Blog Tour Stop: Degradation by Stylo Fantôme


Hey everyone!!
I’m so happy to be a part of the Degradation Blog Tour! I loved this book and recommended it to several of my friends!
Title: Degradation 
Author: Stylo Fantome
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Rating: 5 amazing-kinky-dirty-mouthed stars


Book Synopsis:


Eighteen year old Tatum O’Shea is a naive, shy, little rich girl. Twenty-three year old Jameson Kane is smart, seductive, and richer. They come together for one night, one explosion, one mistake, and Tate is hurled into space – no family, no money, and no Jameson.
Seven years later, life is going pretty good for Tate, when she runs into Jameson again. This time, she thinks she’s ready for him. She doesn’t have a naive bone left in her body, and she can’t even remember what shy feels like. Jameson has evolved into Satan – sharp teeth, sharper claws, and a tongue that can cut her in half. It all sounds like fun to a girl like Tate, and she is ready to play, determined to prove that she isn’t the same girl he conquered once before. A series of games start, each one more devious than the last.
But the devil likes to play dirty, and she learns that playing for souls is playing for keeps. The lines between games and reality, heaven and hell, get blurry. Can she beat Jameson at his own game before someone gets hurt? Or will he leave her soulless, making him the winner, once and for all?
WARNING: contains a wannabe B-rate porn star, an impersonal personal assistant, and the F-word, A LOT. Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes. 96,000 words.
My Review:
Are 5 stars even enough for this book?? I devoured every page of it!!! At first I thought the very first scene of the story was quite rushed, but then I realized it actually wasn’t. It was written to be just like I felt it was and it was perfect to set the tone of the story seven years later.
I didn’t expect to love this book as much as I did. I mean, from the blurb I was already interested, after all I wouldn’t be a very good kinky reader if I wasn’t interested in that:
“If you want to run, I suggest you do it now, ” he told her.
“Why?” she asked, and he leaned in close.
Because I eat girls like you for breakfast ” he hissed in her ear. She shivered again.
I didn’t expect to love it as much as I did, because I haven’t read anything by Stylo until Degradation. And let me tell you, I will follow all her releases now!  This book impressed me a lot and towards the end it completely gutted me…OMG!
I will be honest with you, there is a cliffhanger, and although at first I thought it was a pretty big cliffy (it still is a big one, but the drama queen here thought it was the end of the world because I was so invested in the story and didn’t even see it was ending…after reading the snippet of book 2 I saw it actually isn’t THAT bad), I woldn’t change it for nothing. It was perfect the way it was. Plus, how awesome is Stylo for giving us a “Mission Statement” where she promise us to never leave us hanging and that all cliffhanger sequels will be published within 16 weeks maximum of the first part. I mean, that IS awesome! Plus she gets brownie points with me for being that honest upfront!


Now…about the characters…If you like your men dirty-filthy-mouthed you HAVE to read this. And if you don’t like, you HAVE to read this book, because you WILL like Jameson.


Jameson “Satan” Kane is one of the filthiest bastards I’ve ever seen, and I love him for it! Not only because he has a very dirty mouth (*grins mischievously*), but because he is a bastard. He is a mean bastard. He is mean to our heroine, but I can’t not love him. He is totally my type of jerk LMAO.


 Our heroine, Tatum is my kind of f****ed up girl!! Their whole relationship is twisted and that’s why they work (when Jameson is behaving LOL). Their relationship is f***ed up just like they are, but the problem is that Jameson takes it to the next level of twisted by being more f***ed up than Tatum. His problem is that even though he can admit he likes her, he can’t really commit to her.  It bothered me he kept seing other people, even though it kind of turns Tatum on. She couldn’t see anybody else even though he said she could as long as it was one person at a time, never repeats of the same person. It bothered me, no matter how turned on Tatum is about it. And it didn’t really bother me because it’s cheating, it bothered me because he was using it, and Tatum’s kinky side, as a excuse not to comit.


