Review: Three Stupid Weddings by Ann Gallagher

 Series: Standalone
Genre: Romance, Contemporary
Diversity: LGBTQIA+ (m/m, asexual characters, aromantic characters, non binary characters, f/f), mental health (eating disorder, body image issues)
Trigger Warnings: emotional abuse, eating disorder, body image issues, slight LGBTQIA+phobia
Rating: 3/5 Stars
Cover: I love the ornaments.
Links: Goodreads
DescriptionOn the heels of a painful and long overdue breakup, what Victor Nelson needs is time to lick his wounds. What he doesn’t need is everyone in his family trying to play matchmaker so he can find someone new… which is exactly what they’ll do at the three stupid weddings he has to attend this summer.

Fortunately, it’s Dominic Lowe to the rescue. Dom is more than willing to come along to all the weddings as his best friend’s “boyfriend”… even if he’d much rather be there as Vic’s real boyfriend.

Convincing people they’re a couple is easy. The charade is miserable for Dom, though, after years of being madly in love with Vic. But maybe those three weddings are a rehearsal for the relationship he knows they could have for real.

Review: An ace romance without the being ace conflict.
Add the fake relationship trope into that and rest assured that I am very excited to read such a book.
Sadly my excitement didn’t survive very long. Now don’t get me wrong, Three Stupid Weddings is a nice enough romance but I won’t reread it I think. If you’re looking for something easy between books it might be a perfect fit but there is not enough depth in it for me.
There would have been the possibility of depth though because Vic’s ex boyfriend really left a lasting impression on him regarding his weight and eating habits. At first I thought that would get more… well simply more. And it kinda got more, at least it was not forgotten somewhere along the story and it was not downplayed but it still felt to me to be coped with too easily. Others might find them in that portrayal though.
Having them starting out as friends makes it easier to believe Vic and Dom’s romance but that as well could have gotten more depth. It too was too fast and easy and I didn’t feel their love. I did enjoy their geekyness and I loved how the different wedding invitations were put as a picture into the book.
Last Words: That detail added to the aspects I talked about before and I think I would have been very happy with this book.
Disclaimer: I received a free copy through the author in exchange for an honest review. Thank you.
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NOT going on a break but…

There hasn’t been much action on this blog these last few months, now has there?

There are many reasons for this but I won’t go into detail. Just some health stuff and then work stuff and now new work stuff.

So, I started working at a new work place at the beginning of september and there’s a lot I need to do right now and in a few months I really gotta study for my upcoming very important exams.

So I don’t have as much time to blog like I used to. I don’t have as much time to read like I used to either.

I do have some review notes in my notebook, I just need to write them. I plan on having at least 2 reviews a month, but 4 would be preferred. So theoretically I could publish one once a week to prove that I am not dead.

I do want to start this sentence this way simply to keep in that pattern I unknowingly established in this post. Sorry, I’m exhausted and therefore I find not funny stuff kinda funny right now.

Anyway.

I promise to be more active but not as active as I used to. I still love my blog and chatting with y’all about books!

Right now I’m reading a book that I love very, very much so that will encourage me to sit down my ass and write more reviews.

Review: Tactical Submission by Ada Maria Soto

 Series: Windsor Club (book 1)
Genre: Romance, Contemporary, Erotica
Diversity: LGBTQIA+ (m/m, f/f, polyam characters)
Trigger Warnings: hostage situation (non explicit), (implicit) emotional child abuse
Rating: 4,5/5 Stars
Cover: It’s so beautiful!
Links: Goodreads

Description: SWAT commander Jack Burnside is haunted by his craving to kneel before another man. Of all the things he hates about himself – his overtly masculine size and strength, his blue eyes, his insecurities – it is the need to submit that he fears will destroy him.

Doctor Isaac Bard is close to achieving his perfect life. He has a great job with the Coroner’s Office and an open marriage to a loving wife who understands his needs better than he does. The only thing he is missing is a handsome young man to dominate, spoil rotten, and love.

Jack and Isaac might be a perfect match in the back rooms of the exclusive Windsor Club, but will the outside pressures of perception and duty tear them apart?

