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REVIEW:  More Than Friends by Jess Dee

REVIEW: More Than Friends by Jess Dee

Dear Ms Dee:

I knew going in that this was a novella and for the past year or so, I’ve kind of sworn off novellas because I rarely find them emotionally fulfilling. The premise of this story was so good, however, that I could not resist. In this friends to lovers story, our heroine, Lucy Lawson, confesses her love to her  best friend, Sebastian Blackford  Not only does Lucy admit that she loves Seb but that she fantasizes about him regularly.  His response is out of the ordinary.

More than friends Jess DeeInstead of the two of them rushing off to bed and transforming their friendship into a romantic partnership, the Seb grimaces and admits that he just met someone and he thinks there might be real potential there. Lucy is crushed.

She rushes out of the cafe and  he follows.  When she tells him that they need a break, he becomes angry.  They are best friends, and he doesn’t want to lose her over this.

This was such a different premise but because of the length, instead of seeing the two struggle to maintain their friendship and then come to a deeper understanding of their feelings, it was resolved with two sex scenes and a few tears.  Seb goes home and finds he is turned on by her fantasies and despite the woman that he thinks might be the one, rushes back to Lucy to make sweet love to her.

As a reader, I am just pages away from Seb saying that he’s really into this other girl so his sexual attention to Lucy is out of place and jarring. I’m not prepared for it.  All of their post confession antics are centered around sexual activities and almost no out of bedroom interaction.  I guess I am to presume from their six year friendship that the bedroom is the only place unexplored.  In fact, Lucy tries to express this very sentiment to Seb but his only response is physical.  (She tells him to stop thinking with his dick and he responds that he can’t help it).

Seb’s actions don’t show someone who has given a lot of thought to what it means to love someone. Their entire relationship seems to be based on how many orgasms he can give Lucy.  I needed to see more internal or external narrative on why Seb thinks that his relationship with Lucy is worthy pursuing. Why did he think the girl he was dating was one with whom he was serious and why, if that was the case, could he so easily throw her over for Lucy? Seb’s inconstancy and focus on the physical bothered me.  I wished it had bothered Lucy more.

While the sex scenes were hot, there just wasn’t enough emotional glue to hold it all together and I came away sorely disappointed. D

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REVIEW:  A Touch of Confidence by Jess Dee

REVIEW: A Touch of Confidence by Jess Dee

WARNING: This review, like A Touch of Confidence, contains lots of sexually explicit language.

Dear Ms. Dee,

For readers who don’t want to spend their time reading a review of a novella I found weak, here’s a quick summary:

“Hi, I’m a big man. You’re a big woman and I’d like to have sex with you immediately.”
Discussion about a lease.

Sex on the floor–he’s sure she’ll be receptive to back door loving later.

Discussion about a lease.

More sex.

Lease signed.

Backdoor sex.

True love.


For readers who would like a bit more explanation, here goes.

A Touch of Confidence by Jess Dee

For a romance novel to work, there must be a conflict, something that prevents the hero and heroine from easily finding regular raunchy and/or restful joy in one another’s arms. This book, A Touch of Confidence, begins with a fairly straightforward if dull conflict–the hero has leased a store the heroine thought was leased to her. This conflict is essentially resolved a little less than half-way through the book.

So what’s left? Well, we have the two leads, Jack Wilson, Jr. and Claire Jones, and a lot of crazy monkey sex. Claire and Jack meet and immediately are consumed by lust. Claire thinks,

If she’d been forced to describe him, she’d have to invent a hot Avenger concoction. Like a mixture of Captain America, Thor, Bruce Banner and Tony Stark all rolled into one heart-stopping, sexy guy.

Jack’s equally struck,

Jack stared at the Amazonian warrior standing before him. With her hazel eyes flashing, her mouth set in a serious expression and her honey-blond hair tumbling over her shoulders, he thought he’d never seen a more fascinating woman….

She was… enchanting, with a voluptuousness Mother Earth herself would envy.

Before you can say, “this book’s just about the sex,” the two are rolling around on the floor of the shop Jack’s leased to someone else, dry-humping to near orgasm. They meet up again the next day, still trying to resolve that pesky lease problem, get in Jack’s SUV and, within the hour, are mauling each other in a parking log. Jack, momentarily using his big head to think, yanks his lips off of Claire’s and tells her,

“Unless you want me to strip you naked and fuck you in this car, right here, in the middle of Mosman,” he rasped, “I suggest you climb out very quickly.”

They check out an unsuitable store, then drive to the one Jack really wants Claire to accept. Within moments of entering that store the two are naked and having wild monkey sex. Let me add, it’s wild monkey sex interspersed with Jack quoting Shakespeare.

He was so turned on, so hot, his cock ached like the devil. If he could, he’d unzip his pants, free his cock and palm himself, just to get some relief. But this wasn’t about him. This was about Claire. About making her feel as beautiful as he thought she was.

“Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou growest.”

He dragged his tongue from her clit, over her pussy and down, almost reaching her hidden rosette.

She froze. Her soft moans quieted. Even her breath was silenced. But she didn’t object.

Jack grinned to himself, and wrapped that observation safely away for another time. Then he repeated the action, over and over and over, waiting for her breath to catch again and for her cries of pleasure to fill the room.

There are some non-sex moments in the book. Claire thinks she’s fat, Jack shows her she’s not. Jack’s grandfather is dying, Claire comforts Jack. It’s set in Australia. But mostly, it’s about sex. I guess it’s hot although it all began to run together for me. I was taken aback however by this paragraph.

Tonight he would make Claire his—in every possible way. Starting with her pussy, then claiming her ass, and after, demanding her heart. She had his. Absolutely and completely. It was only fair she give him hers.

I’ve never thought of winning one’s true love in quite this order. (For those hoping for more kink, I must let you know, in this book, she doesn’t get his ass.)

This novella bored me. There was too much crazy monkey sex and too little real connection between the main characters. If you’ve been craving a book where the guy quotes Shakespearean sonnets during cunnilingus, I can recommend this book. To the rest of the romance reading world, I can’t. I give it a C-.