Miss Pearl

A book with this high of a body count (in the violence sense) should not be so comforting, and able to be the good kind of fluffy.

I was pleasantly surprised to see a book by Thalassa pop up when I did a trawl for everything tagged femdom on romance.io, that is not clearly a shitty AI cover erotica short sold for male subs.

After retrieving toy maker Micah from nearly dying of exposure, grumpy (and perennially sickly) dominant witch Vivian and her loyal himbo husband-sub Sasha nurse him back to health, then make their dyad and triad.

This isn’t femdom, but sooner or later my willingness to give books the benefit of the doubt was going to get a full dud.

This week’s review, before I stuff the next two months with as much autumnal femdom I can find, is about a rise in power of a character the author described as a “Shadow Mommy”.

Beryl has the ill fortune to have grown up in a cult of people waiting for their fated monster mate, and while she has no interest in this, even at 35 she’s been poorly prepared for life outside this highly controlled environment.

When faced with a book this bad, the hard part becomes deciding which of its enumerable faults not to share, purely for length.

I was told this book was going to be bonkers.

It’s a terrible pity a book that goes so rough on the male lead (with numerous scenes of torment and bondage!)

This one is a technically well constructed partial trope reversal of the “Mars Needs Women” concept.

I feel like this book’s curse is that it is trying to be Romantasy when it really isn’t.

This one was an outside recommendation, initially seeming like another version of the big warrior woman (Una) paired with a squishy male scholar (Owen) trope.

This one is another favourite, an 100% for dommes F/m delight about a gruff space admiral (Kira) and the ruggedly handsome slave (Mak) she rescues and then comes to love and appreciate.