Thursday, August 14, 2014

Blog Tour for Degradation by Stylo Fantome

TITLE: Degradation 
AUTHOR: Stylo Fantome
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Eighteen year old Tatum O'Shea is a naive, shy, little rich girl. Twenty-three year old Jameson Kane is smart, seductive, and richer. They come together for one night, one explosion, one mistake, and Tate is hurled into space – no family, no money, and no Jameson.

Seven years later, life is going pretty good for Tate, when she runs into Jameson again. This time, she thinks she's ready for him. She doesn't have a naive bone left in her body, and she can't even remember what shy feels like. Jameson has evolved into Satan – sharp teeth, sharper claws, and a tongue that can cut her in half. It all sounds like fun to a girl like Tate, and she is ready to play, determined to prove that she isn't the same girl he conquered once before. A series of games start, each one more devious than the last.

But the devil likes to play dirty, and she learns that playing for souls is playing for keeps. The lines between games and reality, heaven and hell, get blurry. Can she beat Jameson at his own game before someone gets hurt? Or will he leave her soulless, making him the winner, once and for all?

WARNING: contains a wannabe B-rate porn star, an impersonal personal assistant, and the F-word, A LOT. Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes. 96,000 words.

Review by Gia:
I loved reading Degradation.  It's a different read.  Its one of those books that you don't really know how you feel about it until it's over and then you look back at it and say wow that was a great book.
I want back and forth throughout the book liking and hating the characters.   
In the beginning of the book we go back seven years and learn about something that Tate and Jameson.   The thing they do has major ramification on Tate's life.   I was kind of angry about what had happened to Tate in the last seven years but Tate is happy with the way her life turned out.   When their paths cross again, Jameson wants Tate.  Tate and Jameson have a hot and steamy relationship.   I'm not quite sure what to call what they have,  either want to have a boyfriend girlfriend relationship.  They hook up a lot and the sex in definitely not vanilla.   Just when you think Jameson might not be the devil, he does something to prove he might just be the devil himself. 
There is a crazy cliffhanger, it leaves you wondering what will happen next.  There is a mission statement written by Stylo Fantome in the front of the book.  One of the thing Stylo promises us as readers is that she will publish cliffhanger sequels within 16 weeks of the first part.   So, at least we know we won't have to wait to long for a sequel.  
5 Amazeballs Stars!!!!




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“You started these games,” Jameson reminded her. Tate hiked up her dress a little and

lifted her knee to his desk.

“I didn't realize they'd go on for this long,” she replied, lifting her other knee. She bent 

forward and crawled across the desk towards him. He didn't move.

“They're going to go on for a lot longer,” he warned her. She reached out, putting her 

hand on his knee.

“For how long?” she asked as she slid her hand up his thigh, moving as slow as possible.

“However long it takes you to realize who the winner will always be.”

“Oh, you're done. Time for good girls to go upstairs and show me how bad they can be,”

Jameson told her.

“I don't think there's very much that's good about me anymore,” Tate laughed.

“I think you have no idea what bad really is.”

“There will never be a ring from Harry Winston. I will never ask you to marry me. I don't 

want those things, I never did. I like to have fun, I like to fuck. I don't want to put stars in your 

eyes. I'm not that guy. I'm the devil, and I don't have any plans to change.” - Jameson

“If you want to run, I suggest you do it now,” Jameson told her.

“Why?” Tate asked, and he leaned in close.

“Because I eat girls like you for breakfast,” he hissed in her ear.

She smiled and slipped to her knees in front of him.

This, she could do. This, she was very good at.

Love, however, was a completely different story.

“What do you want, Kane?” Tate asked in a low voice. Jameson dragged his eyes away 

from her tits and stared her in the eye.

“Call me that name again, and I will punish your mouth,” he warned her. She chuckled.

“Don't make promises you won't keep.”

“Your life story is much shittier than mine,” Jameson told her. She glared at him.

“But probably a lot funner,” Tate countered.

