JENA CRYER is a true Southern girl who loves grits, cornbread, and lots and lots of leather. Originally from Mississippi, she and her husband now live in Texas. When not writing, Jena enjoys reading, traveling, and getting tied up with and by her loving husband.
on July 19, 2014 :
Smashwords is having its semi-annual Summer/Winter sale, and in addition to a ton of 50% off books, there are also a bunch of freebies. I downloaded everything that looked good and a couple things that didn't, including some very demented-looking erotica.
I was first acquainted with Jena Cryer's work via LOVERS AND LIES, a forced lactation erotica that was...actually surprisingly decently written. If you think of it as horror instead of erotica, it works pretty well. I was left feeling pretty squicked out by it.
Several of her works were free for this event, so I went into A CALLING TO THRALL with high hopes. It started out pretty well. We're introduced to the island of Thrall, a Heinlein-esque fantasy-land where women serve men and run around naked, in various fetishized outfits, and men rule supreme.
Leeta, the narrator, serves an unnamed Master who subscribes to the Jareth form of affection. You know, that whole, "love-me-worship-me-do-as-I-say-and-I-will-be-your-slave" school of thought. As long as she does everything he tells her to, and never fights back or shows resistance, he is nothing but affectionate towards her. Seems pretty fair...not.
Mr. Mason is a psychologist who was invited to Thrall by Leeta's Master. He studies behavioral psychology, which makes him ideal on an island that is devoted specifically towards breaking women and shaping them to cater to various forms of extreme fetishes. As Leeta's Master introduces Mr. Mason to a rebellious ponygirl, Leeta recounts the events that brought her to this place.
DUN DUN DUN.
Obviously, anyone who has rape triggers and abuse triggers should not read this book. Leeta's capture is pretty horrific, and even though she enjoys it, I think the consent is pretty dubious. Yes, this is one of those "no-means-yes-and-yes-means-take-me-I'm-yours!" books.
There was only one typo that I saw (Jet Ski's, instead of Jet Skis), and the writing quality was decent for the genre. However, I was annoyed by the fact that this book was pegged at 49 pages and yet only 29 pages of that is actual story. The other parts of this book are advertisements and excerpts for the author's other books--the same exact excerpt that was included in LOVERS AND LIES.
If this book was longer, it could have garnered three stars or more. But as it stands,
2 to 2.5 stars.
(review of free book)