Review: Sequel! I want a sequel!
I’ll try to make sense of my review notes but honestly? They’re mostly “mmm yes!” And I don’t even mean that in the sexual sense. While this is an erotica and there is a lot of sex there… there somehow isn’t at the same time even though there is.
Hah. I don’t even understand myself, how are you’re supposed to? Okay, I’ll try again. There are a lot of sexual scenes in Tactical Submission. Too many for my taste. But what makes it special is that these scenes manage to make me believe Isaac and Jack’s relationship and how they fall for each other. Simply because they are so character-driven instead of “and they fucked”.
Speaking of characters. I’m unable to decide on a favourite. If I had to I’d chose Amelie because she is so awesome and fleshed out even though she is only a minor character. But I love Jack and Lydia and Isaac and Dan as well! And the Coven even though they don’t even have a speaking part – I’m still very sad about this.
A thing with most bdsm stories (and non bdsm m/m ones as well – let’s be honest) is that the taller guy is the more muscular is the dominating is the topping guy. And while I like these guys as dominant tops, I like them as submissive bottoms and every area between, too. Jack and Isaac are wonderful in breaking through clichés. Jack especially is not what you expect.
(…) but he learned early on that being a Dom had nothing to do with height and everything to do with frame of mind ~ kindle pos. 88
Communication? Check.
Introspection (or somewhat shrink kink-y – you know what I’m talking about if you’ve read a certain polyam bdsm universe)? Check.
Gentle domination? Check.
What’s not to like?
Last Words: There will be a sequel!

Review: Queer Magic by Tomás Prower

 Series: Standalone
Genre: nonfiction
Diversity: It’s queer
Trigger Warnings: none as far as I can recall
Rating: 3/5 Stars
Cover: I love that planet Earth
Description: Queer Magic and Mysticism in History and Today

Queer Magic provides nourishment for LGBT+ souls and their allies who are interested in learning about the significant presence and influence of queer folks throughout history. Explore fascinating insights into queer relationships and spiritual practices from different regions of the world. Learn about deities, heroes, and historical figures who embody the power of the queer spirit. Discover inspiring contributions from contemporary LGBT+ Pagans, Catholics, Buddhists, Muslims, and others as they share personal stories of their experiences as well as spells, prayers, and meditations from their own practices. With practical suggestions and enlightening perspectives, this book is a unique resource for LGBT+ spiritual seekers who want to experience the sustaining energy and strength of the worldwide queer community.

Review: I was so hyped for this book.
I remember how I sat on the balcony, enjoying the sun and thinking I was in for a great treat.
Well, I wasn’t. Now don’t get me wrong. It was interesting enough – at times. At other times I felt it was rather elitist and overall… it’s just so rushed!
The book rushes through time, through culture, through continents… It’s really sad, because I really enjoyed the queer eye used in Queer Magic. But I wasn’t able to get into a thing because there always was the next and the next and the next. I feel stressed just thinking back to it.
If one is looking for a starting point it may be the right book. It may not as well.
Last Words: An one time read.
Buy it now: Amazon.com*
Disclaimer: I received a free copy through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you.

Review: A Light Amongst Shadows by Kelley York and Rowan Altwood

 Series: Dark is the Night (book 1)
Genre: Paranormal, Historical, Romance, Young Adult
Diversity: LGBTQIA+ (m/m), Mental Health (addiction, possibly PTSD)
Trigger Warnings: abuse, corporal punishment, rape mention, opium addiction
Rating: 5/5 Stars
Cover: Don’t let its non-threatening appearance fool you
Description: James Spencer is hardly the typical “troubled youth” who ends up at Whisperwood School for Boys. Instead of hating the strict schedules and tight oversight by staff, James blossoms, quickly making friends and indulging in his love of writing, while contemplating the merits of sneaking love poems to the elusive and aloof William Esher.

The rumours about William’s sexuality and opium reliance are prime gossip material amongst the third years. Rumours that only further pique James’ curiosity to uncover what William is really like beneath all that emotional armor. And, when the normally collected William stumbles in one night, shaken and ranting of ghosts… James is the only one who believes him.

