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REVIEW:  Grease Monkey Jive by Ainslie Paton

REVIEW: Grease Monkey Jive by Ainslie Paton

Dear Ms. Paton:

I discovered this book when I was investigating the new publisher Escape Publishing, the digital first imprint of Harlequin Australia. All the Escape Publishing books were 99c on when I was prepping the interview for posting on Dear Author. I don’t know that I would have discovered the book or taken a chance on it because while I am on a contemporary kick right now, dancing seems to be a thing that translates better visually that it does in text. Moreover, I am not even that big of a fan of dance movies. I’ve missed all the Step Up movies. The last dance related movie I’ve seen is Simply Ballroom (1992!) and I can’t even remember what that was all about. I have watched So You Think You Can Dance from time to time but even my interest in that has died out. So a book about a dancer and a mechanic who enter a ballroom dance competition is simply Not My Thing.

Ainslie Paton Grease Monkey JiveI started the book at about 11:00 at night. I thought I would read for 15 minutes and then go to sleep. I had to go to sleep, you see, because I had a big meeting the next morning. The next thing I knew it was 12:30 pm and I was only at the 40% mark of this book. This book is long. Loooonnnngg. Or maybe it seemed that way because I was anxious for two things. To find out what happened and get some sleep. Unfortunately, the book was so darned interesting that I ended up reading until nearly 3 am. In some kind of karmic serendipity, I awoke to find my morning meeting cancelled so I just moped around the office like I had been on an all night bender, which of course I was, but my drug of choice was reading not liquor or narcotics.

The story is fairly simple in its plot. Alex Gibson is a business student trying to get a degree. She is also an accomplished ballroom dancer. The ballroom competition this year has a grand prize of $50,000 and that is money she could use to replace her dying car and help defray university expenses. She enters with her best friend, Scott. But he breaks his ankle. In reading the rules, it is determined that Alex must finish the competition with the dancer she entered. BUT she does not have to dance with that person during the entire competition. Together they convince new ballroom student Dan Maddoz, a mechanic, surfer, womanizer, to take Scotts place until Scott can return from his injury.

Sound implausible? It’s not. One of the great things about this book is that everything that happens is given a plausible excuse. It might strain credibility at times, but there was a concerted effort to make the reader believe that what occurred in the book could really happen.

Dan Maddox comes to Alex’s studio on a bet. He and his three mates spend most nights cruising bars, picking up women, leaving them, and meeting for surf in the morning. It’s the only life that Dan knows. His father is a viscous drunk; his mother, long dead; and his uncle, an aging roué. One night Dan is walking around, half drunk, and spies himself in a plate glass window of a closed shop. His shirt is unbuttoned. He has one sock on. He has a half bottle of empty wine and a stupid grin on his face which fades the longer he looks at his reflection. He is becoming something he can’t even look at in the mirror. He says to his mates that the only women in his life are those “involv[ing] a retail transaction or fucking.” But it takes more than this one moment for Dan to take action on his thoughts that he might need to change, which makes his reformation all the more believable. Dan can’t even articulate why he wants to change. “It’s just wrong. I can’t tell you what I mean. Where’s Fluke and all his words when I need him? It’s just wrong. Why is there one standard of behaviour for us and one for the women we want to admire?”

He recalls vague memories of his mother, the ballroom dancer, and there was something about her that he’d like to recapture and so the mates all bet that they can’t last a twelve week course at a ballroom dance class.  Dan’s emotionally open in the book. He expresses his feelings fairly easily to his mates but he’s not always artful in his expression of them, making him all the more endearing.

Alex is a woman in the middle, a product of two strong women’s opinions and upbringing. Her grandmother married the love of her life and lost him to the Vietnam war. Only it wasn’t during the war, but after when Alex’s grandfather became addicted to alcohol and turned moody and violent and died two years after returning home from the war. Alex’s mother became pregnant by her wealthy lover, a married man. Alex grew up with her mother telling her to never rely on a man and her grandmother telling her to follow her passions. Unfortunately for Alex, she views these two things in opposition to each other.

