Friday, February 20, 2015

Restraint by Erica Chilson Blog Tour Wraps Up

I am Katya Waters.
A survivor of violence.
I fought death and won.
So why do I feel so dead inside?

Katya Waters is a small-town girl, mentally unprepared to deal with her deep, dark past. While walking in her sanctuary, her innocence was torn from her in the most brutal fashion- run to the ground as if she were an animal by a pack of vicious Hunters. After they wounded her spirit, they left her for dead.

How does one overcome a debilitating, tragic event? By strength, perseverance, and an unrelenting will to survive.

Out of desire, Katya no longer wanted to be the hunted. She hungered to be the hunter.

Finally taking her life into her own hands, Katya reached for what she’d earned, for the respect every human being so rightfully deserves.

By moving to a new city for the job of her dreams, Katya unwittingly brought her past nightmares to life, slowly drawing the repressed, dark memories into the light. With a deep desire to explore her true nature, Katya entered the BDSM Club, Restraint; never realizing there would be no escape from her secrets within the club’s walls. Katya’s entire existence turned into a living, breathing, never-ending therapy session from Hell.

The Boss pulled Katya into a thrilling game of Kat & Mouse as a way to force Katya to accept the truth of her past. Follow Katya’s heartbreaking journey as she connected the mystery of her past with her thrilling present.

… As long as I have a tomorrow, I can endure today.

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Welcome to Restraint

I scan the crowd that flows like a cliché. The majority of the clubbers are dressed in Goth fetish-wear. Black studded-leather from head-to-toe. Their hair is oddly cut and colored, and their bodies are adorned with collars and cuffs. Tattoos, piercings, and sneers, their desire to look criminal is almost amusing. They wear their disguises as well as I wear my false confidence– pretty damn well, but I can see through the guise.

I can easily pick out the tourists from the enthusiasts. The tourists gaze out of large, glassy eyes as they take everything in for the first or tenth time. Their clothing runs the gamut from Mary Sue to Manson– Marilyn, not Chuck.

The tourists are easy to distinguish because they remind me of children playing dress-up in their momma’s clothes. There is no aura of power or submission radiating off them, but there is plenty of excitement.

It is an intoxicating mix– the jaded innocence mixed with the exhilaration of anticipation.

The thrum of the club calls me, fills me with the same excitement that every single person in the line is experiencing. Danger. Fear. Lust. Power. Hunger. It flavors the air, luring you into its lair. The beckoning is so tangible that I expect to be able to taste it on back my tongue. Bitter and sweet, and it tastes like power and sex. Greedily, I swallow.

The enthusiasts all wear similar bored expression, as if they don’t need to be here intermingled with the poseurs. Unlike the wannabes, the dominants wear understated clothing. The submissives stand calmly by their dominants’ side, knowing they are safe and secure.

I don’t dress like the tourists. I have never been here before, or any club for that matter. But a poseur, I am not. The cliché would demand that I wear leather and a scary facial expression. Unlike the tourists, I do exhibit an aura of power. A power wrought and honed from the miseries of my past. I could wear a feed sack and people would stumble from my path, not from disgust but power. I walk around in a protective bubble of my own creation, warning all those who get too close to back the fuck off with my narrowed bitch-glare. It’s as natural as any other survival instinct I possess.

No black leather pants, crimson bustier with my tits overflowing, or black Elvira hair for me. This kink is about trust, and I come as myself. Charcoal-gray, tailored pants encase my curvy legs. A turquoise bra flashes color beneath my snug-fitting black vest; and yes, the vest creates ample overflow of my assets. An auburn curly mass is piled high on my head, revealing the curve of my neck and beneath the nape is a tattoo symbolizing my evolution– Chrysalis. A set of caps are clicked into place on my teeth, creating dainty fangs. The only hint that if you get too close, I may bite.

Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

I first read this in its previous edition (it is even better now), and then read everything I could find by Ms. Chilson, as I think she is a genius. The complexity of the plot, the interweaving of relationships; the intensity of the mind-games, let alone the raw, wild, controlled, mad sexual passion ... are stunning.

I have read this book a number of times, because there are so many layers that I needed to ‘try’ and straighten it out in my mind. To be honest, I have concluded that I am along for the ride and I have to trust Ms. Chilson to reveal the complex machinations of her mind as I continue through the series. I have read enough of her work to be confident that there is a Mistress plan. The story is just a beginning in a huge adventure that is played out amongst some of the kinkiest, most desirable people you will ever meet. As each book gives up its secrets, the next twists everything you believe upon its head – genius, no other word for it.

PS - You could just read this as a hot book and enjoy it greatly for its top layer, but I dare you to read it and not want more!

I have read 3 different “editions” of this book, with the final being my absolute favorite. I've also added a star to each version as the story has indeed been enhanced.

Welcome to Dominion, NY! This city is full of opportunity, it's full of life, and it's full of DEVIANTS.
Follow Katya on her journey from victim to survivor. Please don't expect this to be a quick jaunt, this journey to self-discovery has many bumps along the road. Her escort(s) are introduced as Master Ez and she is left to decide who this “master” truly is. Hints are given, but this is no easy task...

Katya finally makes a life for herself: She just starts a job at Edge Publishing, moves to the big city into a furnished apartment, and takes a leap of faith and checks out the BDSM club: Restraint. (The club isn't the main focus of this story, just an important location) Her life is finally "coming" together...
until she meets the Boss, or as she's instructed to call him – “Master Ez.” (AND HOLY MOLEY is that scene BEYOND hot!!!!) This is the start of the game between these two...

While this book is about Katya, many other characters are introduced – all of varied importance, but each providing entertaining value.
I don't want to “spoil” this story and am not going to delve into the other characters – as they all have their own story to tell.

Katya's mind and heart are at war with one another, and she is a very introspective person. This book was able to convey the constant struggles she faced with herself. I couldn't help but feel helpless as her truths came to light. I wanted to show up in the book and try to help her (crazy, right?).
The true Mind-F*ck this series provides, starts HERE> this time, though, I really empathized with Katya.
I CAN NOT WAIT to read the revised edition of Unleashed!!!

Erica Chilson does not write in the 3rd person, wanting her readers to be her characters. Therefore, writing a bio about herself, is uncomfortable in the extreme.

Born, raised, and here to stay, the Wicked Writer is a stump-jumper, a ridge-runner. Hailing from North Central Pennsylvania, directly on the New York State border; she loves the changes in seasons, the humid air, all the mountainous forest, and the gloomy atmosphere.

Introverted, but not socially awkward, Erica prides herself on thinking first and filtering her speech. There are days she doesn’t speak at all. If it wasn’t for the fact that she lives with her parents, giving her a sense of reality, she would be a hermit, where the delivery man finds her months after expiration.

Reading was an escape, a way to leave a not-so pleasant reality behind. Reading lent Erica the courage she gathered from the characters between the pages to long for a different life. Writing was an instrument of change, evolving Erica into the woman she is today- a better, more mature, more at peace thinker.

Erica has a wicked mind, one she pours out into her creations. Her filter doesn’t allow all of it to erupt, much to her relief. Sarcastic, with a very dark, perverse sense of humor, Erica puts a bit of herself into every character she writes.

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