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Title: Memoirs of a Triangle
Author: Christine Twigg
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: February 4, 2019
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Female, Female/Female
Length: 73300
Genre: Historical, LGBT, Historical, ménage, hypnosis, therapy, love triangle, Boston, family drama

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Synopsis

When Edith instigates a new game with her two best friends, May and Peter, on a warm spring day in 1869, she ignites sexual awakenings that will influence and shape the rest of their lives.

Although Edith lusts for Peter, she is aware that May’s desires are directed toward her, and when their triangular involvement begins to splinter, she leaves her two best friends to begin a career in Boston.

However, even after choosing what they thought was the more stable path, they learn that the past is not so easily left behind.

On their separate, yet connected paths, they find themselves drawn together, experiencing eroticism, love, confusion, trust, and grief throughout the course of their lives.

Excerpt

Memoirs of a Triangle
Christine Twigg © 2019
All Rights Reserved

Boston, 1942

Seated in Ella’s suite at the Statler Hotel, Jeremy Harris looked at the yellowed papers Ella had put in his hand. A few moments later, he was leaning forward in his chair, completely absorbed. After several minutes, he set the pages down and looked at Ella questioningly.

“Is this what it appears to be?” he asked.

Ella nodded, sliding the remainder of the aged and stained papers over to him.

“I had a phone call from a Mr. Thomas Benson last week. He recently purchased Edie’s Fine and Rare Books, my mother’s old bookstore?” She paused, looking at him with raised brows to make sure he was following, and then continued, “Mother sold the business to her apprentice long ago, but apparently she retained ownership of the building. The last owner died, and it’s been untouched until now. Most of the inventory had been removed, but my mother’s office was exactly as it was when she was there. It was like a trip back in time, Jeremy,” she almost whispered.

“Mr. Benson tracked me down as the only person with rights to the contents. I came down the day after the call and I’ve been there all weekend. I found this file in the bottom of a drawer in my mom’s old desk. I almost threw it on the pile of trash, but something made me stop and read that first page…”

“I remember the bookstore,” Jeremy said wistfully, feeling the tug of something long forgotten. Aunt Edie, as he’d always known her, had taken him and Ella there many times when they were young children. “Just thinking of it now, I can remember the way it smelled: dusty and warm like all those old books, mingled with the scent of beeswax she used to polish the shelves.”

He looked into the past as he remembered the pile of large, worn cushions that sat on the floor near the front of the store. He smelled the warmth of books heated by the trapped sun and heard the ping of flies hitting the front windowpane. His eyes began to close as he heard the echo of the soft flutter of turning pages.

Ella had found a rough manuscript, written by her mother, Edith, with a prologue written by May, the woman who had given birth to Jeremy. Never really knowing what to call her, he had simply continued to think of her as Princess Maybelline.

The manuscript appeared to be the beginning chapters of a book about the somewhat shocking love affair Edith had had with Jeremy’s parents when they were in their late teens.

Ella had also found a package Jeremy’s mother, Eve, had sent to Edith after May died, containing May’s journals, a beautiful emerald pendant, and a few small paintings. She pulled two paintings out of a large, dog-eared envelope and gently nudged Jeremy with her bare foot, rousing him somewhat from his pleasant reverie. She used the same foot to slide a box over next to his chair.

Jeremy took the paintings in his hands, studying them. Tentatively, he ran his forefinger across the grooves of colorful, thick, oil paint. Tears began forming in his eyes, causing the colors to blur even more abstractedly. This was his real mother, the woman he’d heard fairy tales about as a small boy, come to life. He saw the worn journals, stacked neatly in the bottom of the box, and he felt the pull of a history that had shadowed him his whole life.

Ella saw he was overcome. She leaned in and put her hand on his shoulder and said, “Oh Jeremy… I’m sorry… She seems to have been a special woman.”

He picked up the pages again and continued to read…

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Chris Twigg lives near the shores of northern Lake Michigan. She is a healer, hypnotherapist and writer, along with being a mother, wife, and friend. She is an advocate of truth, honesty, and reason and believes in speaking her mind. Travel, good stories, nature and solitude fill her soul; feminism, politics, and equality fuel her fire.

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Review: Enjoy the Dance (Dancing #2) by Heidi Cullinan

Dance with your heart, and love will follow.

Kindergarten teacher Spenser Harris has carved a quiet, stable future out of his tumultuous past, but his world turns upside down the night a homeless teen appears on his doorstep—a boy whose story mirrors the one Spenser has worked so hard to overcome. The decision to shelter Duon is easy. What’s tricky is juggling the network of caregivers in Duon’s life, especially Tomás Jimenez.