“I highly doubt that. Have you ever had sex with a supermodel while sailing through the 

mediterranean on your 250 foot yacht?” he asked. She thought for a second.

“No. I gave a handjob in an Arby's bathroom once, though. Kinda like the same thing,” 

she told him with a bright smile.

“I stand corrected. Your life leaves me in awe.”

Tate sat forward, arching her neck to look up at Jameson. He stared straight back at her, 

the fire casting shadows on one side of his face, and burning up the other side.

He looks like Satan.

She felt his teeth against her skin, fangs to her jugular, claws to her heart. He bit down, 

once. Twice. A third time, so hard, she thought he was going to take out a piece of her.

He already did that, a long time ago, baby girl.

“I have the strangest feelings about you. Like I want to take you everywhere and have you 

by my side, but I also want to hold you down. Make you beg and and cry,” Jameson told her. 

Tate kept her eyes focused on his, didn't move a muscle.

“Sounds like a pretty good plan to me,” she whispered.

She felt her temperature soar through the roof. Jameson had an uncanny gift that made it 

impossible for Tate to be truly mad at him – the angrier she got, the more she just wanted to 

have sex with him. He was blessed that way. Or rather, she was cursed.

“I'm not going to fuck you. That would be giving you a treat. You've been very bad. I'm 

going to do whatever I want.” - Jameson

“Why do you like to push me?” Jameson groaned, lifting her hair so he could bite at the 

back of her neck.

“Because I like it when you push back,” Tate whispered.

We are a match made in Hell. He may be Satan, but I'm Lillith. - Tate

The whole time, he raked his nails down a path on her back. Peeling away a layer of skin, 

exposing a piece of her soul. Stealing it from her. Or just taking it back.

Houston, we have a problem.

Jameson watched her sleep for a while, his eyes wandering down the angry scratch 

marks on her back, over the bruises on the side of her neck. She let him do so many things to 

her. Eventually, Tate would want something in return, and that thought scared him.

“Men are retarded assholes. You make a bad jokeand he looks at my tits, and it's one-
plus-one equals whore,” Tate explained, and Jameson finally laughed.

“I wish I had gone to that school.”

This was her comfort zone. Tate felt like if Jameson was nice to her, if he was sweet 

to her, she would forget what was really going on, forget her place in the grand scheme of 

things. And he was Satan, after all. He would make sure to put her back in her place. That

would be real pain, and she couldn't handle that, not from him. Not again.

I'm losing this game.

All she could focus on was Jameson's hand. His strong fingers, linked through hers. She 

squeezed his hand, so hard it hurt. So hard, she wouldn't be able to let go, not ever again.

Why did everything feel so different?

Because everything is different.

“Do you think there's something wrong with me, treating you the way I do?”

“Not necessarily. It's consensual. Empowering.”


“Yes. You have the power to hold me down, say things, call me names. But I have the 

power to say stop. End it all. Your power is an illusion. Mine is real.”

Speaking nice to her, that was too much. Saying sweet things, even in the fucked up way 

they had, was more than Tate could handle. She hadn't wanted to care about this man. Not at 

all. She had wanted to play with him. Turned out, he was much better at the game.

“I don't want a nice, normal girl. I want a girl who likes to be knocked down and dragged 

around. A girl who will let me smack her around and talk dirty to her. I want a girl who will let 

me sleep with other girls, and then get so turned on by that fact, she'll blow me while we're 

driving down a highway doing seventy-five,” Jameson snapped.

True story.

“Sounds like a pretty hot girl,” Tate commented.

“Hottest girl I know.”

This. More than anything, Tate wanted to remember Jameson like this; she loved his 

biting words and his stinging hand, but his kiss. His kiss gave her hope.



Indie author, writing anything that pops into my head ... which happens to usually be kinda crazy and a lot dirty. Working out of an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity), I have been writing since ..., forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up

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1 comment:

  1. Thank you so much for participating in my first ever blog tour! And for reviewing! :D