Author: Megan Hart
Read copy: eBook
Published: January 1, 2010
The anonymous note wasn't for me.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not in the habit of reading other people's mail, but it was just a piece of paper with a few lines scrawled on it, clearly meant for the apartment upstairs. It looked so innocent, but decidedly— deliciously—it was not.
Before replacing the note—and the ones that followed— in its rightful slot, I devoured its contents: suggestions, instructions, commands. Each was more daring, more intricate and more arousing than the last… and I followed them all to the letter.
Before the notes, if a man had told me what to do, I'd have told him where to go. But submission is an art, and there's something oddly freeing about doing someone's bidding…especially when it feels so very, very good. But I find that the more I surrender, the more powerful I feel—so it's time to switch up roles.
We play by my rules now.
This would’ve worked better as a shorter story, written in third person, and with a heroine that wasn’t such a bitch. But since we cannot have everything we want in life, I was stuck with the heroine from hell, a long story, and a bunch of crappy reinvent-your-life-through-sex teachings.
Someone should’ve strangled Paige the bitch as page one and written a better story.