown hockey-mask-wearing, soul-snatching, kink-drenched apocalypse. And I was here for it.
So we meet Essie—poor thing’s in a marriage so dry it makes the Sahara look like a slip-n-slide. She’s at some bougie party, trying to hold on to her last nerve, when her mysterious neighbour slips her a black card and whispers, “This is how you get out of your boring marriage.” Like some BDSM fairy godmother.
Three masked men show up like it’s the world’s kinkiest Uber service. They kidnap her (consensually, let’s be clear), whisk her off to a hotel, and what happens next is… WILD. I’m talking zero chill, maximum domination, “what safe word?” level chaos. There were limbs everywhere, and I’m not entirely sure gravity was obeyed.
BUT THE PART that sent me straight into hysterics—she goes home after all of that, struts in like a queen, makes her cheating husband eat her out, knowing full well it’s post-orgy leftovers, and then—drops the mic—“I want a divorce.”
ESSIE. YOU ICON. YOU MENACE. YOU VENGEFUL GODDESS.
Honestly, I’ve never rooted harder for a character to get railed and then reclaim her damn crown. This book is unhinged in the best possible way. It’s filthy. It’s empowering. It’s utterly ridiculous. And if you’re into high-heat revenge arcs with zero plot realism and ALL the pleasure—congratulations, this is your next favorite fever dream.
I went into this book blind. No blurb. No reviews. Just vibes. And THANK THE SMUT GODS I did—because absolutely no one could have prepared me for the sinful chaos that unfolded. This wasn’t spicy, this was a full-blown hockey-mask-wearing, soul-snatching, kink-drenched apocalypse. And I was here for it.
So we meet Essie—poor thing’s in a marriage so dry it makes the Sahara look like a slip-n-slide. She’s at some bougie party, trying to hold on to her last nerve, when her mysterious neighbour slips her a black card and whispers, “This is how you get out of your boring marriage.” Like some BDSM fairy godmother.
Three masked men show up like it’s the world’s kinkiest Uber service. They kidnap her (consensually, let’s be clear), whisk her off to a hotel, and what happens next is… WILD. I’m talking zero chill, maximum domination, “what safe word?” level chaos. There were limbs everywhere, and I’m not entirely sure gravity was obeyed.
BUT THE PART that sent me straight into hysterics—she goes home after all of that, struts in like a queen, makes her cheating husband eat her out, knowing full well it’s post-orgy leftovers, and then—drops the mic—“I want a divorce.”
ESSIE. YOU ICON. YOU MENACE. YOU VENGEFUL GODDESS.
Honestly, I’ve never rooted harder for a character to get railed and then reclaim her damn crown. This book is unhinged in the best possible way. It’s filthy. It’s empowering. It’s utterly ridiculous. And if you’re into high-heat revenge arcs with zero plot realism and ALL the pleasure—congratulations, this is your next favorite fever dream.
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