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Kitty Thomas - Comfort Food Emily Vargas has been taken captive. As part of his conditioning methods, her captor refuses to speak to her, knowing how much. Emily Vargas has been taken captive. As part of his conditioning methods, her captor refuses to speak to her, knowing how much she craves human contact. Told in the first person from Emily's perspective, Comfort Food explores what happens when all expectations of pleasure and pain are turned upside down.

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Acknowledgments Thank you to the people who supported and helped bring Comfort Food into existence. K: for offering critique, feedback. Comfort Food by Kitty Thomas. Comfort Food. terney.info Comfort Food ebook pdf epub djvu mobi rar. Comfort Food pdf epub djvu free. Comfort Food: A Novel by Kitty Thomas Publisher: Burlesque Press Date: Format: pdf,rtf,epub,lit,lrf,mobi,fb3,pdb Language: English.

Not in United States? Choose your country's store to see books available for download. See if you have enough points for this item. Sign in. Emily Vargas has been taken captive. As part of his conditioning methods, her captor refuses to speak to her, knowing how much she craves human contact. He's far too beautiful to be a monster. Combined with his lack of violence toward her, this has her walking a fine line at the edge of sanity.

No one in the south is. The door creaked open then, exactly like doors do in scary movies. At least now I knew what kind of story I was in, no sense fooling myself about it. The sound of his boots echoed eerily loud on the concrete floor as he approached me.

He stopped maybe a couple of feet away as the silence stretched on for a small eternity. Finally, I felt compelled to speak. I sounded weak. If these were to be my last words, they felt like stupid and unimportant ones, but I had to know. Why had he taken me?

Did I send out a vibe or was he just obsessed? Was there something about me that screamed Victim? It had been ridiculously easy for him to take me. Then again, maybe Iwas being all wrong-headed in assuming right from the start my captor was male.

Theoretically, it could just as easily have been a woman. Somebody jealous of my professional success. Someone who hated me for some imaginary reason, like that her husband thought I was pretty or something. There was always that one-in-a-million reason for some woman to go apeshit psycho on you.

There is a very small percentage of men who choose to perpetrate violence against women, despite the ease with which they can do it. Those that do, though, probably do so not because most men are violent towards women, but that they could be, if they wanted to. This knowledge sets up a kind of helpless rage in some women. I was carrying on this internal monologue in my head because I was afraid I might say something that would get me killed. Or worse. It was naive, but I wanted to believe I could somehow alter the course of events here by saying the right thing.

My words, the thing that had made me so compelling to people, were more useless than I wanted to admit. My only weapon had the efficacy of a squirt gun. I could feel the heavy lump forming in my throat as he stepped closer. It pissed me off that he held my life in his hands, and yet he might be amused with me.

Why are you doing this? I wanted to conserve my energy for my one possible moment of escape. He had to. This man, however, seemed to be capitalizing on the terror of uncertainty. After all, if he spoke to me perhaps there was something human in there, something I could reason with, some tiny, frail hope I could bargain somehow.

A large, cool hand rested softly against my cheek. There was no violence or threat in the way he touched me. Still, it was a threat to me. It said, I have no problems breaching your personal bubble or touching you at any time. His hand remained pressed solidly against the side of my face like that for a couple of minutes at least as my heart continued to hammer in my chest.

That huge, strong hand. He could easily beat me to death with it, or he could be gentle. Although at this point, even gentle was an act of violence. With violence I could have the appropriate socially-approved victim response.

I knew from experience anything else could produce a very different physical reaction. He was cute and had that edge of danger that girls of that age are so fond of.

Though in hindsight, the idea that some deity could be bothered to punish any one individual for what they chose to do with their clothes off, seems stupid at best. We were in his room; his parents were downstairs. The sounds of the nightly news drifted up to the bedroom.

Comfort Food

I was lying there, my pants forgotten on the floor, though Iwas still wearing a shirt. He wanted to go down on me. Yes, this was how empty my education in sexually transmitted diseases had been in the abstinence climate. He buried his head between my legs, slowly laving the bundle of nerves there.

Somehow it was worse knowing I could have stopped him. It was one violation or another. Now, what do you say?

It had never previously been applied to anything sexual. The words had slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them, and on some level they were true. He and I never talked about the incident after that, and he never directly forced me again.

