I want Prince Charming to ride up on a white horse, and carry me off to his castle. The only difference between me and other girls is once I get there, I want him to bend me over the throne and pull my hair while he fucks me hard and calls me names. – Tate
Firstly I need to be captain obvious here… the book is called Degradation.
the condition or process of degrading or being degraded.
So if that alone turns you off.. don’t bother reading this book and then being all like:
If that isn’t your thing.
Simple don’t read it.
Works for some not for others.
It makes me giggle looking on here that some people have DNF it as they didn’t like that the Heroine Tatum was degraded. – I mean SERIOSULY?
This isn’t called “rainbows and butterflies”
Ok rant over…
So seriously… I REALLY liked this book. Don’t get wrong I know I just gave a rant then but some of the things were HARSH. I mean way fucking harsh…
Tate she got off on being called a dumb cunt. But you know what? Stylo made it work for Jameson and Tatum. Someone did that to me personally… well lets just say they would never say it again.
but it worked because ONLY Jameson could say that to Tate!
She loved it and begged for more….
I absolutely adored Tatum. I mean yeah the first 10% of this book you are thinking WTF? She sleeps with her sisters boyfriend, while cheating on her boyfriend. Lets Jameson say and do filthy things to her and then starts crying… We as readers are all like…. WWWAAAA………….
But Jump to 7 years later and Tatum is not that spoilt rich girl she was then.
She is is FUCKING KICKASS!! She dropped outta school, moved away, made new friend and likes to FUCK… a lot… she is a self-proclaimed slut. And it’s all because of that one night. Jameson freed her from her life by making her feel alive. She has never felt like that again.
I loved her character.. She was strong, and witty and funny and sexy and knew who she was. She owned that shit!
Jameson… well he is Satan.
Seriously he is the fucking devil in an expensive suit.
But yet you can’t help but want him! He gets what he wants… always.
He is an asshole… I mean HUGE HUGE Asshole. He is unapologetic and takes what he wants when he wants.
Seems he wants Tate now that they have crossed paths again.
It leads them into a deadly game…
But we all know there can only be one winner… who will it be though?
Seriously I want to know… It kinda ends on a cliff-hanger! GAH But don’t worry the next is out super soon!
There are secondary characters in this book that just make this story that much better as well. Sanders and Ang are fantastic and I fell in love with them.
Storytelling wise? We get joint Pov’s.. it does change occasionally to Ang, but it is mainly told from Tate’s POV. The story just flowed together… As I have said before “cunt” this and “slut/whore” that etc isn’t really my thing, but this just worked!
I smashed the shit out of this book. I couldn’t wait to finish it to see who won the game. (at the end of the day it’s a romance novel so I’d better get a HEA outta both these assholes!)
So yeah all in all… You like rough, hot hard sex scenes?
Raw and real characters and writing?
Then Yep I totally say read this!
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“Oh, you’re done. Time for good girls to go upstairs and show me how bad they can be,”
Jameson told her.
“I don’t think there’s very much that’s good about me anymore,” Tate laughed.
“I think you have no idea what bad really is.”
“There will never be a ring from Harry Winston. I will never ask you to marry me. I don’t
want those things, I never did. I like to have fun, I like to fuck. I don’t want to put stars in your
eyes. I’m not that guy. I’m the devil, and I don’t have any plans to change.” – Jameson
“Why do you like to push me?” Jameson groaned, lifting her hair so he could bite at the
back of her neck.
“Because I like it when you push back,” Tate whispered.
We are a match made in Hell. He may be Satan, but I’m Lillith. – Tate
Speaking nice to her, that was too much. Saying sweet things, even in the fucked up way
they had, was more than Tate could handle. She hadn’t wanted to care about this man. Not at all. She had wanted to play with him. Turned out, he was much better at the game.
“I don’t want a nice, normal girl. I want a girl who likes to be knocked down and dragged around. A girl who will let me smack her around and talk dirty to her. I want a girl who will let me sleep with other girls, and then get so turned on by that fact, she’ll blow me while we’re driving down a highway doing seventy-five,” Jameson snapped.
“Sounds like a pretty hot girl,” Tate commented
“Hottest girl I know.”
This. More than anything, Tate wanted to remember Jameson like this; she loved his
biting words and his stinging hand, but his kiss. His kiss gave her hope.