The other day I was looking for books to fill in squares on my Book Reading Bingo card and came across a book given to me by a friend that claimed to be Erotica, which was an open square on my card.
The Dirty Secret by Kira A. Gold is so much more than erotica. I was completely gobsmacked by this book. I thought it would go into my donation pile when I was finished reading it. Nope. It’s a keeper.
Before I start waxing poetic, let me share what I didn’t like about the book: the transitions were off-kilter, awkward, weird. I often found myself lost. The story didn’t flow in every spot, which was jarring.
There weren’t a lot of twist or turns, and only one was what I considered major. That is not a bad thing. Yes, the book was graphically sexy. But sex wasn’t the only erotic thing going on in the story, and that’s what made the novel so special.
What happens when a young architect hires a just-starting-out set designer to decorate his entry in a housing development showcase? He wants something feminine. Something that will appeal to women.
And off we go.
The story is filled with color. With textures. With light. All lush. The rich imagery is nothing short of design porn. I read several reviews on Goodreads after I posted my own review. Beige people gave it beige reviews. People who are afraid of color, of light, of texture will not enjoy this book. Or maybe they won’t understand the tapestry woven by the author to heighten the standard inclusion of the five senses. Several Goodreads reviewers called the decor “girly.” No, and no, and no. Everything was more mature than “girly.” Deeper. More sensuous than flighty. Voluptuous, not flirty.
The book exploited this reader on many levels. I can’t wait to read it again.