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382 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 9, 2013
“So... I like to try a bit of everything and everyone.”
“It’s like you expect me to flip a switch and just accept that everything I ever believed about myself has changed, and that I should be okay with that. Do you know how insane that is?”
“I do. But do you know what else is insane?”
“What?”
“You still haven’t told me no.”
“I want you as hot, hard, and desperate as you’ve ver been before- and once you’re there... then I’ll take you.”In my opinion, Logan Mitchell was the shining star in this book. I couldn’t get enough of this guy. He’s confident in who he is and what he wants. He’s sexy as all get out and so funny to boot! Some of my favorite Logan lines-
Just when he figured life was going to be easy and hand him a woman to bend over his desk, it threw him a nice fucking curve.
Batter up! I want to play with some balls.
“Yes, I know that was inappropriate. But, Tate?”
“Yes, Logan?”
“That’s when I’m at my best.”
“Boundaries, Logan. I think you’ve crossed enough with me today.”
“We’ve also established that I have none.”
“Give you an inch...”
“And I’ll want six or seven more.”
“You’re so fucking big.”
“Words no man minds hearing ever.”
“You make me want things that I’d forgotten I wanted.”
“Every time we do this, it convinces me that I’m exactly where I need to be.”
*Book 1 of 4*
Logan: Delish. Bi-sexual
Tate: Double Delish. Straight. Seperated but in the process of divorcing the wife.
Plot: Who needs a plot when you've got 2 alpha males...I kid. I kid (maybe).
This was a deliberate obliteration of boundaries, with Tate being the object of Logan's attention, leaving Tate strangely attracted but bewildered. I'm not GAY (he says). Well, that argument got old rather quickly (and who could blame him) as Logan's overwhelming sex-appeal brought Tate's walls tumbling.
Then the story became stuck on repeat. Sex (really hot sex). Fight. Make-up. Repeat.
Finally, at the 90% mark, there's some progression which basically sets up the next serial. Need to know how Tate handles family and soon to be ex-wifey, as the inevitable happens.
Effortless, blisterering hot, and engaging. Good one.
“I want you. Tell me how I can have you.”
“I don’t care if I have to be here every fucking night. I’m going to have him.”
“I am a lawyer, and I’m always looking for a loophole.”
“You make me want things that I’d forgotten I wanted.”
I’m going to enjoy making you pay for that particular cocktease.”
"Does every word that comes out of your mouth have to do with sex?"
"Usually, eighty/twenty, but with you, it seems more ninety-eight/two."
"And the other two?"
"The other two I have spent trying to convince you."
"And do you think I’m convinced?"
"I think you’re getting there.'
"And when I do? What happens to the two percent? More sex?"
"I think when you get there, you’ll never want to leave. One thing about guys—we like sex. How long has it been, Tate? I’ll give you the best sex you've ever had."
This? This changes things. If you think I’m going to walk out of here and you’ll conveniently forget about what happened, you should think again. This wasn't a fluke, no matter how much you try to pretend. You wanted it as much as I did, and you should remember that tonight when you jerk off, thinking about my tongue in your mouth."
He felt nervous.
When the doors opened, he reminded himself that he did this kind of shit every day. Chasing shiny, sexy things was a familiar hobby of his, one he usually enjoyed and excelled at. He went in with only one motto—try, take, top.
Try a sample, take the goods, and then come out on top. Never let things get messy.
And this wouldn’t be any different.
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*What is wrong with me?*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“I know what I said,” Tate told him in a clipped tone.
“Then what’s the problem?”
Tate was trying to think of one, but all he managed was, “I don’t fucking share,” as he reached out to Logan. This time, there was no mistaking what he wanted, as Tate gave in to his curiosity and took Logan’s mouth with his own.
“You make me want things that I’d forgotten I wanted.”
“I don’t expect you to announce this to everyone. Hell, I don’t even want that. But if you ever pull away from my hand again, like I have the fucking plague, don’t be surprised by my reaction.”
Catching his breath, Tate dared to ask, “Which will be?”
“Depending on my mood? Either a quick lesson on how much you like my hands or my back as I walk the fuck away.”
With that parting shot, Logan turned and walked out, giving Tate a taste of exactly what he did not want.
Hesitantly, he pushed forward. “What else do you… like about me?”
“Like? That’s not the right word.”
“Then, what word would you use?”
“What else turns me on about you?” Logan suggested.
that was when he’d seen Jessica
That was when the bartender gave
that was when he came to his final conclusion
That was when Tate had backed off.
that was when Tate’s reality became one huge
That was when Cole jumped in.
That was when he curled his fingers
that was when Tate decided he needed to get the
That was when Logan’s expression went from
that was when Tate decided to join in on the
That was when a low laugh hit his ears.
That was when he also discovered
That was when he realized that
That was when he got to watch
That was when Logan stopped
that was when he spoke up.
that was when he found himself promising,
That was when Logan lost his patience.
That was when he heard a question
That was when Red slid down
that was when it hit him.
That was when Tate felt someone
That was when Logan stepped back,
That was when Logan’s palms smoothed
that was when the sound of his cell phone
“What’s wrong? Afraid you might like it? How do you know unless you try?”
“Congratulations,” Logan heard whispered as Tate’s hand snaked down between them, and his fingers wrapped around him.
“On?”
“CORRUPTING ME.”
“Considering you seemed so confused when, really, there is nothing to be confused about.”
“Except for the fact that I’m STRAIGHT.”
“Yes, well, I don’t let LITTLE things like that stand in my way.”
“You've changed me, and you don't even realize it. Just being with you, near you? It makes me want to be a BETTER person. You make me want to take a RISK.”
~ LOGAN
“I want the man who sat down across from me and changed the way I look at the world. And if that’s WRONG, then I’m confused because when I’m near you, it feels SO DAMN RIGHT.”