In this careful exploration of mother/daughter and father/son relationships, Alex’s character seemed to suffer the most. I found her disdain for blue collar workers to be at odds with her mother’s insistence that she be independent. What did one have to do with the other? If her mother wanted her to not rely on a man, then why was her mother so insistent on Alex dating a suit? If it was a wealthy suit that abandoned her mother (and Alex) why did the suits provide the most security to Alex and her mother?

But this was a small complaint juxtaposed against all the interesting emotional struggles explored in the book. Dan and his mates and their interactions provide the comic relief. The dancing between Alex and Dan provide the sexual tension. Their relationship was like a dance — one step forward, two steps back.

Alex is a confident character and while she finds Dan attractive, she starts the book with her own boyfriend, one whom she believes she loves. She isn’t impressed with Dan’s antics and isn’t afraid to call him out on it. During one scene, the men are blindfolded and supposed to be led by the women but Dan doesn’t allow his woman to lead. Alex chastises him, telling him that “helping” his partner instead of allowing her to learn and make mistakes was ensuring the woman wouldn’t learn. Alex calls this bullying. I call it paternalistic.  It amounts to the same thing.

There’s a lot of great stuff in the book about the female/male dynamic; about the double standard; and about men respecting women. I appreciated seeing that addressed in a contemporary romance.  To complete the role reversal, the mates ask Alex what her intentions are toward Dan.  Mostly I loved watching Dan and Alex truly fall for each other. No insta lust. No wondering why these two belong together. By the end of the book, you know.

“How are we going to do this, then?” He meant build a life together, because that seemed like the right question to ask, and he laughed when she said, “With lots of practice,” because that felt like the right answer, even though he knew she meant lessons and rehearsals.

Somehow the layers in the language were fitting.

He had no precedent for this and no room for it in his life. It made him feel unearthed, slightly out of control, and there was everything wrong with that. This was some karmic test, on his resolve to change and payback for all the times he’d been careless with someone else’s heart, better than anything Fluke or even Ant at his most demonic might have designed. He had to find a way to get through it, learn from it, and survive it, without hurting Alex, without losing the self he was trying to become.

I would be remiss with the DA crowd if I didn’t mention that there were a couple of editing errors in the book.  “He lifted a hard from the curve of her waist”  Also there are multiple points of view in this book and comprehension would have been aided if there were section breaks to identify the changes in points of view.  Overall, though, I think this was a very different but very good contemporary romance. B

Best regards,


PS this book is available for 99c until December 3.  I looked at the other retailers and I still don’t see the book available at any place other than Amazon.

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REVIEW: Force of Law by Jez Morrow

REVIEW: Force of Law by Jez Morrow

Force of Law CoverDear Ms. Morrow:

I didn’t expect anything of this book except that the excerpt intrigued me, so to discover a gem like this was a wonderful surprise. I love how you played with both the Cinderella fairytale and the old skool Harlequin Presents tropes and came up with something so powerful and good.

Tom is an auto-mechanic. Or not even that? Tom works at a quickie lube joint (no, not that kind). He’s a year out of a relationship with Wells, a pampered scion of a rich family who seems to like slumming. Wells disappeared one day and Tom only found out later that he’d been left for a woman. The story opens when Well’s cousin Law pulls up in his Lamborghini Diablo and offers to take Tom to Well’s wedding reception. Law is huge, filthy rich, invincibly powerful — all the requirements for a Harlequin Presents dominant asshole male. Tom doesn’t know what Law’s motivation is, but Tom sees it as an opportunity for revenge, for final closure, and he agrees to go.

I love the descriptions of Law:

Law Castille was an impressive guy. Always had been. He had always intimidated Tom, damn him anyway.

His bold profile presented toward Tom with a high, solid cheekbone, heavy jaw, and rounded chin. His full lips were seductive, cruel. His dark hair was corporately trim, but it looked soft. Tom couldn't see his eyes for his sunglasses, but knew they were striking, very dark with a hard, gemstone gleam.

