Craving sugar by Elena M. Reyes

Craving Sugar is the definition of smut. It’s hot, hot, hot and totally NSFW.

It’s about Beau, a special education’s student in Miami, who’s persuaded to try a slightly unconventional way of paying for her college tuition. She becomes a sugar baby to a rich, older man. Only problem is, the man – Hendrix Parker – is hot as hell, entirely too moody, demanding and unreasonable and Beau finds herself falling for him although he sees her only as a temporary plaything. At least, that’s how it seems. Hendrix is in turn plagued by his past and fights his growing feelings for the woman who was only supposed to be hired eye-candy. What the two have from the very first time they meet, though, is chemistry. Beacuse holy crap is there lots of really hot secenes in this book. It’s fast and hard and combustible. So if you’re looking for something juicy to get your blood pumping, this is it.

This story is very simple in it’s structure. The characters are few, a bit clichéd and most of the scenes are focused on the interactions between Beau and Hendrix. The small attempts at sidestories are halfhearted at best and there is no real intrigue beyond the relationship of the main characters. So, by all accounts, it should be quite low quality reading. But despite the simplicity, Beau’s and Hendrix’s encounters are downright sizzling, which makes you forget all the other stuff that’s lacking.

When I started reading, I had real trouble with the author’s way of skipping so many of the pronouns in the beginning of sentences. I found it really annoying and I was often forced to back up and add the correct pronoun in my head in order to make sense of it all. This is the first time I’ve encountered that way of English writing so it took a while before it stopped distracting me from the story-line. But in the end, when I couldn’t put the Kindle down I was so engrossed, that specific compositional quirk didn’t matter at all.

Bottom line is that Craving sugar won’t win any awards. But it’s so delicious and naughty that it doesn’t matter the least. It fills it’s purpose by being smutty as all hell.