Tomás wouldn’t have hesitated to take Duon in, but his plate is already full working three jobs to support his family. Though Spenser’s carefully constructed walls are clearly designed to keep the world at bay, Tomás pushes past Spenser’s defenses, determined to ensure the man is worthy of his charge. As the two of them grow closer, Tomás dares to dream of a life beyond his responsibilities, and Spenser begins to believe he might finally find a home of his own after all.

But Spenser and Tomás’s world is poised to crash around their ears. Duon’s grandmother isn’t sure she wants him to be raised by a gay man and challenges Spenser’s custody. Tomás’s undocumented parents could be deported at any time, and all the while the state of Minnesota votes on a constitutional amendment against marriage equality and the US Supreme Court debates whether or not Spenser and Tomás get a happily ever after. All they can do is hold tight to their love, hope for a better future…and remind each other to enjoy the dance.



It pains me to do this but... this didn't work for me for multiple reasons. I've gushed repeatedly over HC's writes mostly because I become immersed in her stories but more often than not I found myself disconnected from this one; just reading words on a page.

However, I want to make it clear that my major gripe is specific to me and should be taken with a grain of salt.

I work with the indigent population. I hear their horrifying stories every day. I know all about how poor, black, Latino, queer, mentally ill and other marginalized people of our society are scuttled to the back burner by the system and how much this negatively affects them on a daily basis. So the very last thing I need is to be schooled on how faulty the system is.

Sometimes the stories I hear hollow me out which is why I read mostly romance. I need the escape. Sure, I read and enjoy the dark stuff sometimes, but I know I with 99% certainty that I can look forward to karma happening to the "bad guy" and probably some form of redemption. I've even been known to read the heavier stuff from time to time but they usually come with a rewarding payoff. But here I felt like I got pummeled with how life is a bag of dicks for 95% of the book and then a tacked on artificial HEA for everyone. A lot hard to believe given my day job not to mention disingenous, but I guess it fulfilled the "romance" quota.

My second problem is there is so much sociopolitical commentary - class differences, immigration, gay rights, the religious right, marriage equality, health care coverage, the foster care system, mental illness, navigating workplace politics when you're queer, racism and white privilege which left very little room for romance. I don't mind sociopolitical subtext but this was way too busy. The romance was relegated to a secondary or maybe even a tertiary storyline and that's not what I signed up for. I stay informed enough through news and other media. I don't need or want to be preached to in my pleasure reading.

I'm not saying that parts of this story aren't moving. I'm not made of stone, but a lot of it felt forced. The emotionality came off as overdramatic and almost manipulative with the sole purpose of squeezing tears out of me rather than letting that happen naturally. I'm going to conservatively estimate that for 30% of this book someone is crying or sobbing over something. That makes for a heavy read in my opinion and turned something I had eagerly anticipated into a chore.

The relationship between Tomás and Spenser is rushed and is mostly telling rather than showing. They are simply not given adequate page time together for me to believe in their love which is a shame because they both seem like solid guys who deserve to find their "one". What I LOVED most about Dance With Me was the dancing and how that built the tension between Laurie and Ed. I watched them fall in love on the page through ballroom dancing. There's hardly any dancing here and what there is isn't between the protagonists.

The message of this book is commendable and I'm glad it's resonating with people. I wholeheartedly agree that several things need to change in our society. Like I said, my opinion is my own, so I would encourage people interested in reading this novel to read other reviews. 

The only reason I'm not 1 hearting this is (a) I love the cover, (b) the sex was still pretty hot and (c) Laurie. I love him maybe even more than I did in his book. It's clear how much he's thriving and I have to believe Ed is a huge part of that. 

Enjoy the Dance can be read as a standalone, though I would not recommend skipping Dance With Me. Ever.

I would recommend this to people outside of the MM romance genre.





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Tag Team Review: The Silvers by J.A. Rock

What humans want from the Silver Planet is water. What they find is a race of humanoids who are sentient, but as emotionless and serene as the plants and placid lakes they tend. B, captain of the mission, doesn't believe that the "Silvers" are intelligent, and lets his crew experiment on them. But then he bonds with Imms, who seems different from the others-interested in learning, intrigued by human feelings. And B realizes that capturing, studying, and killing this planet's natives has done incalculable damage.

When a fire aboard B's ship kills most of the crew and endangers Imms, B decides to take him back to Earth. But the simplicity of the Silver Planet doesn't follow them. Imms learns the full spectrum of human emotions, including a love B is frightened to return, and a mistrust of the bureaucracy that wants to treat Imms like a test subject, even if they have to eliminate B to do it.


