Rameau’s review archive: Wish List (White Hot Holidays) by Sylvia Day

Synopsis:

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When Nicolas James draws Stephanie Martin’s name in their law firm’s Secret Santa exchange he knows he’s in for a merry Christmas-if he can figure out what to give the woman he’s wanted for months. When he works late and finds a crumpled piece of paper listing Steph’s personal wish list, he knows he’s in luck. Because all Steph wants for Christmas is him, in a number of naughty ways.

And not-so saintly Nick is going to make every one of her carnal wishes come true.
Wish ListWish List by Sylvia Day

I bought and read this because I wanted to try something of Sylvia Day’s without spending too much time on something with a heel on the cover. I’m thinking I made the right choice.

From a technical perspective, Day writes very well. Grammar, story structure, and other basic details have been thought through as have the characters and characterisations. But. As much as I liked the words, I didn’t particularly like the story they were telling.

I realise this is a short story and an erotica. It’s supposed to be a fantasy and it’s not supposed to be bogged down by such small details as lengthy discussions and explicit consent, but I don’t think this worked without those in the front. Stephanie is too determined against having any fun for Nicholas’ forced seduction(s) to read as anything other than borderline rape to me. She tells him to stop too many times for me to fully immerse in the fantasy weekend off she’s supposed to be taking. And his refusal to take a no for an answer seriously hinders my ability to consider him as a romantic hero.

Day tried but it didn’t work for me. I’ve not yet given up on her as an author, but I’m not in a hurry to read more from her either.

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One Response to Rameau’s review archive: Wish List (White Hot Holidays) by Sylvia Day

  1. Right. ‘Not for me’ doesn’t even start to cover it.

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