London, midsummer night. Jane and Bill meet the mysterious Lilah in a bar. She entrances the couple with half-true, mixed up tales about her life. At closing time, Jane makes an impulsive decision to invite Lilah back to their home. But Jane has made a catastrophic error of judgement, for Lilah is a skilled and ruthless predator, the likes of which few encounter in a lifetime. Isolated and cursed, Jane and Bill are forced to fight for each other, and, in doing so, discover their covert desires.
Part psychological thriller, part contemporary magical realism, The Tryst revisits the tale of Adam's first wife, Lilith, to examine the secrets of an everyday marriage.
What makes The Tryst an unexploded virus isn't just the quality and brightness of Roffey's writing on sex, even as it uncovers inner glades between flesh and fantasy where sex resides - but the taunting clarity of why those glades stay covered. A throbbing Homewrecker of a tale, too late to call Fifty Shades of Red. DBC Pierre, Booker Prize winner, 2013.
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(Dodo Ink, 26 June 2017, 192 pages, ebook, bought from @AmazonKindle)
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I'm a huge fan of Roffey. Erotica is not my thing so despite the subject matter of the book I let my fangirl admiration persuade me to buy a copy. I won't be fooled again. I have nothing good to say about this book. I'm sorry but it was a piece of crap. Erotica alone is not enough to sustain a book and it certainly doesn't here. Judging by the blurb, I thought this would have a bit more story and Lilah would be a sort of succubus or demon. Unfortunately, there is a lot of repetition in the book and I got tired of the weird, almost constant sex scenes. Roffey's writing style is good but there is absolutely no story here. This was nonsense and a total waste of money!