(Note: This is a revised second edition, originally published elsewhere.)



Sheziss - 2.5 Hearts

I could have been but it wasn’t.


I can’t really decide what to think about this book.

This novel is depressing. It’s grey. It’s full of those inexplicable gaps experimental movies from the 60-70s had in order to show off their supposed intellectuality and fanciness. Those movies that usually end up making you roll your eyes with all that enormous effort to give that façade an philosophical and existential background that explains it all when indeed it’s not that profound. Moments and scenes thrown at you so you figure it all yourself what it all means, the creator saying it’s art, saying nothing at all so you put the pieces together in your head.

That’s fun when it’s intelligently done, when the author gives you enough clues so as it doesn’t feel like cheating for the reader, but also not too many, so as to maintain the mystery and the sense of wonder.

It’s happened to me in movies. But I can count those with the fingers of one hand. When the ending is coming and I still don’t understand. And suddenly a sentence, or a glance, or a gesture, from one of the characters, makes it all pristine and clear like water. Suddenly I feel blood pumping in my ears, louder than the music flooding into them. Suddenly everything fits and everything makes sense. Like a blindfold being untied and watching your reflection on the mirror after a very long time.

The problem is that most people fuck it up. And it results in this arrogant and pretentious shell.

That’s exactly what happened to me. Here I was “What the hell has happened?”, “I don’t understand”, “Why don’t they talk, why don’t they communicate, for God’s sake?”. I guess this book kind of shows a meant-to-be relationship that seems to be doomed before it starts and unavoidably and slowly coming to an end. Until it’s not, until there is a turn that makes it all right again. Like a car that just needed fixing so it begins working smoothly at last and then it can carry you everywhere. Then everything seems possible. With the exception that I never really felt this was a meant-to-be relationship, I never felt this shouldn’t come to an end. I felt the car should be broken forever. This love story was depressing and grey to me. Like I don’t really grasp where is the magic in this, I don’t find the magic in them being together and belonging to each other.

It’s kind of frustrating when someone writes a book like this one. Those minutes of your time when you are left thinking about something that shouldn’t be a mystery at all. Minutes which could have not been wasted if the author ever cared about investing her time, not mine, in giving one or two or more conscientious paragraphs so I could understand the characters and their motivations. So I could understand their evolution and their hopeless feeling of an ending approaching.

I feel so profoundly cheated I don’t even know what to begin with.

B is a scientist studying the Silvers in their planet, whose behaviour arises more questions than not. They are a curious mix of dogs, kids and robots. They look like humans, but don’t have the whole human emotional spectrum. Their world is dichromatic and dull to human standards.

B finds a moribund Silver close to their spaceship, and saves him. He doesn’t know why, as no Silver has ever made him worry about them before. But he saves him.

I didn’t understand the pull towards each other. If it ever existed.

I felt nauseated, in fact. I felt B was a rapist, a molester. I felt uncomforable in his presence, in his head. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we has taking advantage of Imms’ innocence and purity. B struck me as a cold and distanced bastard. And what happens in the following pages doesn’t make me like or love him whatsoever.

The author intended to build a character with issues, with problems in dealing with his emotions, a character that needs saving, a character only Imms’ selflessness could read and save. But I only felt repulsed and rejection. I never learnt to comprehend B, I never wanted to save him. I never understood why he lets Imms suffer, why he lets them both suffer.

I only wanted for Imms to be happy, to feel loved, to feel cocooned. But B never fulfilled that role. B was there for him but he wasn’t there at all.

Imms, on the other hand, represents the culmination of the human being in all senses of the word. He’s not human, but he’s more human than most. He doesn’t feel anger or jealousy, but he gets to know them quickly while on Earth. He’s awed at the variety of colors, of tastes, of sounds on Earth. I could live every little discovery with him, like the wise/crazy man coming out from the cave for the first time in his life and learning what real food tastes like. Like a The Matrix without a defined purpose, because life is like that.


And I absolutely loved how the “after” is displayed. Once the Earth knows he’s there, there are questions, anger, anxiety, wonder, and above them all, there is fear. And when the human being fears something, they want to control it, to defeat it, to govern it. I liked seeing how he is watched and required to make test after test in the scientific facility, how people manipulate B and Imms into indulging them, or else. How people “dehumanize” a non-human being.

