Title: Wicked Masquerade
Author: Diana Rose Wilson
Genre: romance; erotica; fantasy
Synopsis: (from Goodreads) Ursa is unassuming and practical. She never craved glamorous things until she accepted an invitation to the Halloween Masquerade, a carefully arranged erotic event featuring voyeurism, public sex, kinky games, and role-play. She is captivated by a handsome man—a chocolate-skinned, winged archer in a Cupid mask—who awakens hunger she never realized possible. He provokes her Domme, teases her senses, satisfies her body, and even introduces Ursa to pony-play. Hidden behind her mask, she becomes the person she craves to be, but never dared.
Ursa’s mysterious lover fulfills her every dark desire, and beyond. She embraces her secret pleasures to the fullest during their wild fantasy weekend. When it ends and her mask is removed the Domme disappears and normal life returns, but the yearning for Cupid and her new passions remain.
Review: When I received this book, I wasn’t quite sure about it because it wasn’t exactly something that I normally pick up but I was pleasantly surprised at how much I loved it. I felt a little like protagonist Ursa walking into her first Masquerade. As she walked up to the limo, her mask on, nervous and shaky, so too was I, nervous about what was to come. But Wilson’s writing style seemed effortless and instantly I began to enjoy the tension. Overall, I loved this book, so much so that I am happy to learn that it’s a series, one I cannot WAIT to jump back into.
I have two issues – the first is how quickly Ursa goes from shy and “oh my god, I’m going home” to “I’m a Domme now, let’s do this.” I don’t think it felt natural. I know, obviously, very little about these situations and scenes, but there was such (well written) build up about her nerves and her anxieties and then they’re just instantly dissolved. I would have liked them to be chipped away a bit more. I mean, it didn’t stop me from reading the entire novel, and loving the entire novel, but still.
The second were the wings. Like. Maybe there will be more about them later, but it felt like a plot device poorly used. And then forgotten about. I like a little fantasy in the real world, just like any other girl who hopes all those paranormal romances could be real, but like, don’t forget about them?
What I loved was Wilson’s attention to detail. Every single scene was intimately scripted out from the feel of fingers on skin to the emotions in Ursa’s head. I loved the extravagance of it all. I loved how there were those who loved the drama and those who just loved the scene. I loved how Diana Rose Wilson wrote a love story in the middle of a weekend long Masquerade and it felt real and authentic and oh so yummy. I’d read many, many more books from her.
*Special thanks to Netgalley for the ARC in exchange for an honest review.