Sarah: Malcolm’s Prize by Sasha Holden

Well. That was…different.

What’s it About? 

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So you are beautiful and sexy, yet lonely. You just want love, affection. But when you can’t reach between the bedroom walls into the bed of your best friends husband, with whom you live, it becomes more than love and affection you lust after. What do you do when the thirst you crave can’t be quenched? Set on the beautiful Australian Coastline, maybe, just maybe, all your dreams will come true.

This stylishly written romantic tale of three lives intertwined escalates over time into one of not just passion, lust and desire. Out of nowhere the unexpected arrives to release unparalleled scenes of erotica that sweep you away on a wave of ecstasy. Confused as you are, vulnerable and uncertain as you may be, you know deep down in places only you have visited, that he has been looking. There’s only one problem. While he’s been noticing, your best friend has been protecting. She’s not about to give up everything she’s worked hard for. And why should she. She has him, you just want him. Or should I say, need him. Three’s a crowd. Or is it?

First Impressions

This was a rather jarring read in 2 respects. Firstly, the writing style. It’s a short story presented entirely in poetry-style layout. Definitely a unique approach, but one that I ultimately found to be a hindrance. It sort of made the whole thing seem like one, giant, run-on sentence. There weren’t really any periods or commas throughout. It’s difficult to know where one thought ends and another begins, and sometimes this thought process would change mid-line. Hard to keep track of what’s what.

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Secondly: the sex. Holy snickerdoodle! I obviously read a lot of books which feature a lot of sex, but this story took things to a whole new level of sexual that it almost felt like porn. There’s some girl on girl action, a heavy focus on butt sex and it’s preparation, as well as an extremely descriptive sex scene between Sarah’s parents. Sure, old people sex is a good way to stay active, and possibly break a hip, but it was almost like Fifty Shades with your parents. Once you picture that you can’t really un-see it.

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A Bit of a Bother

The main thing that bothered me about this tale was the lack of a real story, or for the main characters to have a thought which didn’t revolve around sex. Sarah has been pining for Malcolm, he has been pining for her (he’s married!), but it seems like their entire connection was just sexual. She continuously refers to him throughout the book as her “Mr. Right”, but in my opinion he wasn’t so much a “Mr. Right”, as more of a live-action dildo.

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Then you have Jess, who I couldn’t help but feel a tad sorry for. She’s Malcolm’s wife, as well as Sarah’s close friend, and she knows how much these two want to be with each other. She and Sarah also get it on at one point, but whereas it seems like Jess may have actually had some feelings for her friend, it was almost like Sarah just saw it as a way to get one step closer to Malcolm. As though bedding his wife was the right of passage to his penis. And then the whole thing concludes with a three-way! So…yeah.

*A copy of this book was provided for an honest review*

Series: As a matter of fact, it is. Sarah’s Story, Book 1.

Should you read it? It’s extremely short, so you’ll probably finish it in one sitting. That being said, I personally couldn’t really get over the bizarre writing style, or lack of real connection between the characters. All three of them.

Smut Level: I probably should have paid more attention to the author’s note at the end of the synopsis: this series contains strong language and scorching sex scenes including masturbation, mutual masturbation, oral, anal, lesbian, threesome, slight BDSM and straight sex. That’s…quite a warning.

Get it on Amazon: Click Here. $2.99 Kindle Price. Amazon Digital Services. 136 Pages.

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