Sex. Drugs. And rock and roll—er—house music. Bradley follows Janine and Edie, two friends, into a North London house party where the drugs flow freely, the music pounds heavy, and the scent of sex is in the air.

Janine loses Edie temporarily while dancing in a rhythmic fog, then finds Edie holed up with an anonymous guy. Shocked and hurt, Janine begins wandering, and finds Molly, a shaven-headed, pierced occupant of the house, where she finds solace, and maybe revenge, or maybe something else.

I honestly didn’t think I’d like this story. It’s only me – some weird aversion to heavy drugs and heavy house music. I know. I know. I’m reviewing sex stories, right? Focus. The London/French slang is daunting, and sometimes tough to follow for those not into the scene.

But you know what?

It doesn’t matter.

This is a glimpse into a different world, at least for me. Bradley brings it alive, and the girls, the party, the atmosphere comes to life for the reader in a way that I honestly didn’t think would be possible for me. In that, I have to admire what Bradley has done here.

The sex is hot—definitely more than stroke fiction. The characters and the plot are all in place. I didn’t see a single technical flaw.

Bradley surprised me with this. This is an excellent tale, and even with my prejudices, or perhaps because of them, I have to say that overall, I really liked this story.

Rating: [10,10,10,10]

Wicked!

Do you know...I think I was at this party :) Impressive writing and hot pierced lesbian sex! Sums up North London parties brilliantly. Loving your work.

THAT IS SOME VERY GOOD WRITING