I am vociferously passionate about good books. And I hate adverbs.
Be warned, this review is shock-full of spoilers. That’s why there’s a spoiler tag below. But I seriously can’t review it without talking about what happens, so you either read this, or you don’t. And either way, you might love this book, even though I did not.
The language is great. I honestly only found one expression that has become over-used of late, and that was the (animal of choice) “caught in the headlights” — can we please stop using this, now?
I loved the title. How it isn't about wanting to be a kept boy, no, it is about wanting to not be thrown away. Someone to keep me.
The way words are put together is good, it pulls you in, they flow. It’s what the words say that leave me perplexed.
I wanted to love this book, I really did. It had all the pieces that usually make my heart soar, like lonely, young man finding his place, bdsm that I can understand—the kind without pain—the looking for your partner and taking chances, moving across the world to find what your soul needs and reaches out for.
Then it all went south, I’m afraid. Find my review, below, all within spoiler tags.
So, summing the mess up: two plot-device miscoms and a medical emergency—all three totally uncalled for, as they took away from the story about Scott, a fragile, young boy who was just starting to recover his sense of self-worth. Add two huge-ass plot holes. Yeah, no, I don't think so.
Those aren’t Doms. Those are just Dumbs.
I was given a free copy of this book by the publisher, Dreamspinner Press, and a positive review wasn’t promised in return.