I wanted to like this book, but by halfway through I was starting to realize that it just wasn't going to get any better. And then, of course, it got worse, instead.
The BDSM in this book is written as if by someone who has done a lot of reading and research on the subject, and maybe even talked to people in the lifestyle, but has not actually lived it. The outward trappings are generally accurate enough, but the tiny details that make all the difference... those are flat, or jumbled, or just plain wrong. As a kinky person who has visited private clubs like the one described, I can say that they're not much like the one described - not really.
The characters were flat and annoying, the main character, Nora, had a stunning lack of self-control for someone who is supposedly both a writer and a domme, and the relationships were intentionally twisted and perverted as much as possible to make them seem more anguished and emotional. Instead, they just felt ridiculous.
And I'm frustrated. Because I really wanted to like this book.