Review: The Last Girl by Kitty Thomas

Posted April 26, 2012 by Shari in Book Tour, Excerpt, Reviews / 1 Comment

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I received this book for free from Book Tour Provided in exchange for an honest review.
This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

Review: The Last Girl by Kitty Thomas
The Last Girl

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Genres: Dark Erotica, Paranormal Romance
Source: Book Tour Provided
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The Last Girl is a dark look into a relationship that is not the normal vanilla relationship and definitely darker than you average D/s relationship. Please note this is a work of fiction and while there is a lot of non-consensual acts, it isn’t totally non-consensual.

Christian has been around for a long time. Owning human pets is nothing new to him, but he also knows they don’t last long so he tries to give them up. When he and his friends break into a house, he knows Juliette is hiding in her closet. He is drawn there to her, but he never lets her look upon his face. Leaving, he allows her to grow up, but never to love another man physically or emotionally, constantly watching over her.

After the night of the break in, Juliette has know a disquiet in her soul that something is not right. She is still a virgin, both from not finding someone she really wants and also because something happens when it does get that far. She can’t sleep at night, haunted by nightmares of Christian that are also erotic. Her parents have since divorced and her mother owns a bakery where Juliette goes to mix unique colors of icing for her cookies. She’s in college, but nothing seems to satisfy her.

Christian finally decides it is time to make her his pet and where it gets so dark and confusing. Christian is brutally honest with Juliette. He will take care of her, but she will do things his way or experience agonizing pain and even death. He picks only the finest things for her, but he does this to prolong her life, knowing that what he intends to do will eventually kill her. She tries to escape once and you learn just how far he will go. He warns her that she doesn’t want him to fall in love with her because that can only mean more pain and a horrible death. While I didn’t want to like Christian and really I didn’t, I was drawn to his dark side. Like a car crash, I could not look away at what he put Juliette through.

Juliette on the other hand left me with mixed emotions, while she was probably extremely honest with her emotions. She wanted to be kidnapped by Christian, but it was a deep dark emotion she was unwilling to admit too. At one point she admits she is falling under Christian’s spell and accepting everything he wants to make him happy. She fights herself and weakly fights her situation in the beginning. As time passes she grows to accept things and even grow to have emotions for Christian beyond captor.

The ending blew me away, but after reading it, really it was the only way to end it.

While it was a well written book, do not confuse this with the normal stream of erotica or BDSM books. It is dark and deeper than anything I have read, that drew me into thinking about it more than just experiencing it. You can’t just read and enjoy without analyzing your own emotions on what happened.


The Last Girl

Six years ago strangers broke into Juliette’s house; she was home alone and only thirteen. She kept her eyes closed, praying that if she didn’t see anything, she wouldn’t be killed. No one harmed her. In fact, one of the thieves protected her. Now Juliette’s dreams are haunted by him.

Christian has waited to take her, resisting the urge each night. It always ends badly with human pets. They’re too fragile. The longer he can wait, the better, because the moment he takes her, the clock on her life starts ticking down.

Then she’ll be gone forever.

This is a work of fiction, and the author does not endorse or condone any behavior done to another human being without their consent.

Warning: This book is meant for a mature audience and contains master/slave, group sexual activity, sadomasochism, girl-on-girl, oral and anal play, exhibitionism, blood play, edge play, as well as one other thing I’m not warning you about because it would be a spoiler… but it’s not a big taboo.

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The Last Girl excerpt used with permission, copyright 2012 Kitty Thomas

I feel absurd being a nineteen-year-old virgin, a fossil from another time. Part of me is just glad to do the deed and get the fucking thing over. I feel like I’ve got a white V emblazoned on me, or as if I give off some type of scent. I don’t like the idea that something that should be private feels as if it’s somehow being broadcast.

I open the door a little bleary-eyed, my hair still mussed from oversleeping.

“Did I wake you?”

He’s got this stupid grin on his face. And flowers. I want to smack him. I know this is all because I’ve decided to give in and put out after three months of dating. I feel like I should love him if I’m going to do this.

I run my hands self-consciously through my hair.

