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M/M Lightning Reviews

M/M Lightning Reviews

I read a handful of m/m ARCs over the past month, with varying levels of success. I either DNF’d them or didn’t have enough to say to warrant a full-blown review, so I decided a lightning-review post fit the bill. In no particular order:

But My Boyfriend Is by K.A. Mitchell

Mitchell is an auto-buy, auto-read author for me, and this novel is a spin-off set in the Aaron & Joey world (they starred in Collision Course and are featured in No Souvenirs). Dylan Williams’ twin brother Darryl winds up in the hospital after being severely gay-bashed in a park noted for cruising and hookups. He was saved from even greater harm by Mike Aurietta, who was cutting through the park and saw the attack. Mike is gay and out. Dylan is definitely not gay, as he keeps reminding himself and everyone else, including the reader. He has a female friend-with-benefits arrangement and the occasional hookup with men. Nonetheless, he is massively attracted to Mike, who returns the favor. Dylan gives in to his urges and he and Mike become fuck buddies, with Dylan all the while reiterating that he’s not gay. In anyone else’s hands this would be a non-starter for me, but Mitchell is an extremely skilled writer, and somehow Dylan manages to be both believable and appealing.

The messy but clearly developing relationship between Dylan and Mike is alternately hindered and helped by Dylan’s family. Aaron and Joey show up to take care of Darryl, and the close bond between the twins is frayed by Dylan’s inability to be honest with Darryl and vice versa (all of which are connected to the reasons for Darryl’s attack). If you’ve read and enjoyed the earlier books, you’ll probably like seeing Aaron and Joey, and if you’re not, you should still be able to keep track of everything. The family drama is a big part of the book, though, so if you’re a reader who wants all the focus on the couple, you may get frustrated at times. I found Dylan extremely annoying on a regular basis, but I have a low threshold for the “I’m not Gay! Yes you are!” trope. Mike is terrific, but he has to spend a lot of time waiting around for Dylan to get his shit together. If you like this storyline, K.A. Mitchell does it as well as anyone if not better. But you really have to like the storyline. It’s a K.A. Mitchell book, so there is lots of enjoyable, hot sexxoring. Grade: B-

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The Druid Stone by Heidi Belleau & Violetta Vane

Although I don’t read much m/m fantasy and I almost never read Irish faery-laden fiction, I chose this for review because I think Belleau and Vane have a lot of talent and explore m/m romance in unusual and innovative ways. This book did not work at all for me, and I was really disappointed, because I very much wanted it to. Sean O’Hara is a half-Latino, half-Irish-American who has had an Irish curse placed on him. He relives someone else’s torture every night in his dreams and can’t escape. Finally he goes to Ireland to seek assistance from Cormac Kelly, a druid who may be able to find the origins of the curse and remove it. Sean is not gay (he may be bi, but it’s not made clear in the early chapters), while Cormac is gay and out. Nevertheless, Sean and Cormac almost immediately have the hots for each other. After a graphically violent prologue, the first chapter opens in Cormac’s village of Tuam, where Sean tracks him down. In the first section of the book Sean and Cormac meet, get to know each other a bit, figure out where the curse might have originated, and make plans to go into the supernatural realm. I don’t know much about Irish mythology, so I can’t speak to its authenticity here, but the world-building is as well done as it was in Hawaiian Gothic. The Irish, supernatural, and emotional atmosphere is thick enough to cut with a knife. The prose style is almost too much (it verges on James Kelman levels of colloquial for some characters).

And that was my problem with the book, as much as I read of it before I finally gave up: there is too much of everything. Sean is not just cursed, he also has an estranged father, a deceased mother, and a very unhappy childhood. Cormac has a tragic and unresolved past relationship. Even Cormac’s dogs have awful histories. The setting, language, and characters exude Irishness in speech, cultural beliefs, and family relationships. Sean and Cormac are complex characters, but they are burdened with so much angst. I knew from the blurb and other summaries that they were the couple and would wind up together somehow, but there wasn’t much actual romance in the first third of the book. There was bickering, and yearning, and running to and away from each other. But mostly they had to figure out the curse, so I didn’t have a lot of romantic stuff to get me past the tons of angst and mythology. After a week, I realized that I was forcing myself to try and finish the book for review, which rarely ends well. I persevered until I discovered one more angst-filled piece of Sean’s past, and that was an angst too far for me. Readers who enjoy relationships and settings like this are more likely to enjoy the book. DNF, so no grade.

