Rose by Louisa Trent
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Genre: Historical, Paranormal
Length: Full Length (156 pgs)
Other: M/F, F/F, M/M, bdsm, voyeurism, spanking, fisting
Rating: 5 cherries
Reviewed by Bittersweet
THE ETHIOPIAN: His early years in Ireland spent in shackles as a brothel slave, forced to perform perverse carnal acts on demand, Amaurus the Moor now craves the delights of dark carnality. His particular specialty is provoking climax in a partner by dispensing pain in equal portions to pleasure. A woman crying out in tethered bondage, her every orifice filled, her greedy buttocks raised to the whip’s sharp kiss comprise both his skill and his inclination. His unwillingness to inflict his unnatural predilections on a wedded wife condemns him to the solitary life of a nomadic mercenary. No home. No begotten children. Definitely no innocent virgins...
Then he’s seduced by a fair maiden whose illicit passions match his own.
THE WITCH: Disenchanted with her many spell-casting screw-ups, the Council of Immortals strip Treasa of her magical powers and erase her memory. However, the gods and goddesses are not without mercy. In their infinite wisdom, they give the shallow and vain virgin a second chance, a quest to redeem herself. To accomplish the feat, Treasa must employ her vast store of womanly wiles on Amaurus the Moor...
...while disguised as a lad, hampered by amnesia, and without knowing the simple quest was a complicated ruse all along.
Rose is a wild savage ride with a whole lot of sweetness from beginning to end. The title of the book is apt to describe its contents in more than one way.
On the one hand, the word rose is a reminder of the fragrance of a flower. A sweet, soothing smell which can be related to the sweet side of the characters: the moor so polite and lonely it made my heart ache; lonely and sad Treasa, only looking for acceptance.
On the other hand, a rose has thorns. They’re beautiful, yet dangerous, just like both the protagonists. He is a mercenary, she is a witch. They both can do horrible harm to one another: through Treasa’s hard headedness and manipulation, and the Moor’s physical authority.
A rose is also wild. It can grow in the wild just like the love and lust of Amaurus (the Moor) and Treasa. Their love comes unbidden, suddenly; their lust for each other is wild, untamed, exotic and dark. The truth is I was surprised with the depths to which the author took the erotic elements in the tale, (I’d never read anything on fisting). Yet, through this entire wild ride, the love between the characters is firm; it’s always something underlying through every act, and permeating the whole novel. To achieve all this, the author, Ms. Trent flourished the book with excellent descriptions which brought vivid images to my mind. The words, with a rhythm and cadence of their own made me unable to stop reading. The plot of the story flows easily accompanied with an array of conflicting emotions: tension, love, laughter, tears, hate, loneliness…
No matter how you look upon it, Rose should be picked up and read or smelled.