Does anyone have evidence on their hands that these books are actually written by a real human being? I bet all the cash I don't have that Jessa Kane is a code name for AI created specifically by pornhub enthusiasts to pop out filthy novellas for horny girls like us. I tip my hat to the author for that alone.

I felt the waves of schizophrenia flooding my brain meticulously the further I submerged into the story.

This thing Jessa Kane wrote was a wild, ridiculously grotesque piece of art (forgive me this blasphemy) that smacks you right in the face with its perfectly logical storyline, believable situations and deep, thought-provoking ideas. “I can’t have you leaving while I’m out buying an apology.”įorcibly retain a girl in order to later buy her forgiveness ? Makes perfect sense. Her mouth opens to question me, but then she spies the rope and it snaps shut. She screams, scrambling on the rumpled bed and shielding her nakedness with a pillow. “One last chance to open the door, girl.”Ī laugh threatens, but I shake it off. In my defense, I have to say that the grotesque quality this book oozes off does that strange things to your brain. self-therapy and all, but I did, because wtf am I reading? And why? I know it's morally wrong to laugh like a maniac 5 sentences after the scene where the innocent girl gets brutally fucked doggy style without any preamble by the horny stranger who decided that raping a girl would be a perfectly acceptable therapeutic means of calming down after a PTSD induced nightmare. Now I’m even more determined to make sure she doesn’t run from me. I think…I think I find her pretense amusing. My pulse clamors in my ears as I retrieve a length of rope from the shed, dragging it behind me on the way to her room. Turns out the girl hates being tied up and our knight in shining armour feels outrageously furious due to the fact that someone else accomplished doing precisely the thing he himself intended to do not a minute earlier. To tie up or not to tie up? That's the question this book seeks to answer. My poor man and the hard dilemma he had to face due to the traps women are so notoriously famous for. “Is this what women do? Create a series of traps for men to step in? If I don’t tie you up, you’ll run away from me. I just happened to come to the conclusion that reading about an ex-soldier suffering from PTSD and a mental health institution refugee getting it on would be an exquisite way to lull me into sound, baby sleep. I'm perfectly fine, thanks for not asking.

His Summer Intern by Jessa Kane