Spank, spank, spankity spank. If you are a spanking connoisseur, and I’m sure you’re out there, this is the book for you. If not, avoid this book at all costs. My quest to find good erotica has lead me here, to the book people claimed was so much better than Fifty Shades of Grey and all other books that have stemmed from it. The only thing this book has going for it is it is much more inclusive of other sexual preferences than Fifty Shades. Instead of exclusively heterosexual sex, we have sex of varying degrees. Although, most of the sex scenes fall under the category of non-consensual, so the book loses a ton of points for that.
The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty is supposed to be an erotic retelling of the classic tale of Sleeping Beauty, which is a promising idea. I have a book of erotic fairy tales I have yet to finish that explore the more sensual aspects of the original tales. What I have read so far is promising, in an amusing sort of way. But this book starts with the Prince waking Sleeping Beauty by having sex with her. While she is still asleep. And underage. If that doesn’t deter you, and to be honest, I wish I hadn’t bought the book by that point already, he then proceeds to claim her. As his slave. He takes her back naked to his kingdom where she will be put on display with all the other slaves.
Which brings me to the biggest question of the book. This kingdom is supposedly the most prosperous one in the area. All the lords and ladies sent tributes to this grand Queen. Yet the only currency they seem to have is sex. How does a Kingdom run like that?
Anyway, what follows Beauty’s imprisonment is a series of spankings, more spankings, the humiliation of the other slaves, and her falling in love with one of the Prince slaves. The whole time she is warned that the absolute worst thing that could happen to her is to be sent to the village. Naturally, what does she do? She finds a way to displease the royalty so greatly that he has no choice but to send her to the village. For what? Just so she can have wagon sex with Prince Tristan, who she has seen exactly once before. Characterization and proper plot development are nowhere to be found in this book.
Say it with me now: erotica is not an excuse for slipshod writing. Readers, yes, even erotica readers, are not stupid. If you don’t treat your readers with respect, they aren’t going to buy any more of your books. So my quest for good erotica continues.