“You look great,” he says, holding out the flowers.

No I don’t. I know it. He knows it. He’s just so happy to be getting laid tonight that he’s seeing me through horny-guy glasses. I’m still too sleepy to be annoyed.

I put the flowers in a glass of water and slip some flip flops on. It’s Southern Florida. Flip flops are a year-round joy here.

He’s got something romantic planned at the beach. Black cloth goes over my eyes as we get out of the car—a blindfold. I almost panic, but then I realize if I make a fuss, it will invite questions I can never answer. So I smile shakily and allow him to lead me down to the beach. My flip flops are still in the car. I breathe slowly in and out, listening to the waves crash against the shore, inhaling the crisp, salty scent of the sea, feeling the instability of sand collapsing beneath my feet.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back. I’ve got to get a couple of things.”

I try not to be in that dark closet. I try, but I can’t help it. I’m there again, my eyes squeezed tightly shut, silently begging not to be found, not to be killed. A hand is on my arm again, leading me away and I come out of the fog, remembering I’m here with Devon. Everything’s okay.

“Where are we going?”


My heart starts to hammer faster in my chest. Then it pounds and vibrates in my head. My entire being is one rapidly thudding heartbeat with no slowdown in sight. Something is wrong here, but I can’t make myself remove the cloth from my eyes.

You’re being ridiculous. It’s just Devon. He has a surprise. 

I find myself in the passenger seat of a car. It’s not Devon’s car. I just know. Even blindfolded I know. This is the point where I should rip the scrap of fabric off and run. There is no evidence this person has a weapon, and he or she hasn’t spoken to me yet. But before my hands can move to the blindfold, the driver’s side door is shut and the car has started.

It’s so fast, I assume there must be more than one person involved. Tears gather and absorb into the thick cloth covering my eyes. Terror freezes me, keeping me from taking off the blindfold, from trying to leap out of the car that’s moving too fast now anyway. I’m suddenly thirteen again. The dream is real, and I believe that if I don’t see them, they won’t kill me.

I’m silent and they are silent. The only sound is the wheels scraping against the rough road and the occasional bump. My tears are coming harder now. Why can’t I fight back? Scream? Beg? Try to escape? Just take the fucking blindfold off! But I can’t do it. I may as well be tied up because I’m so scared I don’t know what to do or what to think.

A little while passes and the car stops. Again, too fast for me to react, my door is open and someone is helping me out. How many are there?

I cringe away but find my feet moving in the direction I’m being led. “Don’t hurt me. Please.”

Then I feel stupid. What if it’s Devon? What if this is part of some stupid frat thing he’s gotten himself into? It would be just like him to combine my deflowering with a secret frat party or something.

I expect someone to start giggling or say I’m a spaz, but fingers gently grasps my wrist, lifting my hand. I feel the planes of his face as he guides me to see him. I shake my head in disbelief.


I was good. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t tell anyone anything. This can’t happen. I did what I was supposed to do. But it’s him. It’s my nightmare.

“I missed you, Juliette.”


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Kitty Thomas

Kitty Thomas writes dark literary fiction that explores power dynamics and sexuality (back in the olden days people called it erotica). This work is fiction and meant for an adult audience. The author does not endorse or condone any of the behavior carried out by characters in her stories.

Her work is not “erotic romance”. Often on some level it is about love and/or obsession. Often the couple in some way ends up “together”, but the work should not be expected to follow the conventions of any type of genre romance, erotic or otherwise. If you are looking for genre romance (erotic or otherwise), please read a different author. Erotic romance is “more explicit romance”. This is something different.

Inspiration for Kitty’s work comes from many sources including Story of O, Nine and a Half Weeks, and the work of Claudia D. Christian.

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Shari is the Delighted Reader. Married to her Prince Charming and mother to two Princesses and one Prince. When she is not slaving away as Cinderella she loves to get lost in the pages of a good book. Never without a reading device and a few good paperback books, because she never knows when she might get 5 minutes to read!

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Just by reading the blurb and review, I can see why this one comes with a warning label. This sounds like the kind of story that stays with you for a while.

Thanks for sharing your review!