I loved the TV programs, the Halloween disguises, the kid pictures, the alien coming into a restaurant or a grocery story or a big cat shelter and saying “hello”. The reactions he provokes with his mere presence but also the ones people answer with just by interacting with them. Family, videogames, Christmas, dogs, cliff diving and other unimaginable activities he sees everywhere and they are all normal and they are all amazing. Above all, I loved seeing it all through his eyes.

Maybe I love E.T. too much.

What I couldn’t comprehend was the desperation to be together. The “rightness” of being together. The love story. It was unbalanced, unhealthy, un-everything. It was missing, it was wrong.

So, yes, the book is not exactly a bad book, and that’s what upsets me the most. This book has a good premise, and the writing is very good, so it’s disheartening seeing the result. The failing in the execution. Or maybe it’s meant to be that way and I’m simply not supplied with the proper antennas to catch these intangible waves.



Optimist King's Wench - 4 Hearts

He came here to avoid Alone, but Alone is under his skin and branches through all of him.

This book is a study in contrasts. Beauty contrasted with ugliness. Kindness contrasted with cruelty. Selfishness contrasted with benevolence.

There were things I enjoyed and things I hated and more often than not I felt melancholy while reading it. Rock's critique of humanity is harsh and discommodious. She's turned a mirror on contemporary society and revealed the dark underbelly, the places that none of us want to dwell on and how that obliviousness allows atrocities to continue. How we judge people on first appearance. How we pigeonhole them. How xenophobic we can be. How violent we can become in forcing those anomalies to conform. And how through that forced conformity a little bit of that person dies each day. How that oppression engenders shame. How it can foster mental illness and a violence unto its own.


Imms is her vehicle in this story. Imms is a Silver and as a race the Silvers do not hate or fear nor do they love. They have somewhat of a hierarchical clan society that instills survival rather than interdependence. They are highly intelligent, though not emotional. They excise those that do not conform as they could pose a threat to the clan. They are more comfortable with numbers than abstract concepts, so the question then becomes can you teach someone seemingly incapable of emotionality emotions? Hate? Love? Anger? Sadness? Shame?


Imms is a bit of an anomaly in that he wants to be human, but can never be physiologically, though he is more humane than many humans. He possesses a childlike wonder and that enthusiasm is both infectious and denounced in someone considered to be an adult. He needs to "grow up", "act his age", not trust people, don't talk to them, danger lurks around every corner; yet, most of the interactions he's allowed with strangers are positive.

He and B must maintain a clandestine relationship that's built on lies. They can't show affection towards one another. They are constantly being monitored by the NRCSE (National Research Center for Space Exploration) with the threat ever looming that Imms will be taken away to be "studied". For his own protection, of course.

Imms and B's relationship is a quiet one; they do care for each other, but they are both complicit in the dysfunction present in their relationship. This is not a romance and if you're looking for it to be you'll be disappointed. There are romantic elements, but it's more of a dissection of how a relationship can sustain itself inside the pressure cooker of societal expectations. How these circumstances can alter the trajectory of a relationship. How they can sour a relationship by keeping someone in a cage. How secrets and lies can poison even the purest of emotions, even when those secrets are kept for benevolent reasons.

Doesn't it stand to reason that the nuances of love are lost when it is forced through two atmospheres?

It's well known that I've become something of a J.A. Rock fangirl over the past year and half; she's virtually an auto-read for me. However, I don't think this is her best work. It's brilliant and insightful and filled with the metaphors and analogies that always inspire introspection, but it didn't grip me like The Grand Ballast or Take the Long Way Home.

The writing style has a simplistic quality that I thought befitting Imms but felt incongruous from B's perspective. Also, I couldn't reconcile how Joele could've passed what I imagine had to be rigorous physical and psychological testing to be approved to go on a mission of this magnitude. And do the Silvers call themselves Silvers and their planet the Silver Planet? I would've liked knowing what they called it, but at the same time I wasn't surprised that no one ever asks. The secondary characters both added and detracted from the story and I found some of the mundanities of their lives tedious.

Even though I didn't love the characters and the story could've been tighter I still think The Silvers is a gestalt. Sometimes the experience of having read it, taking something away from it and finding that valuable, maybe even being enriched by it supersedes all else.




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Review: The Accidental Purchase of Love by Amelia Thorpe





Convinced he will never love again, successful businessman Tom Fletcher has given up any hope of a relationship and, instead, pays for his weekend company. Despite his expectations, he finds himself falling for a particular man and spending more and more time with him. Already struggling to control his emotions, Tom is put forward for a promotion that causes a rival to start digging into his personal life, sending all sense of security he once had spiralling out of control. 




