Happy Freaking Friday All!
Let me start off by saying that I have been waiting for this review for well over a month, ever since these gorgeous teasers starting gracing my Facebook stream with their presence. Today’s review is courtesy of the DESECRATING SOLOMON – A Forbidden Romantic Thriller blog tour with author, Lucian Bane.
I, myself, had not read Mr. Bane’s work before, but that doesn’t mean much. He’s no stranger to publishing as a BESTELLING Erotic Romance Author with a generous following of devout readers obsessed with his scintillating fiction. Mr. Bane is a self-proclaimed “ineffable Dom” (not gonna lie, I blush every time I consider what that means). He is also a husband and Christian who loves writing tales where men and women honor, cherish, and protect those they love. Complicated love, difficult love, hard earned love, REAL love. Forever love, is what he calls it. That is what he believes the world wants and needs… and Hells Yes! That’s what I’m talking about. Being that I consider my work to be along the lines of romantic horror, well, you know I was HOOKED when I started looking into this guy!
DESECRATING SOLOMON on Amazon
Onto the review…
I WAS OFFERED A COPY OF THIS BOOK IN EXCHANGE FOR AN HONEST REVIEW:
First and foremost, let’s give a nod to this sexy cover. Are you curious to take a peek inside???
DESECRATING SOLOMON is the first in a series that outlines the trials of Solomon Gorge, a man’s man in a world of secrets and sin. I don’t think there’s a woman reading this book that doesn’t fall for Solomon in some way. He’s described as “beautiful,” and I think the word is simple, elegant, and offers a clear picture of him. (if not, go check out Bane’s Facebook page. I, ummm… yeah… good pics) Solomon finds himself called back to his home town as a caretaker, but before long encounters Chaos, and then all hell breaks loose. You can’t help but dread turning each damn page, but you do anyway because you need to know if Solomon will be all right. You’re going to have read the book yourself to find out… I’ll never tell. 😉
Bane has set the stage for a show of horrors with this series that will both titillate and strike fear. The deeper you get into this story, the thicker the conflict, the darker the secrets. Bane hits on some very controversial topics, questions religious zealotry, abuse, and warped visions of conventional society. Needless to say, this man hits all the points for a compelling read: we’ve got drama, mystery, controversy, sex, and fear… Come on! Does it get any better?
I’ve got a right mind to reach out to Mr. Bane and ask him why? WHY?!?!? he would want to subject Solomon to this, knowing how good he is,but then that’s why we’re going to read the next book, right?
This book contains elements that may be disturbing and offensive. Please read with caution if you are triggered by events depicting violence and various forms of abuse.
On the seventh day of the seventh year… she desecrates.
Evil keeps a formidable schedule in Weston, West Virginia. Every seventh year, spirits from the town’s abandoned insane asylum seek worthy souls to command. But this seventh year, a desecration unlike any before is scheduled to ravage the town. And Solomon Gorge is lured to the harrowing event by the screams of Silence.
Excerpt (ADULT CONTENT)
Silence focused her mind, bringing the erratic race of her pulse back into her control. Again. She was finally there. In The Hallower. She didn’t permit herself to look about but her peripheral said she’d been wrong about the most holy chamber. The torture devices and horrific tools she’d imagined hanging from the ceiling and walls did not exist.
Six years. She could hardly believe it had passed. Six years as ‘Silence’ ended today. No, six years of silent Contemplation ended today. But it really didn’t end. There would never be a time when she didn’t contemplate what came next. And what would her new name be? She never permitted herself the blasphemy of trying to guess. Today she’d know.
She carefully slid her gaze to the single entrance leading in. A small door made of thick slats of wood, held together by decorative black metal. The entire room was black—walls, ceilings, floor—all a rough stone painted a shiny looking onyx. And empty. Except for the single slab of granite in the shape of a hobbit table where she sat in her ceremonial graduation gown. It reminded her of a wedding dress.
Would Master be the one to usher in the final phase? Her stomach clenched in excitement and she immediately calmed the fleshly rebellion. She secretly hoped he did. She’d never met the Order’s Queen but once, and even then Silence was not permitted to look upon her as an unlearned runt.
