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Strawberries for Dessert by Marie Sexton

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


It's been a very long time since I've cried with a character as my heart broke for them but I absolutely cried like a baby with this story. I don't normally like flamboyant gay characters and though I didn't like Cole at first, my heart melted as much for him as Jonathan's did.

This is an amazing read and I recommend it highly to all who love to read a classic romance!



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Beyond Eden by Kele Moon

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I don't normally review books I've acquired and/or sold but this book holds a special place in my heart for many reasons. Not only is it beautifully written, it gives credence to my belief that a truly bisexual menage can have and SHOULD have a romance element in order for it to work.

What I liked about this book: Kele Moon doesn't hold any punches when she whacks you upside the head with the fact that in Eden, temptation can be a very sweet surrender if you're willing to bite the apple.

Her characters have such depth of character that you really feel like you're watching their lives unfold before your eyes. She does it in such an intimate way that you feel like you're a part of the story, not just a bystander.

This story is not for everyone, I know. The strong BDSM elements that are so central to the story may not be everyone's cup of tea but the raw sensuality of each scene and the lessons learned from each encounter are so incredibly vivid and poignant that you're mesmerized by them.

This is a TRUE menage story. All the bits are played with. The trio truly love each other and THAT above everything else makes this story incredibly unique. So many menage stories are about the heroine getting hers and the men being peripheral lovers to her without ever touching. How can you say you love someone and never show physical attraction to them? Paul and Danny love each other. Paul and Eve love each other. Eve and Danny love each other and when the three of them love each other... watch out! Your eyebrows may come off!

Excerpt: Danny wasn’t the sort of guy to jerk off in the shower. Self-pleasure had never appealed to him, perhaps because he had been getting laid since he was thirteen years old. Why get himself off when there was always someone around the corner willing to do it for him?

His mother used to say God gave everyone a gift, something that made them special and unique. Danny wasn’t a brain like Paul, who was one of the youngest partners in his law firm. He wasn’t talented like Eve, who created beautiful works of art effortlessly. There was nothing extraordinary about Danny except for his ability to find bed partners whenever he wanted them and, often times, even when he didn’t.

Danny decided long ago that if sex was going to be his gift to the world, he would do his best with it. In his late teens, he started on a deliberate journey of sexual exploration with the intention of trying as many different things as possible. He had discovered that his only true kink was the high that came from getting his partner off and providing them with the most mind-blowing fuck they had ever had.

Like his mother, he had an inexplicable urge to care for the people around him and he did it the only way he knew how, by being what they desired most and doing it well. Never had someone slept with him once and not come back begging for more.

He had fucked many—but he loved only two.

Danny put his hands on the wall of the shower, dipping his head under the icy stream of water and willed the uncomfortable cold to break the sexual frustration and hurt. He had forgotten what jealousy felt like until he saw Paul fawning over Eve. As it was before, Danny couldn’t decide which of the two he was more jealous of.

It brought up uncomfortable feelings from his youth when he had ached for both Eve and Paul with an intensity that had overwhelmed him, all the while watching the two of them wade through those brilliant inadequacies of first-time love together. He had wanted both of them and had neither. It was one of those cruel life jokes—Danny could have anyone except the ones he really wanted. Instead he had drowned himself in the attentions of teenage girls easily won over by good looks and charm.

And then Eve was gone, off to New York to chase a dream even love couldn’t compete with.

Paul was devastated in the wake of Eve’s departure from their lives, his heart shattered, his soul injured. Danny spent years being Paul’s support as he submerged himself in college and then work, doing both with a drive that would have drained a normal person’s body and soul. Danny did what he did best. He cared for his best friend and ignored the hurt caused from being constantly rejected.

Let Trisha have Paul. What did he care?

Paul getting married was probably a good thing. It would finally bring home to Danny that Paul was never really going to be his. Now was as good a time as any for reality to push Danny’s dreams away. His eyes were closed as he started to get into the punishment of an icy shower when he heard the bathroom door open. His head jerked up in surprise and he stared at Paul’s form through the frosted glass of the shower door.
Danny’s breath became trapped in his chest. His mouth went dry as a wave of unexpected lust washed over him. He reached over and turned up the hot water. When steam started billowing up around him, Danny pushed open the door and stood there watching Paul with a predatory gaze.

“She’s drunk,” Paul started, not meeting Danny’s eyes as he pulled his shirt off and then set it neatly on the counter by the sink. “And she’s sleeping, I checked. I don’t want you bothering her if she’s sleeping. I want her to sleep off the wine. She’ll be sick if she doesn’t.”

