Author: Rachel Haimowitz & Heidi Belleau
Reviewed by: Connie
Publisher: RipTide Publishing
Genre: M/M Slavery
With a wedge at last driven between Mat and Dougie Carmichael, courtesy of Nikolai Petrovic’s expert manipulations, the brothers must each accept their new path forward: Dougie, a perfect slave, sweet and obedient and loving. Mat, a tightly reined dog, snarling and snapping but never allowed to bite.
Unfortunately, no transformation, however well planned, is without its growing pains. Mat’s leash is so tight it’s choking him. Dougie is tormented by a little voice inside his head—a fragment of his former self—that he cannot silence.
And Nikolai’s most difficult tests for the brothers are still to come.
The critical question isn’t whether they can pass those tests, but whether they even want to. Without each other to lean on and live for, a bleak future has become bleaker still. But Nikolai’s too good to let his slaves slip through his fingers—by death or by despair.
A noose, a nighttime sky, a shared lover, an unexpected friend. A foreboding forest cabin. A lavish party with all the debauchery Nikolai’s clientele could want. It’s all coming in season 3 of the Flesh Cartel.
No, no, no… I refuse to believe, I refuse to have hope.
That’s what The Flesh Cartel has done to me, I don’t want to believe is happening, because I know there is going to be another twisted turn… that is only a matter of time before Nikolai shows his Fgly face and brings us, Mat & Dougie, back to the beginning.
I knew that eventually it was going to happen, this installment of The Flesh Cartel pushed my limits too much, went away and beyond my hard limits and I thought I was gonna have to put it down.
But then, like the angst junkie I am, I went back to it, pick it up, clench my teeth and took a deep breath.
I don’t want to believe but I have to. How am I supposed to not trust Matt? Strong, fearful, caring Matt. Who is trying, so hard, to understand what’s going on inside Dougie’s head. Trying so hard to put aside that gut sickening feeling and see his brother, and only his brother, not the good little slave Nikolai’s trained.
And I am secretly cheering for Dougie. Broken, fragile, submissive Dougie. All those feelings, all result of a lie. How can he feel at home with the one who rape him? Broke him? And left him to think he had no one else buy Nikolai on his side. He feels so unworthy of love, still craves every touch. He is battling with himself all the time, exhausting him, weakening him.
If I have to be honest, I am still having this physical reaction to it. Like I’m shaken. I am angry, furious even. For a book, a short book, to bring this amount of rage from within me? I only have this kind of reaction to The Flesh Cartel, so you should be proud Haimowitz & Belleau
I’ll beg for the next installment. I’ll put up with whatever you want to throw at me. If I was able to read through this one, I can take it.
I haven’t mentioned this in my last review, but please for this one, read the warnings and take them seriously. I don’t have many taboos when reading and I found them both in Trials & Erros. So read at your risk.