Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Review & Excerpt ~*~ The Retreat ~ The Perfect Submissive 2 by Kay Jaybee

Many thanks for inviting me to visit you today as part of my blog tour to celebrate the release of the second part of my The Perfect Submissive Trilogy- The Retreat.

Just as Jess is beginning to relax into her new life as a submissive at The Fables Hotel, her employer Mrs Peters announces that she is loaning both Jess, and her dominatrix Miss Sarah, to one of their most demanding clients; Mr David Proctor.

Whisked away by the mysterious Kane to The Retreat, hidden in a remote part of Scotland, Jess and Miss Sarah find themselves teaching another submissive to meet Proctor’s exacting rules.

As Jess comes to terms with the techniques of The Retreat Mistress, and the strictly overpowering dominatrix Lady Tia, she discovers that Proctor’s motives may not be all they seem.

Just who or what is Fairtasia? And why does Jess feel like she’s walked into a warped fairy tale?
In order to get back to The Fables, Jess is going to have to be more than just a perfect submissive...

I was so excited when, earlier this year Hazel Cushion, the owner of Xcite Books, asked me if I’d consider extending my BDSM tale of sexual discovery, The Perfect Submissive, from a standalone novel, into a trilogy.

At first I wasn’t quite sure which direction to take Miss Jess Sanders in. It wasn’t that I had no ideas- quite the opposite. I simply had so many ideas, that I didn’t know where to start!

It was a conversation with a good friend over coffee that decided me on which way to go. She’d loved Jess in Book One, and she just adores adult fairytales –why not combine the two she said- and maybe send Jess far away as well . . . That’s when I saw The Retreat in my mind for the first time. I could picture it so clearly . . . and there would be fairytales, but not in a way they’ve been written before . . . 

Jess wasn’t sure exactly what she’d expected to happen once they’d been escorted into the castle. What she had been sure of, however, was that Miss Sarah was would be right. The moment they crossed the threshold into David Proctor’s territory, they’d be subjected to some kind of sexual action that would make their in-flight entertainment look mild.
The submissive had spent the final part of the journey mentally preparing herself for an instant stripping, beating, and group fuck by every member of the staff she was there to meet. She’d contemplated being fastened to some sort of table or chair, so that her naked frame could be examined and teased to the point when her endurance broke; and being the target for every sort of sex toy ever invented. What Jess had not expected was nothing.
When she and Miss Sarah had finally been ordered to approach the castle, they’d stuck close together, walking slowly. As they’d stepped before the main door, someone from within had let out a whistle, and a male-shaped shadow had appeared from the gloom of the night. Steering Jess by the neck, the stranger had taken her inside, while Kane emerged from the door and shoved Miss Sarah in a totally different direction.
Ushered through the large entrance hall, with barely enough time to take in more than the solid, whitewashed walls, and the profusion of bold tartan chairs and sofas, Jess had been vaguely conscious of a group of people standing to one side. They mutely observed her being swiftly manoeuvred past them.
Still held by the back of the neck, she was frogmarched along a narrow corridor by a slim young man Jess hadn’t been able to see clearly in the dark. Whoever he was, he had kept purposely behind her as they strode through the castle, and she hadn’t dared ask him anything as she saw that a spiral staircase of bare stone lay ahead of them.
Two minutes later, they’d reached an open wooden door. With no corridors to either the left or right, there was no other way to go but through, and Jess had suddenly been reminded of Rapunzel, who’d been imprisoned in a room at the top of a tower with nowhere to run.
The guide held her by the shoulders. His unspoken instruction that she should not try to look at him was made clear by the intensity of his grip. With an unexpected burst of speed, the man then took a step down, at the same time urging Jess firmly forward. No sooner had she stepped into the room than the door was snapped shut behind her, and Jess had found herself alone in a circular space which had curtains drawn all the way around it.
Five minutes later, she was still taking slow, deep breaths as she tried to soothe herself. Whatever was happening would be for a reason, and if she knew David Proctor like she thought she did, Jess was sure that somewhere in the room there was probably a camera observing her every move, gauging how she was reacting to this enforced situation.
Standing still, she cast her eyes around the room. If life at Fables had taught her anything, it was that the more detail she took in about her surroundings, and the more attention she paid to every word spoken to her, the more she’d learn, and the better her chances of survival and erotic contentment would be.
‘So, I’m inside the turret, then.’ In the centre of the room, a spindle-backed wooden chair sat next to a matching table. ‘All that’s missing here is a spinning wheel. Forget Rapunzel, this is Sleeping Beauty!’ Jess muttered to herself as she walked around the rug-covered stone floor, skirting the very edges of the room as if she was a tiger patrolling the surrounds of its cage. She ran her hands across the floor to ceiling dark purple velvet curtains. Unsure if she wanted to see or not, she drew them back.
The majority of the room’s walls were constructed of large blocks of bare granite, but as Jess threw open the third curtain, she stepped back in surprise. A wooden door, about four feet high, and two foot across, had been built into the curve of the stone. ‘OK, so maybe this isn’t Sleeping Beauty after all. Maybe it’s Snow White.
With her heart thumping, Jess placed her hand on the brass doorknob, and bent to see what was through the doorway. ‘Oh thank God!’
It was a washroom. A modern shower cubicle, sink, and toilet were plumbed into the exquisitely tiled carpeted semicircle. Making use of the facilities, Jess wondered if this was to be her room; where she was to spend all her time when she wasn’t doing whatever it was that Proctor expected her to do.
Returning to the larger room, Jess continued to throw back the curtains, wondering if any other cubbyholes were secretly attached to this turret. No more doors appeared but, drawing back the last pair of drapes, Jess jumped as she came face to face with her own bedraggled reflection.
A huge, round mirror stared at her. ‘So maybe this is Snow White! Complete with the scary mirror on the wall and the dwarf-sized door. Which means, I only have the Wicked Queen left to meet.’
As soon as she’d spoken the words she slammed her hand to her mouth, wishing she hadn’t said them out loud. Until that point she’d considered herself to be doing well. She’d shown whoever was watching her via the camera she was convinced was installed in the turret somewhere that she was capable of acting calmly, and was brave enough to explore, not merely sitting and cowering on the chair awaiting her fate. Now she’d blown it. I might as well have laid on the bed and wanked without permission, Jess thought crossly. Instantly, she wished she hadn’t had that thought either, for some solo comfort from her fingers over her ever-damp clit would been have more than welcome.
Beginning to shiver, realising that the curtains hadn’t been there to hide things, but to keep the heat in the room, Jess put the heavy velvet drapes back in place, starting with the one over the mirror. She’d never liked looking at herself in mirrors, and the sheer size of this one, along with the brilliance of its shine, unnerved her as it reflected back her dishevelled red hair and tired eyes. ‘Not exactly the fairest of them all!’ she quipped.
Sitting at the little desk, Jess reasoned that this couldn’t be her bedroom, as there was no bed. That meant that, despite the fact it was almost one o’clock in the morning, she was being kept there for a reason other than to get some sleep. The idea of a wicked queen came back to her mind. No one had mentioned a mistress equivalent to Mrs Peters. Until now Jess had assumed that David would run this place, but now, as fatigue took a firmer hold, Jess saw how unlikely that was. Hot shot businessmen don’t run places like this; they get other people to run them for them while they sit back and get off on the results. Surely though, she thought, allowing her eyes to close for a few seconds, if I can survive Mrs Peters’ regime, then whoever runs this place will be no problem. She snapped her eyes back open. Or could they be worse?
Not wanting to speculate on the woman she had already labelled the Wicked Queen, who might not exist beyond her overactive imagination anyway, Jess looked at the table. Her eyes fell on the only items it held: a brand new notebook and a pencil. Was she supposed to write something down? If so, what? Holding her hands in her lap, wishing she’d known she was going to have to dress for the cool Scottish climate, not to mention the draughty nature of castles, Jess’s thoughts drifted towards Miss Sarah. Where was she? What was happening to her?
Without dipping so much as a toe into a parallel universe, or accidentally finding herself in a magical world hidden at the back of a wardrobe, Jess has to face some of the oddest adaptations of Grimm’s Tales yet . . . and then of course, she has to get home . . .