He never had to. The entire sordid event from start to finish. The juxtaposition of fear and helplessness, set up next to complete pleasure and eventual surrender. It was several years before Imentioned it to a friend. Something was different in the way I was wired and that, perhaps, was the only thing that had saved me.

Because Isometimes still touched myself thinking about it. His heavy weight fell into it, and he placed something on a table. My breath hitched. Moments later, a spoon was prodding at my lips. I opened my mouth, and warm chicken noodle soup slid down my throat.

Comfort food. Oh, sweet irony. Why would he? Drugging had been a convenience of transport. He had me where he wanted me, no doubt in some eerie sound-proofed basement cell. I heard him crumble crackers into the soup before feeding me another bite. Intense fear tends to shut down the hunger response. After the second bite, his hand gently fondled one of my breasts through my clothing.

I stiffened and flinched away. He simply placed the bowl back on the table and got up. So this was the game he was playing? Those things could still be on the menu. It was early yet. Hated myself enough that had my hands been free and a razor been nearby, I might have pressed the blade into my skin and bled out right there in front of him.

In turn, he would show a small kindness here or there to gain my total dependence on him And voila. His footsteps stopped, and I heard him turn, still as silent as ever. After a moment, he returned and sat back down in the chair. I was trying not to hyperventilate. This was how our agreement began. He never said a word, never made any kind of verbal threat.

It was a tacit agreement. I would give him what he wanted, or else. Right now the bargaining chip on the table was food. I was still arguing with myself over that one, berating myself for not being stronger, not holding out longer. Having my breast fondled was a small price to pay to eat. The spoon prodded at my mouth again and I opened up for the warm liquid. The oval-shaped Townhouse kind. The kind I liked.

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Did he know this particular food somehow idiotically made me feel safe? An amazing job! I read a lot and there are only very few books that stand out, where I will remember title, author and plot for years.

The biggest compliment I can make is that this is one of those books. I really would like to revisit Master and Emily and see if their relationship has developed and they have a "happy" ever after - but maybe that would lessen the impact of this story?

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It was so painful reading about Emily trying to find her place in "the world outside" and I could feel her pain and when she gave the edited journal to the psychiatrist that was fascinating. Excellent book with really compelling writing and great characters. It was chilling to see how methodically Master molded Emily, every single step. It was fascinating. But what really impressed me most was the sense that it was all psychological. Emily knew it. Master knew it. From beginning to end, I sensed the psychology behind everything, which to me brought this short book to another level.

I really enjoyed it because of that, and I look forward to reading more from this author. I was very impressed with the character development of Emily; her insight into her own plight is fascinating to be a part of. Thomas accurately captured the eroticism in submission and masochism.

I hope to read more by this author. I've read a few fanfiction stories that had the bare basics of BDSM, but this is another thing entirely. The writing style is engrossing and hypnotic, I started reading the preview on the recommendation of a friend and bought and finished it straight away. If it was on paper I would say it was un-put-down-able. I kept expecting myself to hate him.

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Everything I know in my life, the way I live it, says that I should be outraged or disgusted that he could treat someone this way, but it never happened. I had more disgust for her family than for Master, in a way that scares me because I don't know what that says about me. Despite the fact that this is not my normal genre - I would recommend this book to anyone, everyone.

Some will have different reactions than others, some may even hate it, but there is no denying it's a well spun tale and Kitty is a fantastic writer. Do yourself a favor and read it. Every page captivated me. While this is not a genre or subject matter I tend to be drawn to, this book called to me and I am glad I listened. Trinity Marlow reviewed on on Aug. Through Emily's eyes, Kitty Thomas leads us on an emotional first-hand account of what it's like to be forced into what amounts to sexual slavery.

But it's not only that — it's also the journey of a woman who knows she's being mentally trained and conditioned to accept her new position even as everything in her tells her to fight against it. She's fully aware of what's happening, but powerless to stop it, and I think most readers will be equally disturbed and fascinated by her plight.

Master is a man who merely wants to own Yet unlike so many of these stories, he doesn't actively seek to cause pain, but rather adheres to his own strict rules of conduct and self-control even while breaking Emily, making him one of the most enigmatic and benevolent captors I've ever read. It's a haunting work, and yet beautiful in the bond that grows between the Master and his prey.

