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Passion's Nectar
To celebrate her thirtieth birthday, Carrie Norwood goes partying at the hottest spot on the Jersey Shore – a nightclub called Shadows. With her best friend Patrice and her supervisor Louis in tow, Carrie intends to make her birthday Saturday night a night she won’t forget.
But she does forget.
Carrie wakes up on Sunday morning, naked and alone in a strange bed in a strange house, with no memory of how she got there. The last thing she remembers is dancing in Shadows. But while her mind has lost recollection of what happened the previous night, her body remembers. She can still feel the man she was with, in the places in which he possessed her. Her body thrums its memory that the night of intimacy that she can’t remember was as intense as anything she has ever experienced. To add to the mystery, Carrie finds a handwritten note on the pillow next to her. Its three-word message reads: “You were amazing.”
Over the next few days Carrie’s memory gradually returns, and she comes to realize that she was as much responsible for her night of fevered passion as was her mystery lover. And she discovers that the catalyst for their mutual unchained desire was a wine called Passion’s Nectar.
Here at last is the long-awaited first installment in The Black’s Passion series: Passion’s Nectar.
But she does forget.
Carrie wakes up on Sunday morning, naked and alone in a strange bed in a strange house, with no memory of how she got there. The last thing she remembers is dancing in Shadows. But while her mind has lost recollection of what happened the previous night, her body remembers. She can still feel the man she was with, in the places in which he possessed her. Her body thrums its memory that the night of intimacy that she can’t remember was as intense as anything she has ever experienced. To add to the mystery, Carrie finds a handwritten note on the pillow next to her. Its three-word message reads: “You were amazing.”
Over the next few days Carrie’s memory gradually returns, and she comes to realize that she was as much responsible for her night of fevered passion as was her mystery lover. And she discovers that the catalyst for their mutual unchained desire was a wine called Passion’s Nectar.
Here at last is the long-awaited first installment in The Black’s Passion series: Passion’s Nectar.
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June 5, 2020
By now there have been so many reviews (and if not, there should be) talking about how amazing Passion’s Nectar was, that I’m just jumping on the bandwagon at this point. But I’m going to do it anyway . . .
After I read the Prologue, my mouth was literally hanging open. And I became one of those people who emails authors to ask them what happens next, rather than just reads the book. But I had to reach out to The Black and honestly it was not so much to find out where the story went, but to tell him that his work was pure awesomeness. And I guarantee you will have the same urge when you read Passion’s Nectar. My next thought was a panicky one: I know this is a series, what if he hasn’t written the others yet??? Thankfully he has, with only one installment remaining, which—fingers crossed—is due out later this year.
But this one, on its own was perfectly titled for more reasons than one. It was exactly like a nectar—rich, dense, best consumed slowly, and satisfying long after it’s done. The story is, ostensibly, about Carrie who goes out to a nightclub with friends and awakens the next morning in a mansion. Her clothes are nowhere in sight and she has no memory (at least not in her mind) of what transpired. But her body remembers, and The Black gives us small, tantalizing doses of her sensory-memory of the previous evening. One of my favorite sentences, which is illustrative of how this writer writes: Her body thrummed its memory.
How can you not love that!?
Oh, and it only gets much, much better. Carrie’s flashes of returning recollection are given to us in short spurts, just like real memory. The cadence and pacing of the writing mirroring the nature of remembered scenes in her mind.
His breath and lips on her neck . . .
So big . . . so hard . . . so deep
. . . his hand between her legs, touching her . . .
And as the story unfolds you realize that Carrie is not the star of the show, she is an experiment of sorts. She had been drinking Passion’s Nectar, a potent new invention that excites the libido and makes people sexually insatiable, because the formula has yet to be perfected.
Finally, near the end of the story (or at least this part of it) we find out exactly how Carrie came to be naked in the mansion, and the writing in that section of the book is among the best I’ve read in a while to convey thought and action simultaneously:
She was so wet.
She felt her need slicking the insides of her thighs as she followed him from the garage through the shadows of the cavernous house to the stairs.