He was bigger even than Tom remembered, sleek and massive as a prize bull. He had his shirtsleeves rolled up around his huge biceps. His muscles didn't have that distorted, outsized, veins-popping steroidal look. To make sure, Tom glanced down at his crotch. Steroids shrank the testicles. Nope. There was nothing small down there.

The black fabric of Law's trousers was drawn tight across his heavy thigh, showing the interwoven cabling of muscles underneath. Tom's cock lifted.

He tore his glance away and sank back into the bucket seat. Last thing he ever wanted was to get caught getting hard for Law. He wasn't sure where that had come from. Testosterone had reached critical mass in here. He didn't dare look back or he would turn into a pillar of-’okay, into a pillar. He stared straight ahead.

After the wedding, Law corners Tom in his apartment and you manage to write one of the best forced seduction scenes I’ve ever read. Tom is still convinced Law is straight and that he’s about to be raped by Law as a way to put him in his place. Tom has always been sure that he’s dominant, so to have Law threaten him and then penetrate him terrifies him . . . and remakes his world. You do an absolutely brilliant job of showing how very much Tom is both scared out of his mind and yet also desperately wants Law, and then showing how Tom remakes himself for the better in his new role and in his relationship with Law.

The conflict is very Old Skool Harlequin Presents: what does Law feel for Tom? Tom admits to himself very early that he loves Law and although the reader can see Law caring for Tom, his ruthlessness and his granite demeanor mean that Tom has very little idea of his role in Law’s life. The doormat to asshole ration that’s Jane’s way of measuring a good Presents is almost even. While Law’s an asshole, he’s a fun one without apologies or angst, and Tom is no one’s doormat. And the ending is pure Old Skool Harlequin Presents, too, with a full declaration of love at first sight and ruthless drive to the goal of stamping himself on Tom’s life and truly memorable grovel. Utterly, brilliantly perfect.

And I love your humor:

He flipped open the phone. "Hi."

Law didn't waste time with hello. "We're on the ninth hole, fishing Aquaman out of the water hazard."

Golf. What fun. "And what are you learning about your business partner?"

"He can't swim," Law said for starters. "And I really need to rethink my position with his company."

Tom grinned. "What's he learning about you?"

"If he were paying attention to this phone call-’and he's not-’he would know that I can be led around by my dick."

"I'm not leading you, Law."

"But you could."

I also love that the difference between Tom as a mechanic and Law as a billionaire is never an issue between them. Jessica at Racy Romance Reviews posted about this recently in her review of Victoria Dahl’s Lead Me On. But unlike in Pretty Woman — which this book is obviously modeled on, down to the polo game — the class difference between Tom and Law is never an issue. And whether that’s realistic or not in real life, it’s completely refreshing in my reading. The conflict in this book is pure romance-angst about what Law feels, rather than Tom wondering whether he deserves Law or will be able to live up to Law’s lifestyle or whatever else he might think as a mechanic going out with a billionaire.

There is one completely shocking scene toward the end of the book that I don’t want to give away. But you’d written Law so well up until then that I could not only believe that he’d done what Tom thought he’d done, but could forgive him for it too, as Tom did. Perfectly done. I haven’t been on the edge of my seat reading a book in a long time the way I was with that scene and the aftermath of it.

The story is told almost entirely from Tom’s deep third person perspective. And while I always miss seeing the relationship from both sides when this happens, I think adding Law’s perspective as you do, late in the book, is actually unnecessary. The scene where Law receives a blackmail threat can be cut and explained when Law discusses it with Tom, and Law’s thoughts about his conversation with his mother could also be part of the denouement with Tom, rather than told from Law’s perspective. It just seemed a curious choice to add his perspective more than three quarters of the way through the novel when it’s not totally necessary to our understanding of the plot.

That aside, this book is, as I said, a complete gem. It took me back to my days of reading Harlequin Presents when I was thirteen, but with the twist of it being a wonderful, sweet m/m romance instead, told with humor and obvious caring. Thank you!

Grade: B+

Best regards,
-Joan/Sarah F.

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