‘The power of this raw, sexual emotion almost cripples me. I wonder if I know myself at all…’
And not for the first time. Dr Alexandra Blake’s journey of self-discovery begins in the penthouse suite of fellow medic and ex-lover, Dr Jeremy Quinn, who wastes no time in propositioning her. Two kinks in the tale: she’s married with children; and Jeremy stipulates the terms, no sight and no questions, for the 48 hours that she is with him. Cue long-drawn-out and very tedious internal conflict.
This is Bloome’s first novel, and it shows. The dialogue sounds unnatural and stilted; and the narration is repetitive and cliché-ridden to a point that has this reader crying out for it to stop. Bloome also clearly skipped the chapter in How Not to Write a Novel, that cautions against mixing genre; as such, we find the bizarre coupling of erotic and pseudo-scientific content. This is literary BDSM.
The sexiest thing about Destined to Play is its neoprene-effect cover. You might, if you’re weird like me, find yourself stroking it on the tube, something best done with the book closed. Why kill the mood?
Destined to Play by Indigo Bloome. Published in paperback by Avon Red on 11th September 2012 £5.99