 But even bothering me, Jameson is my kind of guy. I really loved him inspite of him breaking my heart and gutting me. This book was phenomenal, it brought so many feelings out of me and I loved every page, even the cliffhanger one! LOL
I can’t wait (and the wait won’t be long) for book 2! Jameson will need a LOT of groveling and pulling his head out of his ass for me to forgive him! And I can’t wait to see his reaction to what Tatum when through! And Tatum, hang in there girl! I know you’ll make him suffer, in the best and most pleasurable way possible!!
Jameson and Tatum are so dysfunctional it actually feels normal to me. Tatum is something Jameson only dreamed of and never found before…and before him Tatum would never know what it is that she likes. Jameson brought 18 year old Tatum a sense that she didn’t have before. She knew she wasn’t that goody girl, but because of him, she blossomed as the girl she only had the potential to be. And that’s why I root for these two! They need to find a way to meet in the middle and find each other together. It’s not enought for those two to just find themselves, they are incomplete if they’re not together. Stylo, PLEEEEASE, hurry up with book 2!!! LOL, I’m kidding. Not really. 🙂
Another character I loved is Sanders. He is the perfect friend. Not only for Tatum, that managed to conquer him as a friend, despite him being a stuffy guy, but also for Jameson, even when he doesn’t see it. I loved how honest and real Sanders were and that he, in the end, didn’t choose to kiss ass, but really chose to reamain true to himself and his friendship. His loyalty is amazing!
I gotta admit I didn’t like Aug, very much. I loved that he and Tatum could be the best fuck buddies in the world, but I see a bit of envy on him, maybe because he loves her despite keeping things light between them. So far he’s been a loyal friend (although his loyalties were a little misguided sometimes), but I want to see more of him to really make up my mind about him.
This book, despite of the mind-f***ckery and kinkiness seems to have quite a simple story. It doesn’t have a mastermind mistery or even a really big mind-f****ck. It does have a more straightfoward plot, but the characters are so complex, and so are their relationship, that it’is is difficult not to be impressed with what Stylo created.
I don’t know if I’m explaing it well, but this is the kind of story that doesn’t have a dark, heavy cloud above it, making us angry and angsty while reading it. It makes us feel it to its fulliest. It makes us feel like we’re there with the characters. This is the kind of story that just flows and when you know, you’ve reached 93% and it isn’t over and you want to scream at your iPad! LOL
This is the kind of book you never want to end, it makes you want to start it all over again! It’s gritty and the story grips you and you never want to let go!! The complexity of it is disguised as simplicity and I just LOVE that! It’s truly BRILLIANT!!!

 Bravo Ms. Fantôme!! You certainly have a fan in me!!!





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“You started these games,” Jameson reminded her. Tate hiked up her dress a little and
lifted her knee to his desk.
“I didn’t realize they’d go on for this long,” she replied, lifting her other knee. She bent 
forward and crawled across the desk towards him. He didn’t move.
“They’re going to go on for a lot longer,” he warned her. She reached out, putting her 
hand on his knee.
“For how long?” she asked as she slid her hand up his thigh, moving as slow as possible.
“However long it takes you to realize who the winner will always be.”





“Oh, you’re done. Time for good girls to go upstairs and show me how bad they can be,”



Jameson told her.



“I don’t think there’s very much that’s good about me anymore,” Tate laughed.



“I think you have no idea what bad really is.”






“There will never be a ring from Harry Winston. I will never ask you to marry me. I don’t 



want those things, I never did. I like to have fun, I like to fuck. I don’t want to put stars in your 



eyes. I’m not that guy. I’m the devil, and I don’t have any plans to change.” – Jameson





“If you want to run, I suggest you do it now,” Jameson told her.



“Why?” Tate asked, and he leaned in close.



“Because I eat girls like you for breakfast,” he hissed in her ear.






She smiled and slipped to her knees in front of him.



This, she could do. This, she was very good at.



Love, however, was a completely different story.






“What do you want, Kane?” Tate asked in a low voice. Jameson dragged his eyes away 



from her tits and stared her in the eye.



“Call me that name again, and I will punish your mouth,” he warned her. She chuckled.



“Don’t make promises you won’t keep.”