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Room To Grow by Kate Sherwood

Cole Wheaton, successful landscape architect, takes on a wildly expensive garden renovation project for a wealthy couple. Little does he know that the husband, David, has been struggling with his sexuality, and the garden becomes the tipping point for him to leave his wife Stephanie and come out of the closet. Cole and David are drawn to each other, but Cole has been burned by closeted types before. He’s willing to have David as a friend but he refuses to play Transitional Man. So far, so good. I like the garden aspect (I did not know you could spend $400,000 on trees alone for a private estate renovation), and I appreciated that no one was Gay For You or immediately in a relationship. And Stephanie was a very nice woman who coped realistically with David’s decision (especially given that David was an executive in her family’s company). But then, as the plot unfolded, the air of unreality ratcheted up. It makes sense to avoid emotional involvement with someone who’s just come out. But for two men in their late twenties/early thirties to put off having sex until the perfect moment that will launch their relationship? And having a fairly long conversation about waiting for that perfect moment? That was a little much for me.

And then, when they do finally do the deed, there is immediately a post-deed crisis that requires David’s full attention. Cole, who has been the sensible grownup of the couple up to now, jumps to the conclusion that David doesn’t care about him after all because David hasn’t called him. At this point my eyes roll back in my head. But then they talk it all out, and they realize everything is really OK, and then they become a total couple and everyone accepts them and they live happily ever after. Ms. Sherwood writes smoothly, and the characters are mostly sympathetic and mature. If they had talked about their feelings less (or less articulately), I probably would have enjoyed the book much more. It’s not that I think men don’t talk about their feelings, I just don’t know many that talk like this or at this length. I know, it’s fantasy. But for me to get caught up in a story, there has to be a threshold level of believability in the characters’ actions and responses. Grade: C-

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Men of Smithfield: Mark and Tony by L.B. Gregg

This is a re-edited reissue of L.B. Gregg’s novel Gobsmacked, now with a new cover. The short novel opens with a bang, as Mark Meehan smacks his live-in boyfriend, Jamie DuPree, upside the head with a Bible during an Ash Wednesday church service. But catching Jamie in bed with their weird-smelling landlord Kevin turns out to be the least of Jamie’s many transgressions. Mark turns to his old friend and state trooper, Tony Gervase, for assistance and discovers all kinds of bad surprises about Jamie and good surprises about Tony.

Mark is an utterly appealing narrator and Tony makes an excellent foil and partner for him. Since they’ve known each other for many years and have a history, there’s no insta-love to deal with, and it was refreshing to read about two men who were gay and out and comfortable with it. I especially enjoyed Gregg’s depiction of Smithfield. It’s a small town where everyone knows everything about everybody, but it is neither idealized nor vilified. The sex scenes are hot, well written, and integral to the plot, and the balance between the funny and the serious is very well done, and the serious parts aren’t just played for laughs. There are three more books in the series and I look forward to reading them all. I didn’t read the original release, so I can’t say how different this version is from the original, but there is an author’s note that clearly states that the books are revised and reissued. Grade: B+

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REVIEW: His for the Holidays anthology from Carina Press

REVIEW: His for the Holidays anthology from Carina Press

Carina is putting out three (invitation only) holiday anthologies, one contemporary, one paranormal, and one male/male. It is apparently possible to buy the stories grouped in the anthology, but also separately, individually, which I think is a fascinating choice. I was thrilled when I saw the m/m lineup: L.B. Gregg, Harper Fox, Josh Lanyon, and Z.A. Maxfield. And boy, this anthology is (mostly) brilliant.