I really hate to lambaste a first time author but there is so much wrong with this book I fear it's unavoidable at this point. I will be using a lot of quotes, probably a gif or 8 and even a little anecdote. Spoiling is likely.

In case you're not interested in reading all the words, the long and the short of it is, I haven't hate a book this much since The Wrong Side of Right. And that's saying a lot.

Long ago I worked closely with a bunch of judges. I was just starting to get into pleasure reading and we were talking about Tom Wolfe. I was reading something or other by him and one of the judges piped up and referred to him as "an equal opportunity bigot". That pithy little remark has stuck with me and kept popping up in my head while reading this book. I'm not sure if this author took a page out of the Wolfe school of thought, but I can tell you that say what you will about Mr. Wolfe, his writing is rock solid. His characterizations are layered and unique even if they are bigots and his stories are engaging. I assure you that is not the case here. In fact, nothing could be further from the truth. 

If you're going to have your characters be bigoted and generally distasteful then at least make them interesting or colorful; give them some depth. Both these characters are so shallow that combined they couldn't fill a Dixie cup. The story itself is boorish and overflowing with dull and repetitive dialogue and the entire book is heinously edited. What started off as a run of the mill tale of rent boy/client instalove quickly devolved into over the top soap opera worthy dramatics that served to remove me further and further from identifying with either of these characters. The fact that a story with a rent boy as a main character managed to contain nothing but boring sex is actually the least of my grievances. Shockingly enough.




Since I'm a character person let's start there.


He knows he's smarter than all these people, but it doesn't hurt to listen.

Tom, our lonely Prince Charming, who has at the age of 27 sworn off ever loving again after he lost his boyfriend 9 yrs ago. Tom works for a consulting firm where he's on tap to take over. He despises his job and most of his co-workers but he loves the paycheck. His peer, Samantha, is also in the running to take over and, as you can imagine, he hates her too. In short, Tom is an asshat of the highest caliber. Along with being shallow he's a snob who is condescending, catty and a narcissist. I should have known I wasn't going to like this joker when he said he didn't like champagne. Who hates champagne anyway? And p.s. I'm fully capable of remembering that he hates it. There's no need to tell me again and again and again. 

I have to say I did get the biggest chuckle out of this particular editing gaffe because... Freudian slip anyone?


"I told her that was bollocks cos you asked me to marry me."

He really should just marry himself and save everyone else the trouble of never living up to his lofty expectations or his superior rank.

Tom has been frequenting brothels since his first and only boyfriend died in a freak accident which sounds really sad, but the whole information dump of his storied history with Ryan read like something ripped off the front page of the Enquirer. If you're aiming to gut punch a reader with a tragic past then it's best to inject that past with a modicum of relatability or, at minimum, believability. 




There's is a classic tale wrong side of the tracks teen love. Ryan, the bad boy who terrorized many with his gang of hoodlums, smoking, drugging and rarely going to class and Tom the straight A nerd who also just happens to be beautiful. One day Tom is chin jerked to meet on the other side of the fence where Ryan promptly takes him home so they can both lose their virginity. No angst. No sweaty palms. No butterflies. No second thoughts. So I really shouldn't have been surprised when Tom in a fit of anxiety(?) word vomits his deflowering to his mother and she takes it in stride. 




*what what*

I don't know about you but my mother would've had a litter of kittens and there likely would've been some sort of intervention wherein I would've been bombarded by how disappointed she (AND THE WHOLE WORLD!) was. The events that followed in Tom and Ryan's relationship became increasingly ridiculous with the end result of Tom swearing off love FOREVER N EVER! Until he meets downtrodden Jaime.

Naturally, Jaime is the spitting image of Ryan and this is used as a flimsy platform for their instalove. Why Jaime falls into the instalove vortex can be solely attributed to the almighty dollar, I mean pound. 




Jaime's character is so utterly confounding that I deemed it the kitchen sink of characterizations. One minute he's saying he's not comfortable with talking to other people? The next he's being clever and charming with Tom's peers and family. One minute he's confident and suave and the next he's insecure and awkward? He says he doesn't know what to do when people are nice to him? I understand the end goal of making a character complex, but that complexity has to make sense and be continuous. 


I was just baffled.

I don't claim to be an expert on sex workers but I do have a healthy interest in some porn stars and I can attest that they may be reserved but they are not shy. They know how to carry on a conversation and they have at least an inkling of charisma. BECAUSE THEY ARE SEX WORKERS!!!!!!! Also, since when do sex workers get to choose whether or not they top or bottom? If you're going to have a sex worker as an MC then it might be prudent to have some knowledge of them. Just a thought. I'm still confounded as to how or why he doesn't consider anything about what he does to be professional. He gets paid a mint by Tom alone; that to me connotes professionalism. I will grant you that he is complete shite at managing said mint, but that's neither here nor there.