James himself has heard the nails dragging down his bedroom door and the sobs echoing in the halls at night. He knows others have, too, even if no one will admit it. The staff refuses to entertain such ridiculous tales, and punishment awaits anyone who brings it up.

Their fervent denial and the disappearance of students only furthers James’s determination to find out what secrets Whisperwood is hiding… Especially if it means keeping William and himself from becoming the next victims.

Review: After tweeting
Trust Kelley York to write a ghost story that has me sitting teary eyed at a train station. I can’t read it at night because those ghosts are creepy af!
I tried to leave behind my excitement and enthusiasm about A Light Amongst Shadows. I’ve tried for weeks because I didn’t want to be all “adsfgnjhgjn YOU HAVE TO READ THIS! NOW!” but… I think I have to be that way. I’m still not finished loving this story. Now don’t get me wrong, if I love a book I’ll love it forever but after some time the love stops bubbling to the surface every day.
Since I do not want to spoiler you, I won’t tell you much about the story itself (go read it and then come gushing about it to me!), but I will take you on a ride through my notes about it:
– Such soft story telling
– Ew here comes the creepiness. Luckily it’s gentle
– Flirtation by poetry FUCK YES!
– Squeal like a child instead of like a girl that’s right
– NOT SO FUCKING GENTLE ANYMORE!!!
– It’s so fucking creepy but oh the tears, the tears
– THIS WILL BE A SERIES?!?!?!?
Ahem.
Am I embarrassed by my not eloquence? Maybe a little. But those notes really show how I felt while reading. I came in excited because Kelley York Y’all and it was such a nice and soft ride that I simply fell in love with the story and its characters. And then there were the ghost-y parts and I was like ‘yeah, I can do that, this is great’ (I’m a chicken, sue me). I was further lured in by the developing romance and the feministic touch and then? Then my heart exploded because of adrenaline and fear but that was not enough, oh no, now you want to make be bawl like there is no tomorrow?!
Last Words: I want to go on this ride again. Please give me the second installment now!
Buy it now: Amazon.com*
Disclaimer: I received a free copy through the author in exchange for an honest review. Thank you.

Review: Madam Tulip and the bones of chance by David Ahern

 Series: Madam Tulip (book 3)
Genre: Mystery, Crime, Paranormal, Magick
Trigger Warnings: none
Rating: 4/5 Stars
Cover: I love its colours
Description: A surprise role in a movie takes actress Derry O’Donnell to a romantic castle in the Scottish Highlands. But romance soon turns to fear and suspicion. Someone means to kill, and Derry, moonlighting as celebrity fortune-teller Madam Tulip, is snared in a net of greed, conspiracy and betrayal.

A millionaire banker, a film producer with a mysterious past, a gun-loving wife, a PA with her eyes on Hollywood, a handsome and charming estate manager—each has a secret to share and a request for Madam Tulip.

As Derry and her friend Bruce race to prevent a murder, she learns to her dismay that the one future Tulip can’t predict is her own.

Madame Tulip and the Bones of Chance is the third Madam Tulip adventure.

Review: I didn’t know what I expected but this was not it.
Because it was better. When I accepted this arc I thought I’d get an ordinary mystery, be somewhat entertained and never think about Madam Tulip again. And to me it’s okay if that happens, because reading just to pass time is nice, too.
But it’s been 2 months since I read The Bones of Chance and my life’s been more than simply stressful so there are quite a few reasons why I should’ve forgotten about Madam Tulip, but I did not.
I can’t even put my finger on why that is. Because while the mystery was alright it wasn’t the greatest thing I’ve ever read and at times it really was over the top – but that somehow fits perfectly? Maybe/probably it’s the main character Derry/Madam Tulip. I feel like I know her irl and like I’ve talked to her many times before. Maybe even have her read my cards.
I probably like this book so much because of the way the mystery and the paranormal come togehter without fighting over who comes out on top.  I could’ve done without the romantic aspects though.
Last Words: I’ll read the others parts some day as well.
Buy it now:  Amazon.com*
Disclaimer: I received a free copy through the author in exchange for an honest review. Thank you.

