Review: Pleasure Cocktail
Rating: 5 out of 5
Date: 10 16, 2013
When Hemingway wrote about the bullfights in Andalucía, you could taste the grit and dust, feel the heat and chill of the sol y sombra, sense the coppery tang of blood as the matador elegantly performed the coup de grce. It is called authenticity. Hemingway went. He saw. He felt. He knew. He wrote.A young model slinks up the catwalk under low lights in high heels and little else. How does she feel? She feels sexual, erotic, the embodiment of youth, beauty and sensuality. Her skin glistens. Her pulse races. Her breasts throb with the beat of her heart. The adrenaline zips through her perfectly toned body and she knows she won’t be getting any sleep that night. She doesn’t want to get any sleep that night.I know this because I have read Cult of Beauty, and what I felt as I slipped hurriedly, compulsively, through the pages was that thing: authenticity. Author K M Dylan was an international model. She has, to borrow the phrase, been there, done it all, seen it all – and survived to tell the tale in prose as elegant as that Andaluz torero.The Lotus continues Katie Wolfer’s story, a tale of big money, battles with her step-sister, a secret project and sex. A lot of sex deliciously painted as if by Picasso with bold flourishing strokes and every color on the palette. Katie is beautiful – modeled, I’m sure, on K(atie) M Dylan – and beauty, she has come to realize, is as much a burden as a gift. Men are drawn to her and she swats them away like flies, well, not always, all except Victor de Goncourt – aristocrat, filthy rich, a polo player, as bold and sleek as a '65 Mustang, as wild and endurable as she is.Now, there’s a business proposal: The Lotus. Something of a secret. Big money – K M Dylan think in billions, it’s her nature, and a new world of even greater temptation. For those who have read Cult of Beauty: The Confessions of a Supermodel, the erotica quotient in The Lotus has stepped up a couple of gears. For those who haven’t, I suggest you fill this gaping lacuna on your bookshelves.