Monday, September 8, 2014

**BT** Ruin the Waking ~ Lucian Bane

To judge and execute. That is Ruin's power and desire. But Ruin's memory is empty of how he came to be here on Earth and why. After saving Isadore-- a neuroscientist living in the swamps of Louisiana-- from a sexual predator, she volunteers to help him. Ruin soon discovers that judging and executing wicked humans while linked to such a difficult and beautiful woman who can't help but involve herself in every aspect of his business, is proving to be more difficult than judging the world.

*****Katrina's Review*****

I am very picky about what paranormal I read. But, I like this author so I gave this one a try and was not disappointed. But, you can tell he is a Dom that believes in delayed gratification. Yeah, I'm married to a guy like that too. It may be sweeter later but until then it is pure torture and that is what the cliffhanger feels like right now.

Isadore, is a smart intelligent scientist that has moved back to her home in Louisiana out in the swamps that was left to her by her father after his passing. She is beautiful, sexy and a Christian, but no saint, she even has a trashy little mouth on her and fights her sexual needs daily.

Ruin, a long-haired, tatted, tanned, sexy-built man helps her out of a sticky situation and then flees, but she is puzzled by some words he mutters before fleeing. Later he comes back to her house asking for help. Finding out he doesn’t remember certain things about himself, she is determined to help him in his quest to learn things and figure out who he is and what he is suppose to be doing. Here is where the fun, laughs, sensual nature, damnation and questioning of God takes place. Finding out who and what he is, Ruin and Isadore are on a quest to fulfill his destiny, but in the process feelings become involved and Ruin and Isadore have to figure out how to handle those as well.

I loved this story. I am looking forward to the next installment in this storyline. I said in a previous review of one of his books that I enjoyed watching this author grow and improve and that he could write anything and his writing is good and imaginative. The only reason this is not a 5 star rating is editing. It was rushed. Words were missing and in a couple of places it suddenly changed from third person to first person for one or two sentences then back to third person.

I love his writing style, his imagination, his comic relief, his descriptive interpretation, but I think he need not worry so much about getting these books out so quickly and make sure they are edited as best as they can be. We fans will still be here waiting for his books a few extra days. Having said all of that, this book is still worth a read. I am sure the author will correct these errors in an upcoming update. The story is good and I like that he branched out in another genre to test his wings as a writer. Kudos, Lucian Bane, for taking a chance in a new world of writing. You did well. I know the next installment will be even better, because you always up your game when you write. 4.5 Stars KCW

Fun Random Facts About Lucian

Favorite Icecream: Butter Pecan

Favorite Song: Wish You were here (Pink Floyd)

Favorite Time: early morning

Favorite Smells: Ivory soap, Ivory dish liquid, Pine sol, and Camp fires

He loves to eat crushed ice

She suddenly jerked up in bed and Ruin spun around. “What are you doing!” she cried. “I…” He suddenly found himself unable to utter the words 'checking on you'. “I was watching you sleep.” She gasped. “Oh my God, what did you see?” “I…” Again there was no lying. “Saw your breasts.” She sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m…” He let out a growl of exasperation. “Want to say I’m sorry but I can’t seem to.” “Because you’re not sorry!” “That…is absolutely correct.” She stormed out of the bed and made her way around to look at me, holding her sheet tight. “And why wouldn’t you be? What is wrong with you?” “I don’t know.” But he did surely know if he looked at her that he’d do something worse, so he turned his head away. “You-you come watch me, you’re not sorry, and ohhhh, now you can’t look at me.” She gasped and spread one arm out. “And-and, I’m just supposed to tolerate all of this?” she shrilled. “I’m supposed to be the all accommodating swamp slut host, to the maleficent… hominid voyeur with the ever hard penis but not from ever touching it, are you seeing the freaky in this yet?” Her voice had gradually gotten higher and higher. “And for fucksake! What is your GOD DAMN NAME!” He looked at her, breathing through the need that had spiked to dangerous from her anger, and now her close proximity to him in only that sheet. “Back up, Isadore. Now.” “Back up?” She stepped closer. “Well while you’re watching my tits, Mister, I was having a dream about a man who was in dire need and God told me to help him!” She nodded incessantly with crazy looking wide eyes. “That’s right, I was ready to get rid of you and so I go out of my way, go the extra mile and pray for your sorry ass only to wake up to you watching my tits!” she screamed the last. “You…prayed? For me?” “What?” Like that was the stupidest of stupid questions. “Why would you even do that?” “Because I’m Christian. That’s what we do, we pray for people who need prayer and you clearly need it, don’t you agree?” “So…you believe in God?” Already his disgust had reached massive levels and he couldn’t even keep the sick reaction from twisting his face. “I said I prayed and you’re asking if I believe in God? I know you’re not stupid and you did not answer me, what is your name. I am not discussing a thing more until I know that. Tell me your name. Right now. Don’t tell me you don’t know it, either.” “Well, what if I don’t know it?” “Do you not know it?” “I’m not sure what my name is.” “Not sure?” “Am I not speaking clearly?” She pointed in his face. “Don’t’ get smart.” “If you don’t quit being this way with me, Isadore, I’m going to remove your sheet and do things that will likely make you scream and I won’t stop until I’m done. I don’t even know what I’d do, but something tells me I’d take all the time in the world to figure that out until it’s entirely and perfectly done.” She stood with her mouth open. “You’re threatening to rape me?” “I wouldn't need to rape you.” She gave a huge exasperated single laugh. “Welllll aren’t you the perfect and astute virgin lover!” Ruin closed his eyes tight and focused the ice in his veins to push back the heat. “Just ask me to show you, and I will. I may be a virgin, a first time lover, but every second I can’t do what burns in me to do, is an eternal fucking torment. She gasped and when he finally looked at her for fear of her silence, she just stared at him. “You said fucking,” she whispered, dazed looking.

My name is Lucian Bane, and I'm an Ineffable Dom. That just means, do yourself a favor and please don't try to fit me into categories. Complicated Dom, Intricate Dom, or Confounding Dom work too. I don't want a woman I can break, or overpower, or exercise my dominance over. I want a woman I can come undone with. I want a woman I can jump off the cliff with into that abyss of holy hell, this is beyond me, beyond my control. And thank God, I have found that woman in my wife. I think there are many men like myself, and I hope my writing will be a map for them. (A map for women as well, to let them know Doms like this exist.) I want to challenge them to go for the complete power exchange with a woman, but don't be a coward and not give the same that they demand or expect. Consider that when you give one hundred percent of yourself to a person, there is no more of you to give away. You now belong to them the way they belong to you.

As young men, inner Doms need a master to train them. I once bowed to my inner Dom's reckless and tireless desires, but when I gave myself to God and conformed my will to His, that inner Dom bowed to His will. The transformation made me into what I am today. What many would call an Ineffable Dom. But its equal term in the Vanilla world, in my opinion, is a real man.


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