Published by Self-Published on July 4th 2017
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I look her body up and down as I circle her.
I smile a devious, deviant, I’m gonna make you sorry you ever started playing this game with me smile.
And then I take her hand.
I lead her to the elevator.
We go up to my apartment.
I tie her wrists together with rope.
Raise her arms above her head.
And chain her to the ceiling.
It’s my turn.
J.A. Motherfucking Huss just owned our asses and we submitted to her willingly! Hands down, best book of the series. I didn’t know if I was mad, happy, sad, excited, turned on or anything.
I start to experience an emotion and in a second it’ll be a completely different emotion. I felt like I had multiple personality disorder. Mind fucking blown!
I love Bric more than any of the others and I’m a sadist for saying that I cheered him on the whole freaking time. That ending though. Perfect.
The characters in each and one of J.A. Huss’ stories have always been the draw for me. Her characters manage to stand out above all others because they are multi-dimensional. And I thought that Ford (TAUT) would always be king of complexity but Bric? He definitely takes the cake.
In the first two books of the Turning Series, I didn’t know exactly how I felt about him. I wanted to hate him, love him, fuck him and at times just be done with him. The mind games he played against Quin and Smith and their women were malicious and I thought when he lost the game that all would end there but nope, not even close.
In fact, there is a new player in town – Nadia. Nadia portrayed this role of this unforgiving, hateful bitch but you know what? It was exactly what Bric needed. A Challenge. She matched everything Bric threw at her and pushed some more.
In some ways, they were alike but the kicker of the story was finding how very different they are and how they could make their complicated relationship work. You might wonder, Why are they so complicated in the first place? JA Huss details that perfectly. It doesn’t happen until the very end but OMG, it is worth the wait. It wasn’t anything that I expected at all.
Overall, I thought His Turn was the perfect ending to this unforgettable series or is it really the end? One-click these books, read the EOBS after His Turn and come speculate along with me.
I spend the whole day stewing about Nadia and her covert attempt to take back control. I have gone through every emotion. Anger came first. Bitch. Why is she even playing if it’s just gonna be a mind fuck?
But then I got to thinking about that. The mind fuck part. Because I’m kind of an excellent mind-fucker. I mean, shit. I went to school to be a psychiatrist. I got pretty far into it before I dropped out. I have a medical degree. I run a sex club. I’ve been playing this goddamned game for more than a decade. And even though I’ve been on a losing streak for a while now, I’m damn good. I’m due for a win. I will win this.
The key to a proper mind fuck is the element of surprise. The target thinks they’re ready for the unexpected, until they’re not.
Nadia was probably pretty pleased with herself last night. She probably ended that call with a huge smile on her face. One hundred percent satisfied.
And she’s expecting retaliation. She had to know I’d tell Jordan about it. She had to know I’d find out she never called him. She had to know I’d be pissed off today.
When I realized that… well, that’s when I calmed down and started piecing together a psychological profile on her.
Nadia Wolfe. Twenty-something. Beautiful. Talented. Ballerina. Control freak. New in town. Rising star. Player of games.
She’s so stupidly simple to figure out, I almost feel sad that she’s not more of a challenge.
I decide the ballerina aspect is my best first move. They are a different sort of person, so most of what I just described probably stems from her choice of occupation. She likes control because she’s forced herself to be in control of things to get where she is in her art.
Think about it. Ballerinas, right? They get up early to go to class or rehearsal or whatever the fuck it is they do first thing in the morning. They have to control themselves in very specific ways. They have to control their muscles, their emotions, their pain threshold, and the pleasure center in their brains. They have to psych themselves up to fit their bodies into the mold of dancer.
They have to conform in many ways. Deviation from the standard is unacceptable, even though they are expected to excel and stand out.
They must look a certain way, behave a certain way, and submit to the whims of those who control their future.
Success, therefore, is not defined by their own perceptions of themselves, but by the perceptions of others. And those perceptions are directly related to athletic skill, beauty, and youth.
It’s a trifecta of psychological disorders waiting to happen.
I’ve got you, Nadia Wolfe. I have your ticket, darling. I know what drives you now.
ALSO AVAILABLE IN THE TURNING SERIES
#1 Taking Turns
#2 Turning Back