Danny stood there quietly, his eyes still on Paul. He studied the lines of his broad, well-built back as he leaned over and tugged off his shoes and socks. Paul was more muscular than him, with wide shoulders, strong arms and a large, powerful chest. His eyes fell to the lines of a firm six-pack as Paul unbuttoned his suit pants and pushed them down past his hips, taking his underwear with them.

Danny was silent as his best friend since childhood stood there naked in front of him. He let his eyes take in all of Paul once more, admiring such a tempting display of masculine flesh. Paul worked hard on his body and it showed. He was exceptionally handsome and Danny never got tired of looking at him.

Paul reached out, handing Danny a gold-foiled packet he had obviously taken out of his pocket before he pushed his pants off. Danny took it and tapped his finger against it as his eyes fell lower. He eyed Paul’s cock that grew long and thick as he stared at it.

“So, you’re sacrificing yourself for Eve?” Danny asked, still standing at the open shower door, heedless of the water splashing out onto the bathroom tiles.

Paul avoided his eyes again and ran a hand through his thick hair rather than look at Danny. “I don’t want you to bother her.”

“Because I always make a habit of taking advantage of drunk women,” Danny said, his voice razor sharp and icy. “How long have you known me?”

Paul winced and closed his eyes as he took a shuddering breath of frustration. “Are you going to let me into the shower or not?”

“I want to know why you want in first,” Danny growled at him, his eyes narrowed reprovingly. “Give me an honest reason and I might let you in.”

Paul’s chest rose and fell as he took short pants of breath that betrayed him far more effectively than his hard cock. “S-seeing Eve has me frustrated.”

“Then jerk yourself off,” Danny snapped, his eyes still narrowed menacingly. “What happened to breaking the addiction? According to you this isn’t healthy or normal, so what are you doing here?”
“You want me to admit I’ve fallen off the wagon?” Paul asked in a soft voice as he looked up at Danny, his blue eyes a storm of arousal. “You want me to beg?”

“Yes,” Danny said slowly, his eyes running over Paul once more. He licked his lips and then pushed his wet hair away from his face. He tilted his head and looked pointedly at Paul’s cock, now fully hard and standing at attention. “I want you to beg.”

Paul squeezed his eyes shut and Danny noticed the little things, like the fine sheen of goose bumps that spread over Paul’s body, making all the thin blond hair on his arms stand on end. The tautness in his shoulders was obvious, the anticipation pounding off him palatable. It was those nuances that sent blinding lust spiraling through Danny so forcefully he barely kept his casual composure. He reached up, gripping the bar on the top of the shower to hide his reaction that had his body tensing in arousal, his muscles tightening in anticipation of pouncing.

“Please.” Paul swallowed hard and tilted his head back to stare at Danny unwaveringly. “It’s been three weeks. I’m getting better.”

“It is a record,” Danny admitted reluctantly, because he wanted no part in this ridiculous game Paul had been playing with their lives. “Do you want a gold star for it?”

“No, I want you to fuck me.”

Now it was Danny’s turn to suck in a sharp breath of arousal as icy-hot desire poured over his body, making every nerve stand on end. He reached out and grabbed Paul, jerking him into the shower. He dropped the condom, pulled the shower door closed and then fisted one hand tightly in Paul’s hair. Danny forced Paul’s head back and looked down at him, seeing the way his pupils had dilated in desire. Paul didn’t fight him. He stood there stoically, his breathing rapid with Danny’s fingers tangled painfully in his hair. The thrum of the shower beating against the tiles, the raspy breathing of both of them, the way Paul’s eyes showed his emotions so clearly, making it obvious he had suffered as badly as Danny had over the past many weeks, it all collided together inside him and his gut clenched with the force of his lust. He needed a clear head when he was with Paul but it was impossible right then.

Danny crushed his lips against Paul’s because he couldn’t wait another moment and he’d given up on hope for sanity this time. He kissed him like a man starved, thrusting his tongue past his parted lips and drowning himself in the taste and feel of Paul after three weeks without him.

Bullet by Laurell K. Hamilton

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


I enjoyed this book more than the recent Anita Blake books but I was a bit disappointed with the ending. As usual, Hamilton wraps up a complex plot in a short chapter that really just ends up annoying me. The saving grace for this book (for me) was the delicious bisexual scenes. I've been waiting for Anita to get over her homophobia and let her boys play and OMG did they play well! Yummy!

Now if I could just figure out who the real bad guy is, everything would be ok.



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