Review: A Tiny Piece of Something Greater by Jude Sierra

 Series: Standalone
Genre: Contemporary, Romance
Diversity: LGBTQIA+(m/m), mental illness (cyclothymia)
Trigger Warnings: suicide attempt mention, self harm, mental illness
Rating: 4.5/5 Stars
Cover: I want to be there.
DescriptionReid Watsford has a lot of secrets and a past he can’t quite escape. While staying at his grandmother’s condo in Key Largo, he signs up for introductory dive classes, where he meets Joaquim Oliveira, a Brazilian dive instructor with wanderlust. Driven by an instant, magnetic pull, what could have been just a hookup quickly deepens. As their relationship evolves, they must learn to navigate the challenges of Reid’s mental illness—on their own and with each other.
Review: I admit, a certain someone over at From Top To Bottom Reviews had me really (and I mean REALLY) hyped for this book.
What can I say? Annie does rec the best books.
So why do I love A Tiny Piece of Something Greater? It is rather difficult to explain without spoilering, but I’ll manage:
  • the title. I love its ambiguousness
  • content warnings. Fuck yeah!
  • the realness of its portrayal of mental illness
    • and to me it’s not even triggering
    • People with BPD are not portrayed as the most-deserving-to-die-humans-there’ll-ever-be. FUCK YEAH!

Let’s take a better look at the last bullet point, shall we?

I’m pretty sure you’ve gathered that I’m mentally ill and if you’ve read reviews of mine about books that feature mentally ill characters you know how important this portrayal is to me and how often it’s done horribly wrong. I wasn’t afraid of this here because it’s #ownvoices.

But I not only got a not ableist book, I got a wonderful book that’s full of pain and memories and all the little things that you may live with if you’ve got certain mental illnesses. But most of all I got hope.

This is not a story about a mentally ill character, this is a story with a mentally ill character and I like this approach way better than the first option.

I may enjoy a different thing even more though: Joaquim isn’t a means for Reid to heal. There is no magic-love-cure. Instead Joaquim is a person of his own, with his own thoughts, feelings, fears and dreams.

So why am I rating it 4.5 instead of 5 stars? The reason is rather small and it may have to do a little bit with the book’s formatting. There are at times very unexpected jumps that left me sort of confused until I found into the new scene. And sometimes the story felt somewhat rushed for me. This ties perfectly to my last words, because more (in-detail?) story means more to read. Now I’m gonna go back to nursing my book hangover because I really don’t want A Tiny Piece of Something Greater to end.

Last Words: No really, why did it have to end?
Buy it now: Amazon*
Disclaimer: I received a free copy through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you.

Retro Blog Tour: Out of Focus by L.A. Witt

This post is filled with great things! There is an excerpt of L.A. Witt’s Out of Focus, a giveaway, other blogs that are participating in this tour and a review. Okay, the last one isn’t that great. But still.

 


Excerpt

I slid my hand onto Angel’s knee under the table. As he often did, he’d been tapping his foot against the chair leg, but he stilled beneath my hand.

You get a look at the brother of the bride?” I asked.

He whistled, sliding his hand over mine. “Oh God, yes. I got several looks at him.”

You and me both.” I shook my head. “That man is liquid distraction.”

No shit.” He ran his thumb back and forth along my wrist. “Imagine how I felt, trying to focus on the bride when I had that standing there being all gorgeous and entirely too dressed.”

Too dressed?” I glanced in Jordan’s direction, then turned back to Angel. “He’s in a tux.”

I know.” He shrugged. “He should be naked in our bed.”

I chuckled. “Pity he’s already got someone.”

Seriously?” Angel released a sharp huff of breath. “The good ones always do, don’t they? It’s a crime, I’m telling you.” He clicked his tongue. “And his other half probably doesn’t share, either.”

I don’t know; I didn’t ask. He was pissed enough that I interrupted their little lover’s quarrel.”

He blinked. “You did?”

Well, I didn’t have much choice.” I turned my hand over under his. “I needed Jordan’s help with something.”

Yeah,” he said, lacing our fingers together, “I’ll just bet you did.”

Okay, so I didn’t.” I shrugged. “But things were getting a little heated between them, so…”

Eh, I’d have done the same.”

