Blog Tour- Carnivore - 21/4/18

Blog Tour 

CARNIVORE 

by JONATHAN LYON

On my Blog Today I have the pleasure of Sharing with you......

Carnivore 

I would like to Thank Joe at HQ Stories and Jonathan Lyon for inviting me on the Blog Tour.

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Book Information

He learnt a long time ago that nothing is as intoxicating as blood. But whether it’s his or someone else’s doesn’t matter any more. There’s a mysterious pain in every muscle of his body – and it’s got so bad that he’ll do anything to escape it.

Up to now, it’s been his secret. But it’s hard to remain invisible when you leave a trail of destruction everywhere you go. So, when he comes to the attention of one of London’s most infamous criminals, Leander decides to put his appetite for violence to the ultimate test.

Let the villain win.

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My Review 

3☆  A dark and Raw Thriller

Carnivore is a story about a young man with Fibromyalgia a debilitating invisable illness and his coping mechanism which is basically self destruct mode.

This book is aimed to shock with some gruesome and pretty graphic scenes of violence, sex, rape, prostitution and drug abuse.

The first 60 or so pages I was confused and the story is fairly disjointed and up and down. I didn't have a clue who anyone was I was basically guessing.

Leander is a dark sadistic character who feeds his pain by inflicting manipulation, sexual torment and violence on people.
He craves being in control and loves the power and buzz he gets hurting people.
His craving for drugs to hide and control his pain is very obvious right from the start when he demands heroin.

Leander is very intelligent and his love of literature and poetry shines throughout the story.

I was really looking forward to reading this book. I too live with chronic pain for last 12years I have rheumatoid arthritis.

I just found that it lacked story.
Leander is a fascinating character who has so many sides to him we never really see the real Leander. He isn't a likeable character. But he is meant to shock!

Hats off to Lyon' s for writing such a raw and graphic portrayel of chronic illness.

I completely appreciate Lyon's graphic use of sex, drugs and violence I would of just loved more  depth to the story. I wanted to know more about his life.

I do believe that some readers will absolutely love Carnivore. If you enjoy shocking, raw, Minipulative thrillers you will definitely enjoy Carnivore.

Thank you to HQ Digital for this copy which I reviewed honestly and voluntarily.

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Extract

‘What’s your fantasy?’

All sex and storytelling starts with this, of course. Sometimes the question’s self-directed, sometimes it’s only implied. But

here, obviously, I was supposed to reply ‘being dominated,’ so that’s what I said.

I was actually fantasising about eating a satsuma, slowly, slice by slice, on the edge of a rooftop, or perhaps on a hilltop, watching a building below me burn in a fire I’d started.

But this would be too long to say aloud, and probably wouldn’t arouse a man in the prime of his mid-life crisis as easily as a boy begging

for a beating.

So now that my victim thought that I was his victim, he could breathe more heavily, and began struggling to unbutton his shirt.

‘No, no you should be doing this,’ he said, fluttering his fingers. ‘I mean, undress me, boy!’

Unsuited to the dominant role, he recoiled at his own orders.

Clearly, he was a submissive – if I’d had the energy, I could’ve had him on all fours in a few minutes. But energy is not one of my vices.

‘Of course, sir,’ I said instead, my mouth twitching into a smile I had to hide by lowering my head.

Beneath his shirt was a paunch of greying hairs. As I removed the rest of his clothes, he hovered awkwardly between sitting

and standing, his hands just above my back, not yet confident enough to touch me.

‘Now, now… you!’

I took off my tracksuit – the uniform he’d requested – delivered

my finest doe-eyed simper, and knelt down. But he rejected this arrangement and instead dragged me upwards onto the bed.

‘No time for that… boy. Let’s get to the point.’

He forced my face into the pillow and I began to moan in a way that would make him hard. Perhaps he hoped I’d feel a kind of shame in this, but ‘this’ meant nothing.

‘This’ was merely boring.

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