June was a dry month for me, and Paris is the love of my life, so why not read an erotic novel set in Paris? The only other romance novel/erotica I’ve read was 50 Shades of Grey, so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect.
Going into this book, the only expectation I had was that I wanted it to make me horny. I’d heard mixed things about books like these – so called, “Romance Novels” – and my general idea was that they were a little too sappy for me. I didn’t know if I should expect 50 Shades of Gray or rose petal bed strewn love making. Turns out, this trilogy has just enough Nicholas Sparks to appeal to my soft side, while sparking my naughty side too.
The first of the Paris Secrets trilogy is Window – a fun read, as long as you keep a vibrator near by.
Book 1: Window
Set in Paris, this sex soaked romance is narrated by a nameless dame who has a love for shoes and a tendency to think too much. Her daydreaming usually leaves her clit throbbing and is usually all for herself, until she lets the mysterious man watch her from his window. Who is this man with the boxer briefs and ripped body? She doesn’t know and she doesn’t care. All she knows is that her inner vixen is surfacing and that she likes it.
With sex, shoes, Paris, and a little bit of mystery, Window was a quick and scrumptious read. Always a fast reader, I finished Window’s steamy 113 pages in just two hours. I don’t know if it was the fact that I’d just finished a long work week, was finally in an air conditioned bedroom, or that I hadn’t read a book that wasn’t on my course list in almost a year – but I ate this book up.
Unsure of what to expect, I was pleasantly surprised by how well Renae could keep my attention though the two characters never touch. The sexy starts on page two, a little soon in my critical writing eye, but my sex deprived self was not complaining. Following the seductress through Paris there aren’t more than four characters with notable dialogue, which was refreshing after another intense season of Game of Thrones. There is the perfect amount of mystery added by the discovery at the map shop and none of it is scary, as I usually find mystery to be.
The sex scenes are hot, especially because I’m a sucker for boxer briefs. Exhibitionism between two consenting adults was pretty hot, then you had to go and make him french and well endowed? SWOON.
The characters are believable and the story line flows well (except for on page 10, where we jumped two weeks). My only complaint is that I found the main character’s day dreaming a little silly. I would recommend this book for anyone who wants a light but still involved read and who isn’t afraid of a little self-love throughout the sex scenes, if you know what I mean.
Length: Quick read, 113 pages.
Naughty level: Surprisingly high for masturbation. The exhibitionism is hotter than I thought it could be.
Blush-inducing level: I’d feel fine reading this book on the subway or bus, as long as I knew no one was reading over my shoulder.
Most surprising part: I found myself most turned on by the shoes, which admittedly worried me a little, though I’ve decided that it shouldn’t. Shoe porn is a real thing and I will not feel guilt about my attraction to any footwear with a heel 3″ or more.