Friday, 23 August 2013

Review: Grand Slam by Lily Harlem & Lucy Felthouse

Every top athlete works damn hard to get where they are, but sometimes life happens and something can throw them off their game. In Grand Slam, Travis Connolly is the top seed men's tennis player, but a car accident leaves him recovering physically and mentally. Enter sports psychologist Marie Sherratt. In her efforts to help Travis, she discovers his darker desires, and he begins to help her understand just what this BDSM stuff is all about.

What results is a hot, torrid affair that will leave the reader tingly and warm.

I have to say, I love both Lily Harlem and Lucy Felthouse on their own, but when they team up, man can they right a damn fine book! The dual first person narrative is well done, with both Travis and Marie having their own distinct voices, and it draws you deep into each point of view. 

The sex scenes are hot, and the build-up of sexual tension between the two main characters is expertly paced. The BDSM in the book isn't too heavy, so even more vanilla readers will enjoy it, but there's enough detail for those who enjoy the kinky stuff, too. 

Given the main characters are both from England, there's a fair bit of English slang, but the authors don't use too much and the meaning is always clear. Oh, and they find the North American slang just as amusing!

If there was any problem that I had with the book, it's the idea that Marie is Travis's psychologist. Getting sexually involved with him would be, I'm sure, grounds for professional discipline in the real world. But hey, this is fantasy so who cares? It makes for a great story premise. 

I don't want to give the ending away, but let's just say this book will leave readers...satisfied. I highly recommend it!


California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.

I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.

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