Marjorie Fordham has the life she desires: an engaging
career with a small publishing house, close friendships, and sex-buddies on
call. What more could a young woman ask
for?
Happiness, true
intimacy, and emotional fulfillment come to mind.
Enter David J.
Seton, fabulously successful and critically lauded author. Ms. Fordham’s publishing house needs to sign
him, and he has specifically asked for Ms. Forham to be his in-house editor. Catalysts and cataclysms ensue.
Not everything is
as it seems in M.F. Sinclair’s The Dom of My Dreams, and therein lies the joy ensconced
in this gem. Although published over six
months ago, it is new to me, and I relished the experience of reading it for
the first time.
Unbelievably priced
at 99 cents, this genre-crossing powerhouse is a remarkably good deal. M.F. Sinclair breathes life into the
characters, and the story comes alive and engrosses the reader from the get-go.
Ms. Fordham
graduated college with a 4.0, but, with great verisimilitude, she is not self-aware. Such is her charm and her undoing. The journey of her awakening is the soul of
this transcendent tome. Titillation
abounds, which is always pleasant, but the true satisfaction of this book is
not the sexual unfolding of Ms. Fordham, but the emotional one. M.F. Sinclair takes her reader by the hand
and is an able escort, providing insights to both joy and heartbreak. The fractured soul is far more interesting
than the whole.
Don’t hesitate to
experience The Dom of My Dreams. You
will be glad you did. David J. Seton is
able to give Ms. Fordham precisely what she needs and wants. Coincidently, I also received both what I
need and what I want. Well done!
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