Dear Ms. Gregg.

“Mistletoe at Midnight” is the first story in Carina’s m/m anthology. Owen McKenzie is a newly-transplanted vet. He’s moved from Boston to Vermont after a bad break-up, ready to embrace the small town life. He spends Christmas at an inn with his parents and brother…and, he soon discovers, his first love Caleb Black (which took me waaaay back to Elizabeth Lowell’s Only… series–one of the heroes has the same name), and his most recent ex-boyfriend Keith Turner (there at his mother’s four-month old invitation). Caleb and Owen were high school sweethearts — and you do a great job describing the utter misery of a high school crush:

Every afternoon, right after lunch, I passed him on my way to Mr. Clarke's Honors Calculus class. A single glance from Caleb Black was all it took to undo me. Head above the crowd, I'd move as unobtrusively as possible staring straight ahead and praying my dick wouldn't get any harder. I'd hike my backpack high and resolve to pass that slouching leaner unaffected before the fifth-period bell rang. Which was futile, of course, because as Caleb slouched indolently against the lockers with his left knee raised and his bootlace untied-’those shining eyes watching me-’my blood absolutely boiled. Sometimes he'd stare and bite the side of his thumb, his white teeth worrying the tough skin there, and I'd just die at the flash of his berry-red tongue.

He'd catch me looking, and from across that crowded hallway the entire world disappeared. The smell of warm sneakers and last night's disinfectant faded, and everything-’the voices in the hallway, the metallic squeak of locker doors opening and closing, the cheesy posters and the endless chatter, the dazzling sunlight reflecting off waxed tile-’everything on the planet paled in comparison to his green eyes. My stomach would flutter until it flipped to the floor because inside that prolonged second, I couldn't have felt more bumbling, or unsure, or tall-’or turned on.

I enjoyed this story. A lot. I love Gregg’s voice. The story is more nuanced and layered than you’d expect for a short novella. Owen realizes how at fault he’s been in the breakup of his previous relationships, because of his history with Caleb and his family. The story is (obviously) told in first person from Owen’s perspective, which shuts us off a lot from Caleb’s feelings, but he manages to get his point across and everything comes together for a sexy happy ending.

Every now and then things felt a little…off, like the story shrugged a bit to get comfortable with itself, so it wasn’t all sparkles and happiness, but overall, I really liked it.

Grade: B

Dear Ms. Fox.

“Nine Lights Over Edinburgh” is one of those stories that’s going to stick with me for a long long time. At Dear Author, we’ve commented before about your incredible ability to evoke a landscape, a feeling of place, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt IN a place before the way I did with your descriptions of Edinburgh just before Christmas. Your ability to show the glittery tourist topside, the gritty dark underside, and the normal everyday people-live-here side of Edinburgh was amazing (not that I’ve ever been there, so I really can’t actually tell). And the characters were so much a part of that description, so much a part of the city, which was so much a part of them, that it was impossible to separate them.

James McBride is an undercover cop, working on bringing down a human trafficker. But he’s also dealing with the mostly congenial breakup of his marriage with attendant child custody issues and is struggling to find his way forward as someone who…is not straight (he refuses to label it at all). He’s also an UNrecovered alcoholic. The story is really almost entirely his, told in deep third person point of view. He’s pulled off his case by his supervisor because of the mistakes the drinking leads him to (he’s too trashed to recognize someone he’s arrested three times before and his cover’s blown). But he continues working on the case anyway.

