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REVIEW:  The Fifth Favor by Shelby Reed

REVIEW: The Fifth Favor by Shelby Reed


Dear Ms. Reed,

Originally published by Ellora’s Cave in January 2004, this book was reissued by Berkley Trade on 5 November this year. When I read the synopsis I was all over it – it is, after all, a manwhore book.  And I do have a weakness for manwhore books.

“Adrian” is the premier escort at Avalon, a high class escort agency for wealthy women, based in Washington DC.  He is gorgeous and skilled in bed (of course) and his calendar is always fully booked.  He charges $1,000 an hour (but how much of that he gets to keep is unclear – I know he does very well out of it financially).  Avalon’s owner, Azure Elan (an alias if ever I’ve heard one surely) keeps a close eye on all her escorts and Adrian is her biggest earner.

Billie Cort , a 33-year old reporter for Illicit magazine, is given an assignment to write an article on Avalon and its services and, lucky her, she gets to interview Adrian as part of the package.

One of the other escorts is Luke DeChambeau – known as “Lucien” at Avalon – all the escorts are “rechristened” by Azure.  Luke and Adrian are best friends but Luke has been caught by the lure of drugs and, apparently, rough sex.  He regularly turns up at Adrian’s apartment with bruises and whipmarks on his body but he will never say who is lover is.  Luke has falled in love with Adrian but the feelings are not reciprocated and this has caused a schism in their friendship.  Adrian is very concerned about his friend’s continuing downward spiral and is devastated when Luke commits suicide.  (This all happens very early on in the story so I don’t believe it is a spoiler.)

To the story’s credit, I think it is the combination of Luke’s death and meeting Billie which has Adrian questioning his life.  It is apparent that for some time he had been less than enthused about his job but lacked sufficient motivation to get out.  These two life-changing events are the catalyst for self-reflection for Adrian and what follows from it.

Because: reasons, the police suspect Adrian having a murderous part in Luke’s death and, seeing her prized possession moving away from her influence, Azure uses this to keep Adrian on her string. This was the least effective part of the story for me.  Some of the things which formed part of this subplot made no sense to me and stretched my credulity to breaking point.

The main story really, is the romance developing between Billie and Adrian.   Billie sees, because she is looking at him as a person and not just as a pleasure toy (I make no judgments on those who frequent male escorts – in the book this was the way it was presented), something vulnerable and familiar in Adrian and she longs to know the man beneath the mask.  She is fascinated by him from the first moment they meet – of course she is attracted, but she wants to know him, not just his body.

Billie shifted to see his face, found it somber and watchful. Under the standard silky disguise of a courtesan lay an intensity and vulnerability far more exciting. His emotions ran deep, his sensitivity even deeper. Not so very different than herself, she realized with surprise. Something about the man under the mask was strikingly familiar.

Adrian for his part, sees in Billie, if not his redemption, then perhaps a reason to seek it.  The pair move back and forth from attraction and some consensual, non-transactional, sex* to pushing each other away because of course it could never work between them.  Adrian believes he is incapable of deserving Billie, and Billie is afraid of getting her heart broken. When I said “non-transactional” that was kind of wrong.  Billie never pays for sex with Adrian but there is a “favor for a favor’ in the story (hence the title) but I felt that was more of an excuse to move things along than anything else.

Also, the sex they have for most of the story is not penis-in-vagina sex.  That kind of sex is a metaphor in the story for a deeper intimacy.  They certainly do get pretty intimate prior to that kind of sex though.  I tagged the review “erotic romance” but I felt that the steam level fit within the contemporary description – sure,t the male protagonist is a prostitute, but there isn’t any particularly surprising or exotic sex in the story.  I think the book is marketed as erotic but the line between erotic romance and contemporary romance is a bit blurry for me these days.  YMMV.

Adrian approaches sex with his clients in a fairly businesslike fashion.  I got the impression he’s very good at his job but it’s not about pleasure for him and it’s not really about intimacy with his clients.  What he experiences when he is with Billie is a different thing altogether and he becomes increasingly dissatisfied with life as an escort.

