Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Blog Tour + Review + Excerpt + Giveaway: Fleur de Nuit by Cat Montmorency

Title: Fleur de Nuit
Series: Bourbon Street Bondage
Author: Cat Montmorency
Genre: BDSM Romance
Publish Date: September 1, 2015
Review Source: eARC

The difference between wanting and taking is the barest catch of breath…

Decadent food, smoky music, dark delights—who could live in the French Quarter and not be tempted to partake? Moira D’Arcangelis, that’s who.

Ever since her college boyfriend tried to add her to his list of murder victims, she’s lived a quiet life, which is code for no life at all. When her best friend Kara convinces—okay, drags—her to meet Adrian LaCroix, master of the local underground kink scene, his commanding presence and sexy Cajun accent bring her latent desires back to life.

His offer to train her as a Domme is the key to regaining control of her life. Yet becoming Adrian’s protégé comes with complications. As he opens her body, mind, and soul, she begins to see Kara in a new light—right about the time a legendary Domme returns, intent on stealing Kara away.

Moira has a fight on her hands. For Kara, and against a past that comes roaring back with a vengeance. She’ll need every trick Adrian can teach her to win the right to both life—and love.

First off, I want to say what a great opportunity this was to be able to read and review this book.  It truly is worth all five bars and then some.  This book has everything, love, loss, pain, heartache, drama, depth, etc.  Fleur de Nuit is a book that you will not only fall in love with, but it is the type of book that will stick with you forever.

We are met with Moira D'Ardangelis who is still trying to just survive the horrible experience that her ex-boyfriend, Justin, caused her.  Still dealing with the deep seated trauma from that has left Moira a shell of the person she was.  The one constant that seems to keep her upright and hanging on to what bit of reality and life she has is Kara her best friend.

Kara Deschamps , Moira's best friend has stood by her side through thick and thin.  She has been the one thing that has kept Moira moving forward, being the strength that she so desperately needed.  What Moira doesn't know is that her best friend has a very secret side to her life, one that she hopes will help pull Moira out of her shell and give her back the life she has lost.

Kara, turns to Adrian LaCroix,  the Dom who leads New Orleans underground kink scenes.  Adrian knows exactly what Moira needs and begins to show her what she can do to take back the control of her life that she so desperately needs.  Not only does he teach Moira, he seems to open her eyes to much more than she would have ever seen or know other wise.

This book grabbed a part of my soul and has taken root.  I do not know of any other way to put it.  It has been a long time since a book rocked me to my core.  This book is so much more than just another BDSM story.  This book is all about learning to trust yourself, learning to love, depending on others, and believing in life again.  Cat Montmorency has written a book that people from all walks of life can enjoy.  Not only has she written a book that can take those who fell inlove with the Fifty Shades phenom, but for those who love a little menage'.  Add to this the fact that it is probably one of the best book containing lesbian romance that I have ever read just adds that much more appeal to it.

I can not say enough about how fantastic this book truly is.  I can only hope to have the chance to read and review the next book in the Bourbon Street Bondage Series.

Now for a few of my favorite quotes: 

"Yes, I want it.  All of it.  I want the control.  I want the sex. I want to stop hiding from life". ~ Moira

"Stop being a drama queen Adrian.  You've ordered me around and then fucked me every night for the last two weeks.  Sometimes after you watched me beat, order and fuck someone else.  Sometimes while I did.  Every girl needs a day off."  ~ Moira

" I want to be with you, Moira.  I want to be yours. But I need to belong.  I need to be fought for.  And I need to know if you can.  I'm sorry, I know this is a shitty thing to do right now, but Mistress Tamara..." ~ Kara.

She nodded, eyes flickering between him and the crop he waved in circles in front of her.
“She knew exactly what would happen if she brought you here. It was her idea. Now do you really think she’d do that if she didn’t think you not only could, but would enjoy it?”
The thought stunned her for a moment. Kara, who knew every secret she’d ever had. Knew her strengths and weaknesses, and things she didn’t even know about herself. Who somehow knew all the words she didn’t say. Broken. Worthless. Unworthy of love, of happiness.
“Take the crop, ma chère.”
Moira shook her head, but her hand was already reaching out. She felt a surge of something unknown as her hand closed on the handle, but whether that was from the act of taking it, or the flash of Adrian’s green eyes, she wasn’t sure.
He deftly unbuttoned his vest and laid it with his jacket before moving on to his shirt. “I told you the key to control is trust. You have to trust yourself first, Moira, if you want to find any kinda control in your life.” The last button of his shirt slid through its hole, and the fabric slid off to reveal a chiseled swimmer’s body. He stepped toward her, and she forced herself to stand her ground. He stopped two steps from her and waited.
“What am I supposed to do?”
His eyes flashed. “Anything you wish. Hit me. Hurt me. Or not, as you choose.”
She swallowed nervously and looked at the crop. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“Oui, you do.”
He stood frozen, hands clasped in front of his waist, eyes boring into her. It unnerved her. “Stop looking at me,” she whispered.
“I said, stop looking at me.”
She wasn’t sure where the commanding tone had come from, a spark of anger still alive under the mountains and years of resignation, but his eyes immediately dropped to the floor. His mouth twitched, almost smiling.
“Yes, Mistress.”
The surge of power that accompanied those two simple words almost knocked her over. She was glad he’d said them in English, instead of the half French half something the local Cajuns tended to use. And she knew in that moment he might be right. Not only was it possible that she could do this, she might even enjoy it. Moira gave a hesitant grin and trailed the tip of the crop down the centerline of his chest. He was beautiful, really. Such tone in his muscles. And it had been so long since any man had looked at her that way.
And he was standing there, waiting for her to tell him what to do.
I can do this. I can.
He knelt. God, the way that felt.

Cat Montmorency grew up reading every book she could get her hands on, and pining after the ones she couldn’t. She’s been everything from lifeguard to riding instructor to high school math teacher, but discovered that being a ninja gamer-girl and out-of-the-closet die-hard romantic who writes things was much more fun. If pressed, she’ll describe herself as a Southern Belle with a geek complex and a fetish for well-crafted words.


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