If you’d like to discovered how Jess copes in her new environment, with new staff to impress, and the always challenging demands of her dominatrix companion, Miss Sarah, to please,  then you can buy The Retreat as either an eBook or a paperback from all good retailers, including-
Amazon UK   ~    Amazon.com

Thanks again for inviting me to share part of The Retreat with you today,

Kay x

Kay Jaybee wrote the novels The RetreatPart 2 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2013), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk 

9 Inch Review~*~

I've waited and waited to write this review!  I just don't know how to put into words how I feel about this series!  I was able to read the first two books together and I highly recommend you don't pick up the second book, The Retreat, unless you read The Perfect Submissive first! I can also honestly say, that I am looking forward to when I can read the conclusion to this trilogy.

I enjoyed The Perfect Submissive (Book 1 ) actually a lot more than I did The Retreat (Book 2).  I would probably rate The Perfect Submissive and 9/9.5 and The Retreat an 8/8.5 so I settled in the middle for the full review.  As most of you know, I am not one for spoilers so I am going to keep the review simple.  

The characters are fascinating with a depth that you don't get often.  They each have various facets to their personalities that make them unique and realistic.  They are compelling and one moment you will love them and the next moment hate the same character.  This is true throughout both books as we are introduced to new characters in The Retreat while keeping a continuation with a couple of characters from The Perfect Submissive.  

Kay Jaybee does a great job of involving us in the plight of various characters  especially the main character, Jess.  The reason The Retreat didn't rank as highly with me is it simply felt dragged on with less knowledge about the characters.  There is a lot going on in The Retreat so it isn't lacking anything sexy or plot driven.  To me, it just felt slower and more drawn out and I wasn't as compelled to sit and read it all at once.  But as I stated earlier, it is not stopping me from looking forward to book 3!!

1 comment:

  1. Thank you ever so much for inviting me over today- and for your lovely review. I'm so glad you are looking forward to Book Three- Knowing Her Place will be out next Summer! Kay xx