"Do you live in a mansion?" Jaime asks.  
"No," Tom laughs, "I live in a flat." 
"Oh," Jamie tries to hide his disappointment. "Is it a nice flat?"

Jaime's backstory, also told in another information dump, is even less credible than Tom's. He left home after his mother turned to the bottle subsequent to her husband's untimely death. He bounced around for some time then stumbled into a crack addict who took him back to a crack den, introduced him to the others who said they would "look out for" him. He considered these people "family". Shortly thereafter they began whoring him out. 




I cannot even articulate how disgusted this whole scenario made me. To blithely gloss over childhood abuse or abuse of any kind in such a dismissive way I found to be insulting and disrespectful. I can assure you there is zero chance of someone surviving this sort of childhood unscathed. Not only is Jaime's history treated in a flip and cavalier manner with him dismissing everything he was subjected to as no big deal, but on top of that it doesn't make any sense! I'm not sure if British crack addicts are different than American crack addicts but generally speaking they whore themselves out FOR MORE CRACK! I have a hard time believing crack addicts are organized enough to launch a child prostitution ring. And what exactly is the point of whoring out underage boys in a crack den other than blatant shock value that packs no punch because he waves it all off as inconsequential?




How someone could justify making such a history of no consequence to their character is a gross misrepresentation of child abuse and its aftereffects not to mention pointless when you divorce it from any real emotion. And if you're going to have a character come out of this sort of background of having not finished school, living on the streets, being subjected to atrocities, etc. then you need to have his speech and thought processes be reflective of that history as well. It's called credence. 

I'm not sure which I was more offended by that Jaime's characterization was completely devoid of anything substantive when there was so much potential or Tom's belittling of... everyone. To add insult to injury, Jaime's made out to be simplistic and Tom being Tom he never fails to remind him of his place. 


"We could have met in a library, reaching for the same book..." 
Tom gives him a very sarcastic look. "No. You're a friend of my sister's."


...he thought that he'd just tell Jamie to stand there and look pretty and not say anything, but really that wasn't an option. 


They won't judge Tom on his boyfriend anyway; as long as Jamie stays quiet and doesn't do anything amazingly stupid, it would probably be okay. Maybe if Jamie is there, he would make it more bearable too, and he would look very gorgeous on Tom's arm, after all.


In their fictionalized and white washed for the parents/peers relationship Jaime is a writer who's independently wealthy and all of the "relationship" building, if you can call it that, is cockamamie. They keeping seeing each other on a professional basis despite saying "I love you" every chance they get, declaring they're in a relationship, having Jaime's financial accounts forwarded to Tom's address and getting him a new passport(?) [why the hell he needed a passport to begin with if he's only ever been whored out by crack addicts or worked in skeevy brothels is beyond me. I seriously doubt they're sending him to Zurich for weekend trysts.] all in an effort to get him "ready" for a work holiday party. I found it all to be a feeble attempt at a Cinderfella tale. Why keep paying? Why keep charging him? Jaime only sees him and they spend most of their time together.


No one spends every waking moment with their partners.

...not when they're paying them they don't.

This Cinderfella story comes with an abusive Prince Charming and is not engaging; it's trite and derogatory. Both characters are loathsome, manipulative, shallow and spiteful bigots.

She isn't that pretty; he thinks her small features make her appear rodent-like, and the hair and the eyelashes-she has kids for God's sake-didn't it all reek of trying far too hard? She's going for head of the company, not Britain's Next sodding Top Model.




Every time there was an opportunity for depth or to engage the reader it was brushed aside in favor of superficiality. 


He knows he's picked the most expensive one, but really Jamie deserves nothing less than the best. And nothing says security better than a platinum band with six diamonds in it.

And the editing was non-existent. 

This relationship should be kaput inside 6 mos and Jaime will have half of Tom's assets to blow through inside a year but at least he'll have some bling to look at and maybe, just maybe his next sugar daddy will be slightly less conceited and far less abusive. Tom will probably develop a drinking problem. Not on champagne, of course, and inform all far and wide they he will never love again. For a couple years. Then fall in love with someone in rehab who he can continually remind how he pulled him from the gutter and how grateful he should be for it. Best of luck to the both of them.

