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Swap Club 3: The Climax
An old 1970s trend had resurfaced in suburban Montreal homes—husbands and wives having consensual sex with other married couples as part of a not-so-secret sex club. Valerie Matthews jumped into Swap Club with both feet, and now after two years of living out her wildest desires, her sex life has flourished but her relationships have suffered. Her marriage is on the rocks and her friendships are strained. Valerie knows all too well about pushing her limits and living with the consequences of her real life and fantasies coming together.
In Year 3, Val has come to a crossroads. She must choose between the marriage she has, the love she craves, and the sex life she deserves. But Valerie Matthews isn’t the kind of woman that leaves her choices in the hands of others.
Not anymore. She is taking control. She knows what she wants.
Everything.
The problem with having your whole cake and eating it too… is that it’s a lot of cake.
332 pages, Kindle Edition
Published June 20, 2019
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July 16, 2024
Very very very poor writing
December 13, 2024
Very poorly written.
May 6, 2025
Not worth my time or money
December 11, 2024
The fact that Swap Club 3 even exists is perhaps the most tragic testament to misplaced persistence in literary history. By now, Lauren Wise’s insistence on continuing this disaster of a series has evolved from an exercise in mediocrity to a full-blown act of aggression against literature. The audacity to churn out a third installment of this dreck deserves ridicule on a cosmic scale.
Let’s start with the obvious: Why? Why was there a need for a third book? What fresh horrors could possibly remain unexplored after the first two installments drained every ounce of life from an already barren premise? The answer is: none. Swap Club 3 is an empty shell of regurgitated clichés, shallow characters, and writing so laughably inept it’s almost impressive. Wise doesn’t just beat a dead horse here—she drags its lifeless corpse through yet another 300 pages, leaving a trail of reader despair in her wake.
The plot, if you can even call this collection of random events a “plot,” scrapes the bottom of the narrative barrel. Valerie, the series’ dead-eyed protagonist, stumbles through yet another series of ridiculous “adventures” in the swinging scene, which at this point is portrayed with all the nuance and realism of a cheap soap opera. By now, Valerie’s character arc is so stagnant she might as well be replaced with a mannequin holding a wine glass. Her “journey” of self-discovery feels like it’s on an infinite loop of bad decisions, empty revelations, and painfully overwrought inner monologues that lead absolutely nowhere.
The writing, shockingly, has gotten even worse. Wise’s prose continues to assault the senses with clunky metaphors, sentences bloated beyond recognition, and dialogue so unnatural it feels like it was written by an alien trying to imitate human speech. The pacing is nonexistent—long stretches of nothingness are punctuated by sudden bursts of melodrama that are so contrived they’re almost comical. It’s as if Wise thinks throwing in more ridiculous twists will distract from the fact that this series ran out of steam two books ago.
And then there’s the tone. Wise seems to believe that she’s offering some bold, boundary-pushing commentary on love and relationships, but at this point, it’s clear she has nothing new or meaningful to say. Instead, she doubles down on the faux-edginess, cramming the book with juvenile attempts at shock value that only serve to highlight how desperately the series is flailing for relevance. By now, any pretense of exploring complex emotions or dynamics has been abandoned in favor of pure sensationalism.
The mere existence of Swap Club 3 is an insult to anyone who has ever dared to hope for growth, improvement, or redemption in a series. It’s a testament to the fact that Wise has learned absolutely nothing from the failings of the first two books. Instead of stepping up her game, she has sunk even deeper into the creative void, dragging her readers down with her.
To call this book a train wreck would be an insult to train wrecks, which at least hold some morbid fascination. Swap Club 3 is a literary black hole, sucking in time, energy, and brain cells with nothing to offer in return. Zero stars isn’t enough. This series should have been stopped at book one, buried at book two, and forgotten forever at book three. Save yourself the pain and stay far, far away.
Let’s start with the obvious: Why? Why was there a need for a third book? What fresh horrors could possibly remain unexplored after the first two installments drained every ounce of life from an already barren premise? The answer is: none. Swap Club 3 is an empty shell of regurgitated clichés, shallow characters, and writing so laughably inept it’s almost impressive. Wise doesn’t just beat a dead horse here—she drags its lifeless corpse through yet another 300 pages, leaving a trail of reader despair in her wake.
The plot, if you can even call this collection of random events a “plot,” scrapes the bottom of the narrative barrel. Valerie, the series’ dead-eyed protagonist, stumbles through yet another series of ridiculous “adventures” in the swinging scene, which at this point is portrayed with all the nuance and realism of a cheap soap opera. By now, Valerie’s character arc is so stagnant she might as well be replaced with a mannequin holding a wine glass. Her “journey” of self-discovery feels like it’s on an infinite loop of bad decisions, empty revelations, and painfully overwrought inner monologues that lead absolutely nowhere.
The writing, shockingly, has gotten even worse. Wise’s prose continues to assault the senses with clunky metaphors, sentences bloated beyond recognition, and dialogue so unnatural it feels like it was written by an alien trying to imitate human speech. The pacing is nonexistent—long stretches of nothingness are punctuated by sudden bursts of melodrama that are so contrived they’re almost comical. It’s as if Wise thinks throwing in more ridiculous twists will distract from the fact that this series ran out of steam two books ago.
And then there’s the tone. Wise seems to believe that she’s offering some bold, boundary-pushing commentary on love and relationships, but at this point, it’s clear she has nothing new or meaningful to say. Instead, she doubles down on the faux-edginess, cramming the book with juvenile attempts at shock value that only serve to highlight how desperately the series is flailing for relevance. By now, any pretense of exploring complex emotions or dynamics has been abandoned in favor of pure sensationalism.
The mere existence of Swap Club 3 is an insult to anyone who has ever dared to hope for growth, improvement, or redemption in a series. It’s a testament to the fact that Wise has learned absolutely nothing from the failings of the first two books. Instead of stepping up her game, she has sunk even deeper into the creative void, dragging her readers down with her.
To call this book a train wreck would be an insult to train wrecks, which at least hold some morbid fascination. Swap Club 3 is a literary black hole, sucking in time, energy, and brain cells with nothing to offer in return. Zero stars isn’t enough. This series should have been stopped at book one, buried at book two, and forgotten forever at book three. Save yourself the pain and stay far, far away.
October 22, 2025
This book was an absolute disaster from start to finish. Lauren Wise somehow managed to turn every page into pure torture. The plot goes nowhere, the characters are emotionless cardboard cutouts, and the writing is painfully dull — like reading a bad first draft that should’ve stayed in a drawer. I kept hoping it would get better, but it only got worse. Nothing about this book makes sense, and calling it disappointing would be a compliment. I wouldn’t recommend this to my worst enemy.
May 8, 2025
After I accidentally read the first two because someone had kindly left them in the toilet stall as emergency toilet paper I was amazed that there's another! Truly Lauren may be the worst person to ever exist (of course I have not read the "thrilling" climax to this engrossing trilogy).
February 5, 2024
After two flops of this series, at this point with this release, it's like she is desperate to milk any penny out of her career. Rubbish author.
April 6, 2024
Very Baaaaaaaaaaaaad the worst thing I've ever read, waste of time
December 12, 2024
The climax? Really save yourself some time and watch paint dry
May 18, 2025
I don’t get it
May 19, 2025
I thought the third is going to be a charm but nope a waste of your time if you want to read this garbage
June 6, 2025
One of the worst written books I’ve ever read. Awful
December 28, 2025
Lauren Wise is a violent Zionist pig.
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