Bared To You by Sylvia Day

If my Brother or Dad should happen to stumble upon my blog I would kindly ask them to not read this next review. Thank you.

OK so we all read Fifty, we all know the story, its porn, literary porn. I knew after reading Fifty that as exciting as these stories are they aren't something I would waste too much time devouring, so when my friend (yes, the same girl who I am positive Fifty convinced to leave her awful marriage) recommended I read these books I thought Uh Oh here we go again.
Whilst this book is similar to Fifty in the sense that the story lines are almost identical this is a better story, the two main characters are much more realistic and easier to read, Eve Trammel has a backbone and some confidence, Gideon Cross doesn't have as many maniac control freak issues as Christian Grey.
At times this book is a little confronting, there aren't ten chapters of umming and ahhing, Gideon meets Eva and pretty much tells her straight away he wants to have hot sex with her and that's the end of that, she pretends to be offended and not interested for all of two seconds and then its on, and when I say on I do mean on!
If you really didn't like Fifty then you most likely wont like this one, all I can offer you is that it does have much better characters and the story line is slightly better. The Sex. It doesn't have any of the slightly freaky and scary sex that Fifty has but it does have amazing Sex. Why does the Sex have to have a capital letter you ask, I don't know it just feels right. The sex is what makes this book, with out this crazy sex these books wouldn't even be published so once again of you are looking for something that has an abundance of literary brilliance to it... this isn't the book for you.
On another note... why do these books have to have such cheesy awkward covers?? Honestly, there is nothing worse than trying to hide the book underneath the bread in your food shopping trolley at Cole's, desperate for the Butcher man not to look down and see you openly flaunting your Mummy Porn. Or even worse, when you go to the counter at the book store and the young pimple faced guy smirks at you and you just know what he is thinking and it can never be good, because generally the hunky sex god types of men don't work in book stores, well not my local book store anyway. So why do these books have to have such ridiculous front covers? Why? Why not spare us Mummy Porn readers from the humiliation of having to face the Butcher man or the spotty faced guys in the book store?
OK so rounding this up, I liked this book and I will read the next one when it hits the shelf's.
7/10