Silence was used to Master’s ways, even though all feared him. The Dark Legend of their Order had trained her personally in the most Holy arts of pain and fear. Any fear borne outside of her Master’s care was destructive—that was one of her first lessons. There were good fears and bad. The bad fears were counterproductive to the Order, the good fears protected it. And Holy Fear with pain were gifts she received directly from her Master’s hands. And only her complete submission provided the divine covering required to fulfill her role as the Queen’s chosen Redemptrix.
Her calm insides jolted at the clang of the outer door leading to The Hallower. She faced straight ahead in deferring obedience, eyes cast to the floor. The Hallower door opened next and her peripheral said the entirely nude form was indeed Master. She let out a silent breath of relief.
He shut the door. One metal bolt clanked… then another… then another. Her heart hammered in her ears despite her steady breaths. It was always this way. No matter how practiced she was with Master’s training, her body knew. Muscle memory always braced for sure impact of some sort.
“Sweet Silence,” he said when he stood before her.
She stared at his hardened phallus, leaning to place the customary kiss on the butterfly tattoo wrapping its length. He stopped her with a pointer finger on her forehead.
“Not this time.”
Again Silence braced, mostly in confusion. She didn’t remember a single time when he didn’t require the Butterfly Kiss. She still remembered the day he had the vision to get the tattoo. The butterfly on the phallus symbolized that the lost would be ushered to heaven’s door by the seed of Master. During her Silent Contemplation she’d marveled over his interpretation, glad that he seemed to be getting some of her gifts.
She hoped he got all of them.
“You look beautiful in your graduation gown, Silence.” He stroked that same finger along her face, beginning with her temple. Her mind flashed with past disciplines he’d put her through. There was no part of her body he’d not trained in some way, for some sacred reason.
“Thank you, Master.”
She listened closely to his unsteady breaths, thick with the scent of fermented juice. “Are you nervous?”
The several grunts followed by strained groans told her he was having divine revelations. “Six years of Silence to usher in the final phase.” The withered words came with the glide of his finger over her lips, lingering long enough for her to know what he wanted. But when she parted her lips to suck, he drew it away, bringing another surprise. “Are you ready, little one?”
“Yes, Master.” The bad fears made her breaths shallow as she struggled with old flight or fight instincts.
Why wouldn’t he let her suck it? It was always the not knowing parts that got her, it always was. What he would do each time. He liked surprising her. It had become an unspoken duel between them—her to anticipate, and him to be unpredictable.
A gasp escaped her as she fumbled with the reigns on her control. Master was the one person she would always fear. She was supposed to fear him and only him. Fearing him was allowed, it was good, it was expected, demanded.
Think of the Hallowing Ceremony. Graduating to the next phase. Six years of silence is over.
Sudden terror hit her as she remembered. The dream. The vision for her new name. There had been none.
“So much fear, little one.” His voice croaked with disappointment as he tilted her face up with that same finger, now under her chin. “I am sure you’re eager for your new name.” He began a slow trek to the right of her, his finger gliding off as he went. Silence refused to allow her gaze to stray from straight before her. He’d had the dream? The vision? “I too, am ready to hear it.”
He’d not. Terror raced back in and she swallowed at what this might mean. “There was none.” Her voice rang out with a strength despite the quiver in her gut.
His deep low chuckle behind her, tickled along her spine. “I know,” he whispered, his mouth suddenly at her ear. “Because I was given the dream this time.”
The beat of her heart became a wallop in her chest. Breathe, Silence.
“I’m sure you’re eager to know it?” he said lightly, slowly coming back around on her left now.
“I am excited to learn it.”
“And I’m excited to tell you.” He came to stand exactly before her again. Silence gripped her dress in tight fists as he placed his hands on either side of her head. He pulled her to his phallus, moving his hips side to side lightly. She waited for his direction, knowing not to engage until he communicated firmly. “I had a vision of your new name, little one. A vision of a hand writing on the wall next to my bed.” The tip of his penis stroked errantly over her cheek and lips, meandering and without purpose. “Do you know what it said, sweet angel?”
Bravo, Mr. Bane. You’ve got yourself a new follower.