~ TATE
“So...what's your truth, Logan?”
“I think YOU ARE.”
Where this went was downhill fast. The MC’s were not likeable, Logan was arrogant to the point I wanted to punch him in the throat and Tate was so wishy-washy I rolled my eyes so much I could see yesterday. Cheesy lines, you say? Oh yeah. How can my brain not go there after struggling through 300+ pages of I don’t know what the hell that was? Can someone help me, please?
We are told how to feel as these men test the waters of their relationship. I never figured out why either of them liked the other. I get it; they are both hot yet other than Logan’s constant reenactment of a Robin Thicke summer hit wearing Tate down, I don’t understand why he went for it. Logan is supposed to be some sexy alpha man whore whose milk shake brings everyone to the yard…um, I never saw the appeal. The story was all over the place, it was awkward and did not have a steady flow. The abundance of details may suit some but not me, nor does repetitiveness and good lord the dialogue drove me nuts. Did the inner goddess come over for tea with the boys? I was so tired of reading the word TRY in every tense it could be in. I couldn’t bring myself to do a search count for it, I did not want to see it again. Can we say over usage at its finest?
Now, I get that this will have an audience and the audience it is intended for… I am not a ticket holder of. I currently read strictly m/m romance, I am lost in it and I love it. From boys figuring out their sexuality to gay for you stories, to FBI agents to hard core BDSM. The boys do it for me and they are boys. Now, if you haven’t read m/m romance you won’t understand that there IS A DIFFERNCE in how it’s written. It’s not just a search and replace him for her or penis for vagina. It’s different. Men are different. They have sex different, they interact different, they think different. This read to me as men thinking like women would. They had sex like women would. Yes, anatomy aside, it read as women in the scenes. Along with that misstep, there was zero connection between the MC’s. I did not feel they were into each other at all. Scenes that should have had me full of emotion had me irritated to the point I wanted to give up and DNF this at 30% but I have liked previous work from the author and know what she is capable of. Unfortunately, this fell short. Hell, this didn’t even pull out the toddler stool to see onto the m/m shelf. It was just off, so off when it had a chance to be a bridge between the two genres.
With all the hype and pre-release reviews out there already I will expect this to have glowing ratings. I will be the odd chick out and that is fine. Regardless of where I get a book, I am honest about my reading experience. I am sure the reader this was intended for will love it and that is as it should be. This just was not for me.
“There's no one here and no one is going to come in. Just do it,” he whispered, eyes locked on to conflicted brown orbs, “Try.”
“You’re pretty pissed off, Tate. What’s wrong? Afraid you might like it? How do you know unless you try?”
“Hmm…mouthy lawyer equals one sexy cocksucker.”
“You make me crazy and furious and out of my mind with need, but in the end, you make me so fucking happy. I can’t ever remember feeling this way. And no one is going to tell me it’s wrong. No one.”
“I want the man who sat down across from me and changed the way I look at the world. And if that’s wrong, then I’m confused because when I’m near you, it feels so damn right.”
“Congratulations,” Logan heard whispered as Tate’s hand snaked down between them, and his fingers wrapped around him.
“On?” he pushed past the lump in his throat. Tate raised his head and looked him right in the eye.
“Corrupting me.”
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"Everything I want, and everything I crave, is you."
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"You've changed me, and you don't even realize it. Just being with you, near you? It makes me want to be a better person. You make me want to take a risk."
"What do you want to risk?"
"Everything."
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Tate-"Yeah, me giving a guy head."
Logan-"And loving it?"
Tate-"Yes, and loving it. How did that happen?"
Logan-"You met me."
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Tunneling his fingers back into the hot, snug home where his cock wanted to take up residence, he admitted"I want in here so bad, Tate. I have wanted it since we first met."
"Then, take me."
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"You know what you want to do. There's no one here, and no one is going to come in. Just do it,” he whispered, "Try."
“I want the man who sat down across from me and changed the way I look at the world. And if that’s wrong, then I’m confused because when I’m near you, it feels so damn right.”
“So, that’s him?” Cole deduced as the bartender turned and walked away.
“Yep, that’s him. What do you think?”
Cole lifted the tumbler to his mouth and took a sip of scotch. “I think he hates your guts.”
“Tell me,” Logan urged.
Tate turned his feet on the sidewalk and stared once again at his reflection mirrored from the building in front of him. He couldn’t even escape his own damn self, let alone Logan.
“Tell you, what, exactly?”
“Tell me you didn’t like it, and make me believe it.”
“You know what you want to do,” Logan encouraged in a seductive tone, thinking he must be losing his mind to be making such a bold move, even for him. “There’s no one here, and no one is going to come in. Just do it,” he whispered, eyes locked on to conflicted brown orbs, “Try.”
“Jesus, Tate,” Logan cursed. “What else? What do you look like?”
“You mean, my cock?”
“Yes. You cut, uncut? Veiny, long? Describe it to me.”
Well, that was something Tate had never done, but eager to keep Logan talking, and for him to continue feeling this way, Tate did as asked.
“Cut, and I’d say average size, lo—”
“Don’t be a pussy, Tate. Give me an approximate length.”
Tate laughed, barely, at Logan’s put-out tone.
Placing his hands by Tate’s head, he lowered himself until he was by his ear. “Minor details.”
Tate turned his head on the pillow until their lips were only inches apart, and he released a low grunt as Logan rolled his hips over him.
“Important ones, wouldn’t you say?” Tate asked.
Logan flicked his tongue out, tracing it across Tate’s upper lip, and when they parted, he promised, “I know what we agreed to, and what you think you want. But I will end up inside you.” He emphasized exactly which part of him he was referring to, by flexing his hips against Tate. “And you’ll beg me to be there. I guarantee it.”