on July 11, 2017
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Mona Lisa St. James made a deathbed promise that she would do anything to save her mother's art gallery. Unfortunately, not only is The Red painted red, but it's in the red. She soon realizes she has no choice but to sell it.
Just as she realizes she has no choice but to sell it, a mysterious man comes in after closing time and makes her an offer: He will save The Red if she agrees to submit to him for the period of one year.
The man is handsome, English, and terribly tempting...but surely her mother didn't mean for Mona to sell herself to a stranger. Then again, she did promise to do anything to save The Red...
The Red is a standalone novel of erotic fantasy from Tiffany Reisz, international bestselling author of The Bourbon Thief and the Original Sinners series.
“I’m not the devil my darling, the devil wants your soul. I only want your body.”
Speechless. Upon finishing this book, I was utterly speechless. I wasn’t sure what I was getting, but what I got, was a whole lot. This book was amazing. It was intellectual. It was intense. It was erotic. It was hotter than Haiti. It even made me uncomfortable a time or two. I loved it. I can’t stop thinking about it. Did I mention that I loved it?
“You wont do anything perverse to me? I’ll do everything perverse to you. But you still shouldn’t be afraid.”
Mona Lisa St James made a promise to her dying mother, to save her mom’s art gallery from ruin, so she sets out to do just that. In an answer to her prayers, in walks the intriguingly hot Brit, Malcom. Malcom offers her salvation, the caveat being that she must give him her total submission for a year. What transpires is a vivid tale of desires, perversions, and depravity. It was brilliant. Not only does she keep her promise, but Mona finds herself through this man, and this journey. With a wonderfully delicious plot and ending, I was lost in this story. Ms. Reisz’s imagination is a work of art. This was my first read by this author, but it will not be the last. I am now on the hunt for an antique bed with a brass knob…
“Theres debauchery, but no debasement.”