I think anyone who enjoys this genre will appreciate the fine craftsmanship that went into these characters and the situation itself, and I'll be looking forward to more of the same from Thomas in the future. Had this book not been highly recommended by several other bloggers, I would have never read it.

Comfort Food is a twisted tale that had me seriously weirded out. Even though I didn't like what was going on in the story, it was told in such a way that held my attention from start to finish.

Seriously, I did not know what to think. The book started out with a simple kidnapping but quickly turned into a master and slave situation. At that point, I knew the ending wouldn't be good, but I still wanted to find out who this crazy guy was and what he wanted. Apparently being rich and handsome doesn't keep you from being very, very crazy.

When I thought things couldn't get any worse, the story got darker and darker. Some of the things that happened in the book, I cringed at. I didn't know whether to feel sorry for Emily or be happy for her. For her to have been a self help guru, she broke pretty quickly and was gone from there. She was a survivor, but a weak one. The ending of the book is what really messed me up.

I started reading this book knowing that it was a far cry from my usual romantic titles, but I did secretly want these two crazies to be together. I always want an HEA and I was convinced that Emily was going to get hers, just not the one she insisted on having.

Comfort Food raped my mind. I feel totally violated. The shock of this story has not worn off yet. The sad part about it is that I loved every minute of it. If you are looking for something dark and erotic, this book is for you. But if you are not a fan of bondage and control, I think you need to pass on this one.

I devoured this book in one sitting, page after page after page. Comfort Foods was so good, it made my " Favorite Reads" list, which only includes three books at the moment. My biggest disappointment about the entire experience was reaching the end and finding Kitty Thomas has yet to publish another book.

Please Ms. I must say I was a little hesitant to read this but I had heard such great things about this book. It is very graphic in bdsm not the sex and takes a much stronger bdsm theme than I have read before.

There were parts of this book I liked and parts that I really didn't like. Overall I think it was a good read but not for everyone. What I liked was the quick way we got to know the heroine and how she thinks and feels. I really could see myself as the heroine and feel how she felt.

She was a well rounded character with flaws and not perfect or too stupid to be believed. The way she changes her thinking from being the victim to being a willing participant was heart wrenching because I knew what the man was doing and knew there was only one way it could go. He did seem like someone I could meet in my real life and maybe that is why I didn't care for him. The ending was believable for the heroine even though I didn't agree with it.

What I didn't like was the extreme nature of this story. It really disturbed me alot and toward the end it was really chilling how the man was so uncaring that he was doing something wrong and to me a not healthy relationship.

Maybe it is because I don't understand this lifestyle but most stories I have read with BDSM the two main characters are still loving and have healthy relationship skills. Overall the writing was good but to much of the story I didn't care for which is the reason I gave it a lower rating than most. I do think the story is different than most but I just didn't think it was what I think of a 5 star rating. This is in no way, shape or form a mainstream erotica and a one-of-a-kind story I feel will fascinate many avid readers of this genre.

Yes there is no traditional romance. Yes there are actions and decisions that challenge the very moral foundation of our society. And yes, this erotic story has a darker, gritty tone that will push the envelope.

Kitty Thomas gave me an emotionally stellar read where both Master and Emily Vargas are mesmerizing characters and their synergy struck a very elemental cord with me. I wanted to know what made them tick, why they chose certain actions or made certain decisions and gradually I witnessed the blooming of something more, something that was so elemental, undeniable and real, I was left stunned by the end. Emily Vargas is on the top of the world in her career as an author of self-help books.

She is an attractive, confident and self-sufficient woman of her time who lives her life according to her rules. She never thought it possible for someone to kidnap her, she never let her drinks unattended, and still, she finds herself in a situation where she is confronted with a darker part of herself.

The male opponent of Emily, who never receives any other name then Master, is very detailed and meticulous in his actions. Though the interaction comes from Emily his presence is such a force within the story told.

Without little to none dialogue coming from him or POV given by the author his personality is very well fleshed out. Expression of body language, the look in his eyes or simple gestures were all the communicative skills he needed to make himself understood.

Comfort Food revolves around two characters in an extraordinary situation.

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