I am vociferously passionate about good books. And I hate adverbs.
Well, now, this young man, Chenco, was beautiful, brilliant and shiny. He had me with tears flooding my eyes more than once; I just wanted to pick him up and run.
Every part of Chenco’s story rang true and felt believable. I loved how he would overcome his struggles, and especially, I adored the inner peace he showed as he donned the garbs for his alter ego.
Steve, however, not so much. Pain is not my kink, probably because I’ve had enough of it to last a lifetime, so the intricate details of their bedtime were a bit hard on my psyche. I’m sure that if you are into pain kink, it’s a great story. It sounds too real to me, which usually means some of you will love it to bits.
Steve was a rudderless Dom, and I really don’t like that. I like a Dom to be in control and to have all the answers. Until he does, I think that he has no business being a Dom.
His back-story, however, really made sense. An extremely loyal person, he’s the kind of friend anyone would love to have. His attachment to his old buddy Gordy was really great, right up until it wasn’t, anymore.
And the parts where Steve took care of Chenco were downright beautiful—I have a feeling Chenco would have blossomed under more tender loving than under all the later pain, but that’s me and my hiccups showing, again. I am a cuddler.
It is very difficult to review this book without spoilers, so I’ll just end by saying it was truly beautiful—but, for me, it didn’t reach the high standard of the two previous books in the series.
Again, what really saves both the day (and the story, for me) is Crabtree. I love that man. If there were ever to be a #4 in this series, I would love to read a period piece of him and his lover, back in the day in Vegas. That would be absolutely amazing.
I was given an ARC of this book for free from the publisher, Samhain Publishing.
A positive review was neither expected nor promised in return.