Wuthering Nights by Emily Brontë and I. J. Miller
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Genre: Action/Adventure, Historical, Paranormal
Length: Full Length (354 pgs)
Other: BDSM, M/F, M/F/F, F/F, M/M, F/M/M, Ménage, Anal
Play, Forced Seduction, Fetish, Toys,Voyeurism, multiple partners
Rating: 5 stars
Reviewed by Thistledown
Romantics everywhere have been enthralled by Emily Bronte’s classic novel of the tragic love between beautiful, spirited Catherine Earnshaw and dark, brooding Heathcliff. The restrained desire between these two star-crossed lovers has always smoldered on the page. And now it ignites into an uncontrollable blaze. In WUTHERING NIGHTS, writer I.J. Miller reimagines this timeless story to reveal the passion between Catherine and Heathcliff–in all its forbidden glory.
Set against the stark, raw beauty of the English moors, Heathcliff, an abandoned orphan, recognizes his soulmate in wild, impulsive Catherine, the only woman who can tame his self-destructive nature. And Catherine cannot deny the all-consuming desire she feels for him, despite his low birth. Together they engage in a fiery affair–one that will possess them, enslave them, and change their destinies forever…
Enter a world that is both familiar and frightfully different from the Wuthering Heights you read in high school.
Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff are star crossed lovers doomed to collide and drift apart due to their flawed and selfish natures. In reading Wuthering Nights, I was pleasantly surprised to find the original flavor of the book had not changed, but the additional erotic content held true to the time in history and the language used. I loved Wuthering Heights in high school. I have watched the movies, sang the Kate Bush song over and over until I could recite it in my sleep and have read the book until its pages were worn and dog eared. So when I had the chance to read this new erotic version, I was mightily intrigued.
The spoiled and spirited Catherine was the girl I remembered. As I turned the pages, I had to marvel at just how seamless author I.J. Miller intertwined the erotic nature of this rewrite with the classic version of events. Cathy was a spiteful girl that sprang at bright and shiny new things like a magpie with a new coin. As she chooses Edgar over the brooding Heathcliff and tragedy takes its toll on everyone involved, I marveled at the depths of degradation that found their way into this tale, and that I was as riveted by it as I was.
Not only has I.J. Miller captured the essence of the original heartbreak of this book, he gave me many sleepless nights dreaming about Wuthering Heights and The Grange. Erotic, toe curling action interwoven with the story brought a new vibrancy to this already well loved tale and now I can’t think of one without superimposing the other. This was no meek story that snored along like some erotic classics I have read in the past. Oh no. This one will have you clutching a bottle of ice water and gasping for air. The sex scenes are scorching and offer a deeper insight into the characters and their motivations. It is raw, visceral, full of psychological elements that delve deep into the minds of the characters and make you question your own reactions to what you are reading. Simply put, this is erotica for the intellectual.
Heathcliff’s character is true to form. He is a brute, through and through. I.J. Miller takes it up a notch and makes him a complete sexual dominant with a penchant for cruelty, unrestrained manipulation and dysfunctional lust. His dalliance with Nelly was a sultry awakening. His fixation on Catherine was an epic erotic adventure filled with domination, submission and a passion that would not die. I had always wondered about the things that happened behind the scenes and this novel gives us an unflinching look into the simmering darkness that is Heathcliff.
There are some dark points in the story worth mentioning. Dungeon scenes of questionable consent could be a trigger for some readers. Degradation that goes beyond the safe, sane and consensual BDSM that we see today is part of the dark side of Heathcliff that is both reprehensible and at the same time gave me the same kind of feeling I get when I watch a particularly graphic horror movie. I can’t stop watching, but it raises the hair on my arms. *shiver* There are some anal play scenarios that involve rimming and beyond that may offend some readers.
Romantic as well as cruel, this erotic retelling of Wuthering Heights is a beautiful and scorching hot erotic novel that will haunt my dreams and have me reaching for it again and again.