He’s also working on a security detail with the Israeli embassy and eventually meets Toby Leitner, a Mossad agent. I say eventually, because it takes a while into the story before the heroes meet. It’s love at first sight, although McBride doesn’t recognize it:

McBride stopped listening. The Mossad agent-’Leitner, McBride said to himself, his mind trying out the delicate, exotic name-’had begun to smile. It was very faint, but undeniable. McBride's pulse geared up another notch. A strange heat sprang up in him, beginning in his gut, an inch or so under his navel, spreading to his solar plexus and a point behind his breastbone. His throat. Oh God, a sweet spot just up and back from his balls, halfway to his-

The security detail goes to shit, however, and then the trafficking case does too, because the suspect kidnaps McBride’s daughter. Toby and James work together to get her back. The story takes place in the space of a few days and so much happens in that time. James has to come to terms with himself, his past, his sexuality, his family, his job, his colleagues, his love for Toby, his alcoholism. Toby has to come to terms with coming back to life after the death of his longterm partner. And it all happens during a double suspense plot, which is slightly more realistic than your previous plots (although your characters still seem to have superhuman abilities after being sick or shot).

I adored this story. Nothing is superfluous. All the characters — and there are a lot of them for a short-ish story — are well-drawn and believable. And the city…the city just shines. Brilliant, transcendent, skillful writing, and a great love story. Thank you.

Grade: A

Dear Ms. Maxfield.

I really really loved your ePistols at Dawn last year. “I Heard Him Exclaim,” however…just never really worked for me. I don’t know if that’s because I couldn’t just read it in one shot because I was too busy, but I had to force myself to finish it.

Chandler has just inherited his niece after a car accident that killed his brother and sister-in-law. He’s taking her to his parents’ for Christmas and to leave her there. His car breaks down and he’s rescued by Steve, who is going to Las Vegas for Christmas because he doesn’t feel he can play Santa properly, like he does every year, because he’s lost so much weight after a heart attack scare the previous January. Steve eventually invites Chandler and Poppy (the niece) to Christmas with him and his family, abandoning the Vegas plan.

My problem with the story was its plotlessness. Or, maybe, its suspenselessness. Steve and Chandler meet, they have the hots for each other, they save each other (metaphorically), they have sex, they fall in love, they live happily ever after. Which is great, but there’s no tension for a good story. There’s an attempt at tension (will they or won’t they…have sex, recognize their feelings, admit their feelings, commit to each other) and an attempt at barriers (age, responsibilities, grief), but nothing really gels. The only true question is whether Chandler will give up the plot-moppet/Poppy, but his decision is dealt with in such an off-hand way when he finally makes it, it seems to confirm that it wasn’t the point.

Don’t get me wrong, I liked the characters and the sex was hot. But maybe in comparison with Fox’s story, I just didn’t CARE enough.

Grade: C

Dear Mr. Lanyon.

“Icecapades” suffered from I Wish It Were Longer-itis. I loved the characters and the set-up. I wanted just a touch more angst and more…well, just more. Noel Snow is an ex-jewel thief, living clean and legitimately on a 200 acre horse farm. He is also an author, with a series…about a jewel thief and his bumbling FBI nemesis. The original of the nemesis is Robert Cuffe (and can we be more obvious about the names? I mean, really?), his own nemesis, with whom he had sex with once on Y2K, just before he was forced to quit stealing. He never meant to make his fictional character quite so bumbling and regrets how this has hurt the real-life Robert. He has called and left messages for Robert on every New Years Eve night for ten years, voicing his regret and apologies. And suddenly Robert is on his doorstep, claiming he’s committing heists again.

Robert and Noel are visited…not by three ghosts, but by three people: a Christmas tree delivery man, a llama farmer, and a psychic whose greenhouse generator is down. (And yes, someone makes the Scrooge joke in the story.) And while helping Noel’s neighbors, they find their way back to each other. It’s a very cute story. As I said, I love the characters. And the set-up is wonderful. While Ms. Fox’s and Ms. Gregg’s story were about the right length, though, this one, as the shortest in the book, could have been way longer, especially since the characters were so appealing.

Grade: B

Overall, I really liked the anthology. I might even return to Ms. Maxfield’s story when I’m not so distracted. But “Nine Lights” made the whole anthology worth reading, and the other two are very enjoyable too. Carina has a hit here.

Best regards,

-Joan/Sarah F.

P.S. And for comparison, jmc’s review of the same anthology. I love how we have almost opposite reactions.

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