I received this book free in exchange for an honest review.
Review in two parts, first an open letter to Laila Blake, the author....then the review for everyone else.
Dear Ms. Blake,
When I read the first page of your book, "Driftwood Deeds," I was enraptured by your frankness, by the immediacy of your narrative, and by the fact that you trusted your reader to get on the bus and ride into Iris' story. I admit you took me by surprise with Iris' language, but the surprise was good; it telegraphed to me that Iris was not Anastasia, and that what was coming was going to be a different story.
When I finished the story, I was annoyed. I felt so empty and I wanted the same thing Iris did: to live in Paul's world. But, like her, I knew I had to leave it behind. You have impressed a very jaded reader, a literary fanatic whose complaints are often that books lack literary qualities. Yours has everything I could want, and you showed me that you have incredible repositories of language and narrative power. I will look for your books and I am sure you have joined the narrow list of my favorite writers in this genre.
Sincerely,
Paul
Review for everyone else:
Where to begin?
The story, in its simplest form, is about a 24 hour period when Iris meets Paul, a reclusive screenwriter that she comes to interview. Nothing about her or him matter so much as the fact that the time they spend together is only about them. I say this because it is vitally important. Laila Blake does something that E.L. James could only aspire to in her wildest dreams: she writes a story about two people and makes it about those two people, without the need for additional characters, meaningless threats, grand adventures. This is Greek drama in a very real sense. It has unity of character (two characters), place (Paul's home and the beach around it), and time (a single day).
I am the first to admit that all female writers of erotica are automatically compared to my two favorites: Casandra Zara and Malia Mallory. I would categorize Laila Blake with Malia Mallory in that they both writer strongly character-driven stories with the unities I mentioned above. Where she is like both of my other favorite female erotic writers is that she spends the necessary time to create scene and mood. There is no "quickie" in Ms. Blake's book. But where Ms. Blake goes into a category of her own is the sheer literary qualities in her narrative. Her words are like Egyptian hieroglyphs; they create word-pictures that bring the reader into the time and space.
As this is a review of an erotic novel, I would be remiss not to give a certain amount of space to the sexual aspects. Unlike some erotica, the sex was organic, a necessary part of the narrative. Be it mild to moderate bondage, spanking, domination and submission, and power exchange, it was a part of the whole, not jigsawed into the narrative. I genuinely believed Iris' responses were real, that Paul's cravings and desires were genuinely felt. The sex was subtly played, vividly described, and tastefully shared. Do I think that the 50 Shades minivan-moms would read this? Yes...some would.
If I have one complaint, and it is a small one, it is this: I want a sequel, maybe a "first anniversary" story or something to tell the reader that Iris and Paul are still exploring, still experiencing, and that she returns to that driftwood-furnished seaside home.