Not all fantasies are safe, sane, and consensual. Welcome to the world of The Gallery…
Juliet meets Fort St. Clair on a miserable, drunken night, and wakes up the next morning cuffed to his guest room bed. Of course, Fort would never take advantage of her. No, the pleasure and pain he wants to inflict on her body must be negotiated in advance, because once Juliet sets foot in his private, exclusive dungeon, she belongs to him.
BDSM at The Gallery is supposed to be a straightforward arrangement, an affair by the rules, but Juliet and Fort’s growing connection brings unexpected emotions they can’t control. She’s the free spirit who transforms his rigid world, and he’s the Dominant she can finally trust—or can she?
I haven’t read an Annabel Joseph book in a while. I was ready for some hot BDSM so I dove right in. I really enjoyed this one. The scenes were scorching, the writing amazing, the hero (Fort) was alpha, and the heroine (Juliet) was adorbs. I was all in until I wasn’t. I had a serious problem with Fort in the end. I couldn’t believe he would do something like that to Juliet. And the reasoning behind it was immature af. I am known to hold a grudge. So there’s no wonder that I couldn’t wrap my mind around Juliet forgiving him so easily. I needed another book to mend my relationship with Fort. I’m still not over it. As a matter of fact, I’m getting pissed all over again. Am I petty?