That much was true. We had our subtle ways of separating people when tensions got too close to a breaking point. Situations like that, particularly with the way alcohol and grudges made frequent appearances at weddings, could too easily erupt into a screaming match or a fistfight. So, we’d long ago devised ways to casually intervene. Moderately intrusive? Yeah, probably. But if it kept a wedding from turning into a brawl—and that had been known to happen—then it was worth a little social faux pas.

The bride and groom were making the rounds, saying hello to guests while Troy’s and Phoebe’s cameras flashed. Normally I wouldn’t leave assistants to cover anything without at least one of us shooting as well, but these two kids were damned good. They were going to be some serious competition for us when they were out on their own. Assuming Troy ever got a decent pair of shoes, anyway.

So, we didn’t worry about them while they trailed the newlyweds and we took a break. Ah, it was good to be the boss.

As dinner wound down, the cake cutting and such were coming up. Almost time to get back to work. While I did a quick battery check and changed out my memory card, fabric rustled behind me.

Enjoying yourselves?” Jennifer asked.

Absolutely.” I started to turn around. “This food is—” The words stopped in my throat. That wasn’t the groom standing next to her.

She gestured at him, as if I hadn’t noticed his presence. “This is my brother, Jordan.”

I smiled. “Oh yes, we’ve met.”

We haven’t.” Angel stood and extended his hand. “Ryan Morgan.”

Jordan shook his hand. “I—it’s…” He paused, moistening his lips as a hint of pink appeared on his cheeks. “It’s nice to meet you.”

To her brother, Jennifer said, “I need to go pretend to like my in-laws, so I’ll leave you alone with them.”

He chuckled. “Okay, thanks.” She picked up her skirt and headed back toward some of the other tables. After she’d gone, Jordan said, “I, uh, my sister said you guys do pretty much any kind of photography?”

I’m dreaming. I’m totally dreaming. Oh God, please tell me he wants—

I cleared my throat. “What did you have in mind?”

I breed and train horses,” he said. “And I’m campaigning a couple of stallions this year. I need a few more up-to-date photos for my website and some ads.” He raised his eyebrows. “Is that something you guys would be interested in doing?”

Well, we’re always happy to help someone flaunt a stud,” Angel deadpanned.

Jordan blushed even more, dropping his gaze as he muffled a cough of laughter. “Right. Well. I haven’t had great luck with my last couple of photographers, so I’m very much in the market for someone new.” He paused, the color in his cheeks deepening slightly. “A new photographer, I mean.”

Can you handle two?” Angel asked.

If the poor man’s cheeks got any redder…

I’m sure we can help.” I shot Angel a glare, and he widened his eyes as if to say “What?” I rolled mine and looked at Jordan again. “We haven’t done any equestrian work in a few years, but show us some examples of what you have in mind and we should be able to give you what you want.”

A shy smile played at his lips. “Good. Then—”

His teeth snapped together as his significant other materialized and put a hand on his shoulder. Jordan’s hackles went up, his eyes narrowed, and judging by the way his cheek rippled, he must have been tightly clenching his jaw. The two men exchanged the coldest glare I’d seen at a wedding since the last time we put divorced parents into one picture, and the hand on his shoulder lifted away.

Then Jordan shook himself back to life and made a sharp gesture his companion. “Sorry, I’m being rude. This is Eli. My—”

Just Eli is fine.” He didn’t offer a handshake or any other greeting, and neither of us made any attempt to do so either. Awkward silence descended, and I had a feeling Jordan was once again seconds away from lashing out at his…just Eli.

Anyway, you were saying?” I asked Jordan. “About your photos?”

Right.” Jordan cleared his throat. “Anyway, I’d like to sit down and discuss what I’m pricing, scheduling, all of that.”

When would be a good time?” I asked. “If you’d like, you can come by the studio, and we’ll sort out the specifics.”

He nodded. “I can do that. During the week would be best. My weekends are usually shot.”

Angel pointed at his camera. “So are ours.”

Jordan laughed. “Yeah, I guess they would be.”

Would Monday be good for you?” I turned to Angel. “We’re there all day this Monday, aren’t we?”

He nodded. “All in-studio shoots that day. Last one’s at four thirty, and we’re usually there until six or seven.”

