I was just having a talk with myself about, at what point, an erotic romance becomes just too much for me. I think I’ve come right up against that point. I’ve dabbled a bit in the genre, and if it’s fair to say, I guess I have a type of erotic romance I like reading. This isn’t it. In fact the majority of the genre makes me grumble and squirm and roll my eyes.
In Wild Ride, we meet Marissa, who receives an invitation to exclusive, swanky Eden to run from her problems. Only she ends up facing the very problems she was running from. While trying to escape Rip, a motorcycle gang member accused of murder, she hops on the back of a bike owned by a man she later finds out is named “Killer”.
Killer isn’t a sweetheart. He looks good, but for my taste he’s much too gruff. Marissa falls into insta trust, there’s insta sex (a lot of sex, I mean A LOT OF SEX HOW ARE THEY NOT NUMB AND RUBBED RAW GEEZ!) and he basically kidnaps her.
Bada bing, she’s falling for this jerk. He makes her face some fears, she learns the truth about Rip………..and about Killer. For me, though, the truth is too much, too late. The D/s in this relationship seems built on power not a mutual need for the relationship structure. I also felt like Marissa didn’t realize that she could have been set free at ANY TIME if she would have just asked. Even Killer commented that he should be angry at how trusting she was.
I was trying to read most if not all of the Invitation to Eden novels because the premise seemed entertaining to me. If you like lots of sex, gruff sexy bike ridin’ dudes and three/foursomes, Wild Ride is your thing!