When had satisfying a woman become a treasure? When had the entire, sensual routine gone from mere product to something of value? He hadn’t seen its potential, hadn’t been aware of the gossamer threads that bound carnal fulfillment to pleasure of the heart.

It terrified him. It moved him. It dislodged his beliefs like a vast puzzle upended and falling into a million irretrievable pieces.

I found some of the writing to be lyrical in its descriptions and I believed that Billie represented something wholly new to Adrian and that being with Billie was not the same as being with a client.

It came to him then, permeated his disjointed thoughts. Billie was teaching him—him—how to make love. With a jolt of surprise at the crashing irony, Adrian realized he hadn’t known how until now. He, the consummate lover, so renowned for his sexual skill, so proficient and controlled and practiced, had only played at making love, where Billie . . . God. Clearly, it was all she knew. Pretense just wasn’t in her spectrum of capabilities.

Unlike in Fallen from Grace by Laura Leone, where the hero was also a prostitute, I felt Adrian had choices and could have walked away at any time if he had wanted to.  Unlike Ryan (the hero of Fallen from Grace), Adrian was never trapped and was at no risk should he choose to leave.  Thus I felt Adrian was a bit “poor little rich boy” at times and I wasn’t always all that in sympathy with him.  There was a thing which happens near the end that Billie does which make me very cross – she does redeem herself in not too long a time but I felt she lacked honesty then and she needed to do a lot more groveling than the basically none she did.  The last part of the story felt a little like authorial manipulation to me to add to the angst-factor and as I said above, the subplot involving Azure and police suspicion of Adrian regarding Luke’s death made me raise my eyebrows on more than one occasion.

Nevertheless, it was an entertaining read and some of the writing was beautiful.  I did believe in the feelings Billie and Adrian shared and I thought they would make a happy life together.  I give The Fifth Favor  a B-.




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REVIEW: Games People Play by Shelby Reed

REVIEW: Games People Play by Shelby Reed

Dear Ms. Reed,

Your blurb caught my attention. The book held it.

Sydney Warren is a successful painter of erotic landscapes—just the artful fantasies of a woman whose own life has been stripped of passion. Though she has stayed loyal to her boyfriend, Max, he’s unable to ignite the sparks they once shared, leaving Sydney wanting. Then comes the stranger, a work of art himself, and everything changes.

With chestnut hair, mesmerizing green eyes, and the perfect body, Colm Hennessy is every woman’s fantasy. He too is aroused, and more intrigued by the beautiful artist than he expected to be—because it wasn’t supposed to happen this way. For there’s something about Colm that Sydney doesn’t know…

Colm is only pretending to be a model. He’s been hired by Max to seduce her—a twisted scheme to test her fidelity. But Max never imagined that Colm would feel something real. As Sydney and Colm’s intimacy grows, as passions neither expected are unleashed, the stakes in a cruel game are raised—and desire isn’t the only thing set to spiral out of control.

The blurb intrigued me because the hints of infidelity make even the blurb subversive as a romance. I really thought it was women’s fiction mislabeled, but it didn’t matter. I love contemporary books set in an art world or have some kind of art involved. I also like the deceit angle because it just cranks the angst way high. I half expected a non-HEA, and would have been okay with that if the story supported it, so I had no qualms picking it up.

The story is fairly straightforward and told from both points of view, in third person. The prose is quiet, with moments of pure poetry, that still manages to ramp up the angst. The ambiance of each scene was well drawn even with few words and the emotion between the hero and heroine felt genuine.

Sydney is 28 and involved with a much older man (Max) who, being her agent and art broker, is more her mentor/Pygmalion than a true life partner. (In fact, it reminded me of the relationship between Celine Dion and her husband René Angélil.) Their relationship, however, went off a cliff when Max did and, as a result, required the use of a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Sydney was prepared to care for him and love him and maintain their relationship after the accident, but Max has been using his disability as just another manipulative weapon in his arsenal.