Why don’t I swing in around five, then?” Jordan asked.

Five works,” I said.

Angel pulled out his wallet and took out a card. “That’s the address. Just give us a call if anything changes.” Jordan took the card, but jumped like Angel had shocked him. Knowing Angel, he’d made sure their fingers brushed, and Jordan’s blood pressure was probably all over the place now.

Jordan recovered quickly though, sliding the card in his back pocket as he said, “Will do.”

Eli shifted beside him. “Good, now why don’t we go grab a couple of drinks?”

Okay, okay.” Jordan exhaled and added a muttered, “Like you need another fucking drink.”

Hmm?” Eli asked.

Nothing.” Jordan looked at us. “I’ll see you guys on Monday. Thanks.”

Not a problem,” I said. “See you then.”

We watched the happy couple wander toward the bar with a good arm’s length of frosty distance between them.

You know,” Angel said, “I take back what I said earlier about it being a crime that a man like that is taken.”

Oh?”

Yeah.” He turned back toward the table and picked up his glass. “It’s a crime a man like that is taken by a douche bag like that.”


My Review

Series: Standalone
Genre: Romance, Erotica, Contemporary
Diversity: LGBTQIA+ (m/m, m/m/m, Polyamory)
Trigger Warnings: none
Rating: 3.5/5 Stars
Cover: I’m not too sure about this mashup?

Description: For the last twelve years, Ryan “Angel” Morgan and Dante James have been partners in every sense of the word. They’re lovers, they run a successful photography business together, and couldn’t be happier. The only problem? They’re both dominants who crave submission. Solution? Bring in submissives for sizzling hot threeway action.

When Jordan Steele hires the photographers from his sister’s wedding to shoot some promo pictures of his stallions, the sparks fly. There’s something about them, something that’s anything but vanilla, and he wants a taste of it. He’s inexperienced, but curious, and Angel and Dante are more than happy to show him the ropes.

Jordan is exactly what they need and they’re exactly what he needs, but when emotions come into play, he may be more than they bargained for. After all, the one thing Angel and Dante can’t give each other is submission. If one of them can get love and submission from Jordan, will the other be pushed out of the picture?

This 100,000 word novel was previously published.

Review: There are so many great things about Out of Focus!

Where to start, where to start…

Okay, so if you know me or my blog at all you know what big of an advocate of consent I am, whether it’s outside of bdsm or inside bdsm. So of course I have to talk about consent in this book: There is consent! I quite enjoyed the talking about consent scene/s as well. Why is it so hard in some books? Just take a look at this. It’s not hard! It’s essential!

I did enjoy the dynamic between Angel and Dante, Angel and Jordan, Dante and Jordan, and Angel, Dante and Jordan. The hopes and fears of being in a relationship and having feelings for a person outside of this relationship as well as being single and having feelings for a person that is not, are well written. I especially enjoyed Jordan’s look at this.

If only the drama, that I expected, would have been… more? longer? More in detail? I feel kinda robbed of this because the potential was there and while there was drama… it wasn’t enough. Instead there were more than enough sex scenes. Cut those in half and give me more plot? Although there was one scene that had drama, a healthy relationship and sex in it. All in one. I think that might have been my favourite scene?

Now don’t get me wrong, I liked the ‘just’ sex scenes, especially because there is no “a dom can only be a top!” bullshit. But… dare I say it? After a while… I may have been somewhat bored by them? Sorry?

I still liked Out of Focus and I may read it again. But I may skip the sex at times if I do reread it…

Last Words: More plot and drama and it would have been a 5 stars read!

Disclaimer: I received a free copy through Signal Boost in exchange for an honest review. Thank you.

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About the Author

L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don’t tell Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut…

Website: http://www.gallagherwitt.com

E-mail: gallagherwitt@gmail.com

Twitter: @GallagherWitt

Blog: http://gallagherwitt.blogspot.com

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Review: The Interludes: A Sexual Odyssey by J.K. Duval

 Series: standalone
Genre: erotica, contemporary
Diversity: at least self labelled lesbian
Trigger Warnings: body weight issues, body shaming
Rating: dnf at 34%
Cover: I love its minimalism

Description: The Interludes, A Sexual Odyssey, is the fun sexy erotic novel for mature audiences. All the characters have only one thing in common, they’re all named Jordan. Whether they are women or men they share the same first name, but that’s where the similarities end. Seven different Jordans will take you along for almost every conceivable match-up in some seriously sexy locales.

