Title: Bodhi
Author: A.R. Hadley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 16, 2018
Audrey Simone is a thirty-something divorced mom looking for adventure when she accompanies her new friend, Kate, to a local dungeon.
What she doesn’t expect to find is Gavin...
His arms are the size of her thighs.
His eyes the color of Van Gogh’s sky.
And his tolerance for BS is minimal.
Playing becomes an addiction. Her desire to submit an innate need. And it doesn’t take long for Audrey to realize this world has surpassed her wildest imaginations.
But she lives in two worlds, straddling day and night, reality and kink — one foot has found its way into Gavin’s heart while the other rests on the outside.
And her Master — the man who chains her, ties her, binds her, frees her — doesn’t just want her submission … Gavin has decided he needs both feet.
Bodhi is a 63,000 word standalone novel.
Rating: 4.5*
Wow, this was hot!
Whilst it was hot, there was a purpose and reason behind it all. This was a sensual and erotic journey of self discovery. Audrey has always wanted more than just vanilla sex, wanting and needing more she wants pain and humiliation and her husband couldn't and wouldn't give her that. Joining Gavin's club, she is wanting to step outside the confines of what is expected. But she struggles to maintain the balance between being mom and being trued to herself, especially when her exploration of her sexuality brings her to Kate and Peyton as well as Gavin.
Gavin has struggled to maintain a life outside the lifestyle, following what happened to his previous submissive. With Gavin fully in the BDSM world and Audrey straggling the two worlds there is plenty of conflict that adds to this very sexy story.
This was well written, fully exploring the world of BDSM and what is considered normal. It was also about that exploration of being true to yourself without fear or judgment. A fabulous read.
“How do you feel…” he asked, tapping her temple, “in here?” “Aware,” she said and paused. He seemed to be waiting for her to continue speaking. She swallowed. “Aware of my nudity. Aware of each nerve ending. The cold on my skin. The empty space between my legs. The ache in my arms, legs, and hands.” He traipsed a finger from the top of her spine to the top of her tailbone. “What do you feel when I touch you?” She blew out a breath and closed her eyes. "I feel alive. I feel fire." She believed this man could bring to fruition and then satiate the things she didn't even know she desired.
“Come here, Audrey.” She stepped inside the modest bathroom. It was warm and still a little steamy, and it smelled like the shower and whatever Gavin used for shampoo. “Closer, baby girl. I want you to shave me.” “What?” She shook her head and felt her cheeks heat. “I can’t. I might cut you.” He pressed his palms against the countertop, dropped his chin, and stared at the sink full of water. “You’ve already sheared me.” He looked up, peered into her eyes, and placed the razor in her hand. “I trust you … and I will guide you. It’s not difficult.” Her eyes closed, then opened. Everything with him sometimes felt like slo-mo. His arms were so close, threatening to tear his shirt to shreds with a sudden movement. His leather and cedar permeated her nose. Her flesh broke out in goose pimples as her nipples turned to stone. “Concentrate. You’ll shave me, and I’ll tell you a story. Start with the sides. Top to bottom. Go ahead.” “Gavin,” she whispered with a smile. Taking her hand, he placed it where he wanted her to begin. “Care for me as you do yourself.” Their eyes met and locked for several heartbeats, seconds in which she couldn’t breathe properly. Caring for herself had become something she did last, not foremost. He could surely see things in her gaze: hesitation and insecurities. He’d seen them the day he’d fed her the potato soup. “Top to bottom.” He dragged her palm with his toward his ear. “Good girl.” Her hand seemed to trip on the compliment, and he caught it and smiled. “I trust you, Audrey. Now listen to me."
A.R. Hadley writes imperfectly perfect sentences by the light of her iPhone.
She loves her husband.
Chocolate.
Her children.
And Cary Grant.
She annoys those darling little children by quoting lines from Back to the Future, but despite her knowledge of eighties and nineties pop culture, she was actually meant to live alongside the Lost Generation after the Great War and write a mediocre novel while drinking absinthe with Hemingway. Instead, find her sipping sweet tea with extra lemons on her porch as she weaves fictional tales of love and angst amid reality.
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