“Your life story is much shittier than mine,” Jameson told her. She glared at him.



“But probably a lot funner,” Tate countered.



“I highly doubt that. Have you ever had sex with a supermodel while sailing through the 



mediterranean on your 250 foot yacht?” he asked. She thought for a second.



“No. I gave a handjob in an Arby’s bathroom once, though. Kinda like the same thing,” 



she told him with a bright smile.



“I stand corrected. Your life leaves me in awe.”





Tate sat forward, arching her neck to look up at Jameson. He stared straight back at her, 



the fire casting shadows on one side of his face, and burning up the other side.



He looks like Satan.






She felt his teeth against her skin, fangs to her jugular, claws to her heart. He bit down, 



once. Twice. A third time, so hard, she thought he was going to take out a piece of her.



He already did that, a long time ago, baby girl.






“I have the strangest feelings about you. Like I want to take you everywhere and have you 



by my side, but I also want to hold you down. Make you beg and and cry,” Jameson told her. 



Tate kept her eyes focused on his, didn’t move a muscle.



“Sounds like a pretty good plan to me,” she whispered.




She felt her temperature soar through the roof. Jameson had an uncanny gift that made it 



impossible for Tate to be truly mad at him – the angrier she got, the more she just wanted to 



have sex with him. He was blessed that way. Or rather, she was cursed.






“I’m not going to fuck you. That would be giving you a treat. You’ve been very bad. I’m 



going to do whatever I want.” – Jameson





“Why do you like to push me?” Jameson groaned, lifting her hair so he could bite at the 



back of her neck.



“Because I like it when you push back,” Tate whispered.





We are a match made in Hell. He may be Satan, but I’m Lillith. – Tate




The whole time, he raked his nails down a path on her back. Peeling away a layer of skin, 



exposing a piece of her soul. Stealing it from her. Or just taking it back.



Houston, we have a problem.



Jameson watched her sleep for a while, his eyes wandering down the angry scratch 



marks on her back, over the bruises on the side of her neck. She let him do so many things to 



her. Eventually, Tate would want something in return, and that thought scared him.






“Men are retarded assholes. You make a bad jokeand he looks at my tits, and it’s one-

plus-one equals whore,” Tate explained, and Jameson finally laughed.



“I wish I had gone to that school.”






This was her comfort zone. Tate felt like if Jameson was nice to her, if he was sweet 



to her, she would forget what was really going on, forget her place in the grand scheme of 



things. And he was Satan, after all. He would make sure to put her back in her place. That



would be real pain, and she couldn’t handle that, not from him. Not again.



I’m losing this game.



All she could focus on was Jameson’s hand. His strong fingers, linked through hers. She 



squeezed his hand, so hard it hurt. So hard, she wouldn’t be able to let go, not ever again.



Why did everything feel so different?



Because everything is different.






“Do you think there’s something wrong with me, treating you the way I do?”



“Not necessarily. It’s consensual. Empowering.”






“Yes. You have the power to hold me down, say things, call me names. But I have the 



power to say stop. End it all. Your power is an illusion. Mine is real.”



Speaking nice to her, that was too much. Saying sweet things, even in the fucked up way 



they had, was more than Tate could handle. She hadn’t wanted to care about this man. Not at 



all. She had wanted to play with him. Turned out, he was much better at the game.



“I don’t want a nice, normal girl. I want a girl who likes to be knocked down and dragged 



around. A girl who will let me smack her around and talk dirty to her. I want a girl who will let 



me sleep with other girls, and then get so turned on by that fact, she’ll blow me while we’re 



driving down a highway doing seventy-five,” Jameson snapped.



True story.



“Sounds like a pretty hot girl,” Tate commented.



“Hottest girl I know.”





This. More than anything, Tate wanted to remember Jameson like this; she loved his 



biting words and his stinging hand, but his kiss. His kiss gave her hope.







Indie author, writing anything that pops into my head … which happens to usually be kinda crazy and a lot dirty. Working out of an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity), I have been writing since …, forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.
Yeah. I think that about sums me up

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