Yet another erotic romance being compared to Fifty... this is far (far) better written but is, at heart, nothing more than an old-fashioned Mills & Boon dressed up with some explicit sex scenes and a bit of obligatory BDSM window-dressing.
By that I mean that both our heroines, April and Rowan, have the best sex of their lives when all the game-playing is dropped and they revert to standard, missionary, vanilla sex - nothing wrong with that, of course, but it does rather invalidate the more risqué label.
I found this full of romance clichés: every time Christian (yep, really) is mentioned, we get another description of his blue-green eyes (like the ocean, like the sea, sometimes a stormy sea, no less). I particularly hated the way the women spend most of their time weeping, and the way their men seem to carry them around everywhere: for heaven's sake, they have legs of their own and can probably even walk on them!
I thought this might be a fun, switch-off bedtime read and, to some extent, it is - but it's also very predictable, corny and a bit tedious.