I'm certain someone will love this book maybe even because of all the reasons I've listed, but there's nothing I can think of to recommend it. I wish the author good luck in her future endeavors. 





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Review: Best Kept Lies by Helena Maeve

What becomes of the Russian spy who lands himself in the crosshairs of a rogue British agent?

Grigory Antipov’s work within the intelligence community is exemplary, but attracting too much attention is against his interests as a spy—a lesson painfully learned the night he is abducted off the streets of Rome. Captivity is a dangerous thing and Grigory already operates under a cloud of suspicion given his predilection for male company. Luckily, his stint in British custody is short-lived, a mere flex of muscle from Agent Karim Awad. 

Karim’s objective is obvious. Lure Grigory into Section’s clutches and turn him against his own people. Expose him to the wrath of Moscow if he refuses. His mission brief may not specify the methods to be used, but Grigory soon discovers that Karim is a man of many talents. With powerful interests at play and the threat of deadly force in the air, Grigory faces an impossible choice—surrender to his fate or sacrifice the only man whose touch makes him feel alive after so many years.






I love me some espionage. I love the exotic locales. I love the intrigue. I love the language with all its acronyms. I love that there are always plans within plans, that things are never as they seem.

As a matter of fact, if things had gone differently (and by differently, I mean if I could stomach killing someone with a bic) then Cupcake might've gone into the spy game.




This novella contains many of the things I like best about this subgenre. 

Grigory is an androgynous SVR agent who is on the radar of the director for advancement. He's cunning and ruthless and he plays the game like a true aficionado. Spies, by definition, are lone wolves and trusting another is typically not in their repertoire. Grigory is doubly cautious because he's a spy and gay in a country that considers homosexuality an abomination and tantamount to a death sentence, or in his case a quiet execution. 

When we catch up with him he's in Rome working with a very green asset that's SIS. Shortly thereafter he finds himself tased in an alley and the game is afoot! Best Kept Lies picks up quickly with diligent, chess moves and countermoves, cryptic subtext and smoking hot spy sex between Grigory and Kamir, one of his captors.

What's a little tasing amongst bedmates? 




The one wielding the taser is one Arabic SIS agent that is hot, just as guarded as Grigory and even more indecipherable. When these two get together the passion wafted off my kindle; they're literally ravenous for one another. Kamir is a take charge top which melts Grisha into a begging, desperate pile of goo. What surprised and delighted me was how shy Grisha was and completely undone by Kamir's... attentiveness. 


"Yeah, that's right... Scream for me, love. Let the neighbors hear you."

But there's little else that defines them. Hot sex is hot, but I don't quite grasp how they got from A to B. I feel like it was right there, just out of reach and if it had been slightly longer with more relationship development I would be rating this higher. The ending is very abrupt and, honestly, a bit farfetched for me to believe; it feels rushed and unfinished. Agents don't make impulsive decisions. There's too much at stake for that and there are always plans within plans, thus I had a hard time believe their relationship could ever be trusting.

What I loved was Maeve's usage of the English language. I wallowed around in her verbiage like a pile of freshly laundered fluffy towels. Words like propitious, métier, simulacrum and nimbus. If she'd walloped me with vicissitude I might've needed a change of under things. She also constructed the intricacies of international relations amongst agencies dexterously and engagingly.

I'll be on the lookout for other works by this author in the future.







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Review: Songs of the Earth (Book 2 of Sumeria's Sons) by Lexi Ander






Thrust into the role of Prince of the Lycans, Tristan strives to find his footing in a life suddenly rife with secrets and lies—and danger. Betrayed by a Goddess meant to safeguard him, desperate to protect his consort and their growing tribe, he can only prepare for the worst and struggle to hope.

And then the worst comes to kill them…










Oops. I tripped and fell into a MPREG series. MPREG is not my gig and I do wish this had come with a tag but since it didn't I'm endeavoring to maintain some neutrality. I did enjoy this installment of the series mostly because these two remind me a WHOLE LOT of another couple of wingnuts near and dear to my heart-Gideon and Eva. These two are not as coocoo for each other as Gideon and Eva but it's hard to top those two. I also enjoyed the mythological aspects and the battling. A good sword fight is always a win with me. There was even a golum! 

Book two picks up where book one left off with the first of Tristan's experiences with the Goddess Ki and Ushna getting all territorial. Ushna gets territorial frequently. Translation:  they fuck each other senseless. Often. In the office with biting and broken furniture and howling and in the middle of the day! They wrecked a desk and a chair got turned into kindling when someone walked in on them. Stupendous! If it was all sex and battling I'd be turning cartwheels right now, but the dialogue came across as stilted or just plain hokey, I'm not crazy about Tristan and then the MPREG... 

