- Book Title: Perfect Boy / Perfect Son
- Book Series: The Sadou Chronicles
- Author: S. Knox
- Publisher: Talon Ps (July 9, 2016)
- Book Length: 16502 words
- Genre:s: Erotica, BDSM, Contemporary
- Reviewed by: Phetra
- Rating: 5 Star
Perfect Boy/ Perfect Son is yet another book that shouldn’t work for me. It just shouldn’t and still all the things that doesn’t work for me hits a homerun in this book by Stephen Knox.
This is how slightly dark, highly perverted (the good kind) and very kinky erotica should be. High pulse, with lots of erotic situtions (not necessairly intercorse or sex per se). Normally I bitch and complain about two things,one, the story is too short, so you don’t have the chance to get to know the characters that quickly leads into bitch point two, because of lack of knowledge of the characters and their past or who is what and why and where the story disappears and there is no story at all or you don’t have enough understanding (emotional connection) to the character that you simply lose interest. With other words and quite frankly there’s tons of sex and kinky kind but because it’s like (what I imagine) overdosing on Viagra feels like you get pretty sick after the tenth time of screwing and you’re exhausted but you still have a boner. You have physically and mentally had your sex fill but your emotional fill hasn’t been reached.
In Perfect Boy/ Perfect Son, there’s a story, and a rather deep emotional attachment to Clayton (the main MC) right off the bat. Knox spends a good part of the beginning of the book to create that relationship and for a book with less than 50 pages that is quite remarkable I’d say, but smart. Knox keep moving the story forward while still introducing the MC and does it really, really well. I actually like Clayton for being a Dominant and he laters shows to be a rather hard core one of those too, who doesn’t pussy foot around, but yet there I am liking the man, and even feel sorry for him at times when his loss is at its greatest. He lost his wife to illness and his son is gone away to school and has because of a reason later revealed lost contact with his father. Stephen helps you form a bond and a liking for the strong, very manly and dominant Clayton without making him an asshole or arrogant bastard. No he sorts of oozes of refined confidence that only a man, or woman for that matter, with true deep rooted respect for others earn from intelligence and experience, not from being a jerk or putting others down.
There’s a lot to this book, more than meets the eye and it isn’t until the very end that you realize the true essences of the story and what is what, who is who and where is where.
To say the Sadou are a secret club would be an understatement. For the Sadou are to the sexual cults what the Illuminati are to New World Order. Secretive. Wealthy. Powerful. Generations old and filled to the brim with more dark taboos than most humans can imagine.
Master Clayton not only grew up in the Order, he is one of the more revered members. And he is about to partake in a selection that will give him a young man of his choosing to be his sex slave boy forever.
Twenty-three are handed over to the selection, handpicked from those who qualify for such honours and asked to be among the entries. Only their identity is kept from Clayton, and as he interviews and explores them all, one of them happens to remind him of his own son, Nathanael.
Some taboos aren’t just dark; they’re too damn tempting.
Stephan [pronounced: stef-fahn] is a relocated Scotian who now lives in the Sunshine State of the US where he spends most of his time writing out on the beach and tending to his accidental vegetable garden. He’s always been known to create vividly wild stories, since he was a kid, without any desire of publishing. Now, after retiring from the music industry, his longtime affair with writing as a favorite pastime has now become a new profession.
Stephan loves epic fantasy. He loves the research needed to create them, and the long journeys his characters will lead you on until you fall in love with them all. Except, he also has a dark side and sometimes the beast needs to be unchained and let loose.
Let his love for raunchy words get the best of your building arousal at the right times. He likes to make you squirm in pain and discomfort while peeking through the peep holes he created for your awakening voyeurism. He enjoys best to draw you past the walls of safety and into the things that frighten you, exposing you to taboos played out, and magically make you burn with desire for things you would never admit to aloud. He makes no apology for your discomforting passions—