Raw, gritty and scorching do-not-read-in-public-hot, at its heart, Control is a sweet romance between two damaged people. And it is filled with dirty talk.
A first-person, almost stream-of-consciousness, narrative allows the reader to form a visceral connection with Madison our (anti)heroine. Unashamed of her sexuality, but unsure of her "feelings", Madison makes mistakes, lies to herself and is possibly the worst(or best, depending on ones proclivities) boss ever. Not-quite-torn between Gabe the submissive and Andy the aggressive, Madison explores the many aspects of control: taking it, losing it, and perhaps most pivotally relinquishing it. In agonizingly, pearl-clutchingly, sordid, graphic detail. I often find menage unbelievable, but in this novel the encounters with Madison, Gabe and Andy aren't an end unto themselves, they serve as a real catalyst for character/relationship development.
More D/s than BDSM, Control focuses on the emotional impacts rather than the commercial trappings of a "lifestyle", which was refreshing. Also refreshing, a dominant woman with real sexual agency.
Control is Madison's fumbling journey towards ecstasy and the resulting Happily Ever After, stripped of saccharine, was so rewarding. I loved it.