From a beach-side cottage along the warm moonlit waters of Jamaica to a shower stall in London’s famed Claridge’s Hotel, across the hills of Tuscany to a magnificent 18 room oceanfront shingle style home on the western shores of Martha’s Vineyard, these are just a few of the places that will spread out before you on this journey of erotic discovery.

If you blush easily, you might want to look elsewhere for your night-table reading. Then again you may wish to share what’s behind this cover with someone you love and create your own sexual odyssey.

Review: I really wanted to like this erotica book.
The idea is great, different characters, different sexual experiences and they all have the same name? But not every story has actual sexual scenes in it. Which is… strange, in this case? But okay. If there are sex scenes they range from okay to somewhat hot. If that were all, I would’ve read the whole book.
I was confused about the self labelled lesbian though. Like I know that lesbians can sleep with men? Especially before knowing they are lesbians, but why have a lesbian character in this book and then have her sleep in detail with a man but when she meets a woman she’s interested in, the story’s over?
I could have struggled on.
But.
Why does there have to be body shaming and fat shaming in this book?! I throw up in my mouth more than once. I’m not interested in knowing the exact weight of a character in a(n erotica) story?! This starts in the first story and it’s everywhere. Female characters thinking about not wanting to put on weight, being like ‘if I look at that, I’ll put on weight!’ and then the male’s thought of “She still had great tits even at twenty-nine” (kindle pos. 1191)? Excuse me? Great tits are great tits. Regardless of the body’s age. And don’t get me started on thinking of a woman of 2-fucking-9 years as old! What the fuck! And if she were 97, great tits are great tits!
Last Words: I can’t enjoy a book like this and even if I could, I wouldn’t want to.
Buy it now: Amazon.com*
Disclaimer: I received a free copy through the author in exchange for an honest review. Thank you.

Review: The Devil You Know by Camilla Quinn

 Series: Standalone
 
Genre: Contemporary, Thriller
 
Diversity: Mentally ill character (DID), LGBTQIA+ (m/m)
 
Trigger Warnings: Torture
 
Rating: 3.5/5 Stars
 
Cover: It gets attention
 
 
Description: Tom used to be a lot of things: assassin, interrogator, sadistic. But for the past decade he’s worked on being a better person, a good father to his loving daughter. But for a man with his past, a bullet is the only end he can expect—he just hopes his daughter will survive the inevitable fallout.

Doro has no illusions about himself: provocateur, infiltrator, killer. After years of civil war, the Vaylen Family has settled, and their leader wants to tie up loose ends. That includes getting rid of the only man to ever walk away from the family, and it’s Doro she sends to get rid of the man once known as The Devil.

 
Review: Why isn’t there more?!
I really enjoyed reading The Devil You Know. If it weren’t as short, there would have been the potential of a 5 star rating. Sadly it is rather short and therefore it feels a little bit rushed at times.
I would have loved to dive even further into Tom’s head, his past and his DID. I can’t tell you how realistic and sensitive this is handled though because I’m not ownvoices. But I can tell you that it isn’t wrongly called schizophrenia like it is so often found in media and in everyday use.
The way Tom and The Devil ‘interact’ (for a lack of better word right now) with each other and with other people was really captivating.
I didn’t connect as strongly with Doro and Tom’s daughter (I should have written down her name somewhere), but I was still interested in them. I was a little bit baffled at times about Doro’s reactions about Tom but if we get a better look into his past and a in detail development between them? No more doubts on my side about this. (It would be too spoilery to tell you what exactly I mean if you haven’t read this book).
I don’t know why this was labelled as a romance on NetGalley though. There is the potential of one in a sequel – if there ever is one – but in The Devil You Know there is none. But maybe it would be rather a dark romance?
 
Last Words: Please let there be a sequel? I need a sequel.
 
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