Title: Working Jerusalem
Author: B.A. Tortuga
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: August 13, 2019
Genre(s): BDSM, Contemporary
Page Count: 193
Reviewed by: Bob-O-Link
Heat Level: 5 flames out of 5
Rating: 3 stars out of 5
Buttoned-down and sexually repressed lawyer JD desperately wants to break free of the closet and explore his desires… and coffee shop owner Todd is just the man to take him on a wild ride through pleasure, pain, power play, need, and even love.
But though they complement each other better than coffee and donuts, they have to get past JD’s issues and confront the homophobic boss who wants to keep JD under his thumb before they can sample the sweet, erotic delights waiting for them.
Hold the presses! [Or, in the age of tweets , is it “Don’t press Send yet.”]? Here’s the news
flash: I like sex! I like looking forward to it, vividly recalling it, and, often, to pass the
time in between, reading about it. When my choice in sexual fiction starts crossing from
mere erotica toward one-handed porn, I notice that plot frequently becomes the first
writing element sacrificed to the heat of “passionate expressionism.” Ms Tortuga has
conquered the skill of keeping our hormones cooking while exercising creative skills in
structuring an engrossing plot.
Working Jerusalem is a hot book for readers with a taste for sexploitative literature. As
is typical of BDSM, we have: a little introductory plot introducing our main characters (JD
and Todd), and then there’s some sex; they get to know even more about each other, and
then there’s even more explicit sex; a plot challenge to our heroes begins to develop, so
then we have more, ultra sex, fully detailed and often using exotic instruments; finally,
true romance is seeded, and their sex graduates to something permanent and ecstatic!
While this formula is readily available, our enjoyment is reliant on an author’s ability to
generate and pace the requisite intensifying shades of purple. As Ms Tortuga has been
writing this kind of material for a while, boy does she do it well. Incredibly, neither the
plot nor the sex is at the expense of the other. In addition to cleverly simulating passion
through the use of structured syntax (“Gonna. Oh fuck. Gonna.”), Ms Tortuga’s piquant
phraseology reminds us that even passion can be terrific fun to portray. Like the employee
at the deli counter, try a few slices –
Ex. 1: “Fuck it all. Todd came like a piano falling out of a three-story window.”
Ex. 2: “ ‘You’re supposed to be in my thrall.” He loved that word. ‘Thrall.’ ”
Ex. 3: “ ‘Dear Santa.’ He pinched one nipple hard. ‘Please let me get JD’s hard little nips
pierced.’ He pinched the other, twisting a bit. ‘I promise to be very good . . .’ ”
You had your taste. Now, enjoy the entire book.