She took no notice of the house. Her eyes were on him. Her mind was on what he represented.
Relief.
Release.
Dick.
She followed his dick up a winding staircase into a dark upper hallway.
After that, I was just done. I became Carrie and was there when: He stood behind her, pushed his hard heat into her wet heat.
By this point, I was looking down at my Kindle and noticing with dismay that the story was 78% done. My only comfort at that point was the knowledge that I could go to Amazon and buy Passion’s Kiss, Passion’s Fire and Passion’s Journey.
But like Passion’s Nectar, I plan to pace myself and read them very, very slowly because I just don’t want it to be over.
After I read the Prologue, my mouth was literally hanging open. And I became one of those people who emails authors to ask them what happens next, rather than just reads the book. But I had to reach out to The Black and honestly it was not so much to find out where the story went, but to tell him that his work was pure awesomeness. And I guarantee you will have the same urge when you read Passion’s Nectar. My next thought was a panicky one: I know this is a series, what if he hasn’t written the others yet??? Thankfully he has, with only one installment remaining, which—fingers crossed—is due out later this year.
But this one, on its own was perfectly titled for more reasons than one. It was exactly like a nectar—rich, dense, best consumed slowly, and satisfying long after it’s done. The story is, ostensibly, about Carrie who goes out to a nightclub with friends and awakens the next morning in a mansion. Her clothes are nowhere in sight and she has no memory (at least not in her mind) of what transpired. But her body remembers, and The Black gives us small, tantalizing doses of her sensory-memory of the previous evening. One of my favorite sentences, which is illustrative of how this writer writes: Her body thrummed its memory.
How can you not love that!?
Oh, and it only gets much, much better. Carrie’s flashes of returning recollection are given to us in short spurts, just like real memory. The cadence and pacing of the writing mirroring the nature of remembered scenes in her mind.
His breath and lips on her neck . . .
So big . . . so hard . . . so deep
. . . his hand between her legs, touching her . . .
And as the story unfolds you realize that Carrie is not the star of the show, she is an experiment of sorts. She had been drinking Passion’s Nectar, a potent new invention that excites the libido and makes people sexually insatiable, because the formula has yet to be perfected.
Finally, near the end of the story (or at least this part of it) we find out exactly how Carrie came to be naked in the mansion, and the writing in that section of the book is among the best I’ve read in a while to convey thought and action simultaneously:
She was so wet.
She felt her need slicking the insides of her thighs as she followed him from the garage through the shadows of the cavernous house to the stairs.
She took no notice of the house. Her eyes were on him. Her mind was on what he represented.
Relief.
Release.
Dick.
She followed his dick up a winding staircase into a dark upper hallway.
After that, I was just done. I became Carrie and was there when: He stood behind her, pushed his hard heat into her wet heat.
By this point, I was looking down at my Kindle and noticing with dismay that the story was 78% done. My only comfort at that point was the knowledge that I could go to Amazon and buy Passion’s Kiss, Passion’s Fire and Passion’s Journey.
But like Passion’s Nectar, I plan to pace myself and read them very, very slowly because I just don’t want it to be over.
February 16, 2013
This book has left me at a lost for words and that is no small accomplishment as I always have something to say! This was a fantastic short read. While I found it hard to connect with the characters, Mr. Black did a wonderful job using the characters to sell the idea of the product Passion's Nectar...which makes perfects sense as the book was about the Passion's Nectar product. Carrie the one character that came close to pulling at my heart string was on the scene briefly and I look forward to seeing her in other books in the series. The one thing I can say is that through out the whole book my mind was thinking where can I get my hands on some of this Passion's Nectar and where will Mr. Bynum take this series. I definitely look forward to reading more of Mr. Bynum's books.
February 23, 2013
I love a man with a sexy mind and The Black does who would think of Passions Nectar but him a drink that makes you feel this drink make you feel. To me this is the beginning adventure for Julian and this adventure was really good, I am starting to read the next book right now because I can't wait to see what happens.
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