Title: Being Amber
Jaci Harmon was born a Sapphire, but after she’s summoned to receive her final designation, the testing reveals she carries a gene slated for eradication. Within a day, she’s sterilized and dumped in the Amber Zone, where the damaged are corralled away from the rest of New Atlanta. Scared and alone, Jaci would rather die than face her future as an Amber.
Born in the Amber Zone, Xander Dimos is a product of a lifetime spent under the oppression of the Repopulation Laws. Decades of suffering have taught the Ambers to make the zone a place where touch, sex, and unconditional acceptance ease the pain of their fate. Jaci has a lot to learn about her new home, and it’s Xanderís responsibility to guide her through the differences and the dangers safely.
With the simmering undercurrents of sexual chemistry growing between them, and in the midst of discovering the Gov’s true motives, Jaci and Xander must overcome his secret and accept their love as undeniable...even if the time allotted to share it is short.
CONTENT WARNING: This title contains explicit sex, graphic language, ménage a trios, use of sex toys, and anal sex.
Author: Sylvia Ryan
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Friday Afternoon, Being Sapphire, Being Emerald
Series: New Atlanta
Other books in this series that we've reviewed: Being Sapphire, Being Emerald
Published by Lyrical Press Source: Author
Published: April 1, 2013
Genres: Erotic Sci Fi Romance
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It’s not often I encounter a book that takes me a few days to write a review for. However, I finished Being Amber three days ago and I’m just now sitting down to put my thoughts to paper. Don’t get me wrong, I think Being Amber is the best book I have read in months. Author Sylvia Ryan has done an excellent job explaining this Dystopian society. The depth of the characters was incredible. What Jaci had to endure, being ripped from all she knew and sterilized without a choice had me in tears. How Xander understands her needs, and cares for her selflessly astounds me. OK there is explicit sex, similar to content on websites like watch my girlfriend xxx and yes there is M/F/M and BDSM, but in a society of the unwanted, sexual encounters are not for self-gratification but instead as a way to ease pain.
The possibly that this could be a future we are destined to exist in is why I find myself reflecting on this story. Never has a book moved me so much that I had to pause and consider could I live in a society such as this. If it wasn’t for the explicit sex I would say this would be excellent high school reading along the lines of Orwell and Golding. I doubt that was the intent of the author but each person take away from a story what moves them the most.
Being Amber was my first foray in reading Dystopia story and I was not disappointed. A job very well done Ms Sylvia Ryan. I applaud you and look forward to reading the next more from you.
I was provided a copy of the book for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review in any way and the opinions of this review are all mine.
About the Author:
As an avid reader, I’m always on the hunt for that next amazing story. Those unforgettable books with the perfect balance of action and passion are hard to find and even harder to write. My hope is that Being Amber has given readers a few hours of happiness while they savor the gradual discovery of each character and how their story unfolds. I usually fall in love with the hero and heroine in the books I write by the time I’ve written the last page. If I’ve done my job well, you’ve fallen in love, too. So many times I find myself not wanting a book to end. I crave more of the story, wanting to know what happens after the happily ever after. If you’re like me and want to read more about Xander and Jaci, the epilogue to Being Amber is posted on my website at www.RyanBooks.net. Stop in and find out how their story ultimately ends before moving on to Jordan’s story in Being Sapphire. And from the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading.
“Why didn’t you just let me die?” she whispered.
“Because you’re mine to take care of now.” He leaned in close so that his lips were brushing her ear. “It’s okay to stumble and fall. I’ll be here to catch you. I’ll take care of you Jaci, I promise.”
Xander squeezed the words out through a tight throat and then sat on the edge of the bed. He settled her in his lap and tucked her into him, wrapping his arms around her to keep her warm and let her know she was safe. After a few beats of stillness, Jaci started shaking her head. Almost imperceptibly at first, but within seconds, a sob escaped her. “I don’t want this. Let me die next time,” she cried. “Please. Please,” she sobbed. “I don’t want to feel like this. I don’t want to feel it anymore.”
“That’s enough,” Xander growled. “I don’t want to hear any more of this. I’m going to take care of you, Jaci. I’ll help you chase the pain away. We’ll do it together.”
Romance vs. Erotica
Is there really that much difference anymore?
I’m a published author of erotica and even to me, the lines have blurred. My initial foray into this murky grey area was a Lora Leigh book I’d checked out of my local library almost a decade ago. I have to admit, the first time I ran across the “crude” words for anatomy and the detailed use of toys, I was both shocked…and hooked.
No, this was not the typical romance novel a la Danielle Steel of my mother’s generation. I couldn’t put it down, and I’ve never wanted to go back to the purple prose and the suggestion of hot sex instead of the blow by blow of the encounter. As long as there’s a good plot and character development, which isn’t hard to find anymore, I’ll choose erotica every time. To me, it’s more realistic and raw.
These days, many of the so called mainstream, big name published ‘romance’ authors are just as erotic as many who’ve been labeled strictly as erotic authors. So, I have to ask. Is there really that much difference anymore? And where is the line between mainstream romance and erotica? Because I’m having trouble finding it.