Max is a bastard. He’s always been a bastard. His paraplegia doesn’t change him. It just changes how Sydney sees his behavior, one piece of which is that he withholds physical intimacy from her.

Every part of every day the same. Every morning, the same poached egg and toast on his plate, the same grapefruit he never ate but insisted Hans serve him. Why did he waste the fruit? Because he could. Why did he waste her? Because he could.

“Max,” she said from behind her hand. “When did I become the grapefruit?”

The clang of his juice glass bumping the side of his plate made her jerk. “What?”

“The grapefruit.” She let her fingers slide away from her face. “You never touch it. It sits in its bowl in front of you. You look at it. Maybe you think about tasting it, but you never do.”

I was annoyed for the first three or four chapters with what I thought was shaping up to be yet another longsuffering martyr heroine. And then it occurred to me we all have to start somewhere, and I hoped this book was Sydney’s starting point. It wouldn’t be the first book I’d ever read where the hero was the catalyst and savior of the heroine in emotional distress, but I don’t mind those.

What I wasn’t expecting was that the hero was neither. The heroine, however broken (and she is), sees to her own empowerment in an orderly, swift manner once she sees the truth of her situation. She gives the hero credit for causing her to see her situation, not for causing her to do something about her situation. And he definitely wasn’t her savior. It was refreshing.

In fact, the way the hero and heroine deal with each other and their associated secondary characters, this book was just one pleasant surprise after another. They were adults. They talked. The deceit was, I thought, well handled because, given the hero’s constraints, it was a tough spot. There was no good out. But the resolution was mature and thoughtful.

There were a couple of clichés that annoyed me. The boyfriend was a bastard, which makes the infidelity angle easier to swallow. From the blurb, you get that he’s a bit of a jerk to set something like this up in the first place, but to have no redeeming qualities whatsoever is convenient. The hero’s motives for his deceit was also a tried-and-true-and-tired device.

But you handled it all very well, with grace and maturity and some very understated, lovely prose. There are also two (possibly three) leitmotifs woven through that added another layer of depth I appreciated.

There are two characters in this book who require the use of wheelchairs and they couldn’t be more different. I can’t tell if their characterizations were “authentic” or not (“authentic” being problematic in and of itself), but I thought they were well written.

For those of you who need to know more about the infidelity angle:

[spoiler]The heroine fights her attraction to the hero admirably while she is still with Max, except for a couple of instances that never go beyond a hand job, once. She was already emotionally and sexually done with Max before meeting the hero, but when she leaves Max, she also leaves the hero behind. It’s not until later that they get back together.

But then we have the other side of it, with the hero being a prostitute. His servicing other women while all this was going on was a bit too glossed over for my taste. I really needed them to actually work though this instead of just a lightbulb moment on her part that pisses her off.[/spoiler]

Naturally, for a deceit plot, one expects a comeuppance and grovel. My normal gripe is that the heroine doesn’t grind it in nearly enough, but here, the heroine ground it in (although I think she could have taken it a little farther). She did not find out his motives and then sigh and go, “Oh well. I forgive you in that case.” She took care of her own revenge, albeit with a bit of squeamishness at its end.

One thing about this book puzzles me and that’s, why is this a Berkeley HEAT book? It didn’t find it any more explicit than, say, Louisa Edwards’s books, which are pretty par for the course in contemporary romance. It had a decent level of sexual tension and the love scenes were lovely, but I didn’t find them especially erotic or extra-hot.

In the end, what we have here is a straightforward story populated by mature, fairly well-rounded adults, told lovingly. (I was going to say “told in a lovely way,” but then “lovingly” slipped out and I thought that fit better.) And because the situation was difficult, because they acted like adults, and because there was so much doubt, it was an angsty read, too. HEA.

Recommended read. A-~July

ADDENDUM: This does read a bit more “women’s fiction” than genre romance, but long ago in my reading history, my line between the two got a bit blurry. Jane felt a romance reader might not feel satisfied by the relationship and its end, and while it didn’t bother me personally and I really enjoyed the unique aspects of it, I agree with her assessment.
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