Songs of the Earth highlights my overarching issues with this trope-one of them always turns into the girl complete with all the cliched characteristics of a nesting/pregnant female. Tristan even begins to relish going to the grocery store. I'm certain I'm either over-thinking it or overreacting but this strikes me as misogynistic. Tristan is even the "alpha" of his tribe and future king yet Ushna frets over him like a baby doe, growling and barking at random strangers who look at him sideways. Granted, some of this is warranted but... As long as I'm on this soap box, when someone tells you you can have children and that's not something you ever thought possible YOU ASK QUESTIONS! It's not Ki's fault Tristan's a dipshit.

The story itself was entertaining with them trying to build a new tribe and several new secondary characters and plot twists with existing characters all of which kept the pacing upbeat. I have a good feeling about that curly haired ginger, Gregori, but I don't want to jinx myself. I'm also hopeful that Tristan will unleash the beast in the final installment.

Recommend to shifter fans and MPREG enthusiasts. 




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Review: Fallout by Lisa Henry & M. Caspian



High-school boyfriends Jack Haldane and Bastian Wade thought everything would be perfect once they reunited at college, putting disapproving parents and small-town attitudes firmly in the past. Now Jack’s on track for a PhD scholarship and a career as a researcher, and Bastian . . . well, living inside a broken body and trailing along in Jack’s shadow didn’t feature in his lofty teenage ambitions. A weekend camping trip back home offers a chance for them to reconnect, but an ugly confrontation with the local motorcycle gang is only the start of their problems. When disaster occurs and the world unravels, will Bastian and Jack manage to hold on to each other, or fall further apart as they try to survive? 


"If we want to survive, we adapt."


I have a confession to make. I'm a blurb skimmer. I try to read them. I really do, but under certain conditions I tend to lapse. This was one of those times. My blurb skim for this went a little something like:  "blah, blah, blah, two dudes who've known each other for a long time, yada, yada KRAKENRY!!!!!!!!" during which there was much squealing, squeeing and, if I'm totally honest, an approximation of a jig. 

Do not let this happen to you. 

Fallout is not a romance. It's a fascinating look at human nature and its capacity for both good and evil during a catastrophe with the central characters being an established gay couple who are in a low point in their relationship. They go on a hiking vacation back to their home town in an effort to rekindle their relationship. And all hell breaks loose.

The first chapter hooked me and I initially thought Fallout was going to delve into the difficulties of sustaining a relationship after the honeymoon's over and life has dealt them some hard knocks. Then chapter two happened. If you're familiar with these two authors, it should come as no surprise that they are comfortable and even revel in darkness. If you're squeamish, I wouldn't recommend this. There is on page rape and torture.

Now that I've gotten all the warnings out of the way I'm going to gush. I think the cat's out of the bag regarding my feels on these two authors, but they hit it out of the park here. I do hope they collaborate again because this felt like something special. For as dark as it can be it has pockets of beauty that left me a little verklempt, a feat in and of itself. They manipulated the English language to their will, wielded it with artistry in both the characterizations and the narrative which drew me in like a tractor beam then threw me around like a piñata at a party of seven year olds jacked up on cake and Mt. Dew. 

Fallout kept me on the edge of my seat. I don't mind saying at one point I had serious concerns one of the MCs wasn't going to make it. But the level of research they must've done to build this world is what made this stunning. Jack is working on a Ph.D. in Environmental Science and they get stuck on vacation during a freak volcanic ash fallout. Bas has a spinal injury that requires frequent monitoring and treatment. They folded in legitimate environmental concerns through the underbelly of this story which appealed to me as an environmentalist and illustrated the challenges of mundane daily activities by someone who has suffered a spinal injury. They gave them both depth by focusing on the details of what makes each of these men tick.

Bas and Jack spend the majority of Fallout apart after being separated shortly after the fallout begins. Their faith in their ability to survive is repeatedly tested and they both find themselves thrust into situations they never could have imagined. They discover truths about themselves, encounter atrocities and meet some extraordinary people. The genius, for me, was the plausibility of the catastrophe and, by extension, human nature under extreme conditions. 

How does one reconcile actions committed under extraordinary circumstances with their self-schema in the aftermath? 


He needed to know that Jack still wanted to touch him. He needed that to be the only thing that had never changed, and would never change.


It's a dark roller coaster of emotions but it's also, paradoxically, beautiful. If the warning tags don't scare you, you will be rewarded by what KRAKENRY have accomplished.



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