Showing posts with label Sarah Mayberry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sarah Mayberry. Show all posts

Friday, April 25, 2014

Two Book Reviews Posted Today

The stars must be aligning because two of my reviews are running today.

Unfortunately, Forty-Two Stairs doesn't publish until June 2014, but it's like everything else I've read by A. F. Henley--brilliant.  If you've never tried reading a gay romance novel because you really don't want to know anything about gay sex, then this is a book I'd recommend.  While the two men acknowledge that they have sex, it isn't described in depth, at least not as in depth as so many of the straight contemporary romances I've been reading these days.  Instead, Forty-Two Steps is an honest look at overcoming addiction--that it's not the program but the person who makes the difference.  Here's an excerpt from The Romance Reviews:

There might be 12 steps to the AA program, but for Owen, a recovering alcoholic, the 42 stairs leading up to his new apartment are the real challenge.

Owen started drinking heavily when he was a teen, but it took two DUI's and nearly killing people in another car as well as a judge's sentence to persuade him to get his life in order. In the process, Owen, who's in his early thirties, loses his boyfriend Eli, his house, his money, and job while picking up a mountain of debt as a result of legal expenses, fines and penalties.

What he retained was an AA sponsor, his loyal younger brother Dennis, who helps him move into a minuscule low-rent apartment, and 42 stairs from ground floor up to his new life.

On move-in day, Owen meets Sebastian who has the apartment below his. In his mid-twenties, Sebastian, with his purple hair, elfin face, and artistic nature, is completely out of Owen's experience as a former white collar worker with a flashy car and elegant home. More than anything, Sebastian challenges Owen to find out who he really is and what he wants out of life.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Bad Is a Relative Term for This Boy

Why are sports figures so compelling to readers?  What players do and what readers do are so different that you'd think they'd never cross paths.  But Jaci Burton's Play-by-Play series is just a tip of the iceberg that encompasses sports-related romances.  My review of her latest, Playing to Win, went live today on AAR.

My biggest question about the book is how bad is bad.  Cole Riley, the wide receiver protagonist, seems more burnt out and bored than "bad."  Supposedly, he gets really feisty with the press, and (oh, shocker here!) plays the field with an assortment of women.  He also likes to go to a club with what he terms "friends" even though most of them are just happy to be around someone famous.

All that is "bad"?  Uh, no, not really.  Misguided.  Juvenile, maybe.  But bad?  Hardly.  Now if he threw a photographer through a window, hit a woman, trashed a hotel bedroom, or some of the other nasty stuff we read about, then yes, I'd say he was "bad."

I got the feeling while reading the book that Burton can't really afford to have her heroes be "bad" in the real sense.  It would definitely take more than a few hundred pages for a reader to come to like and accept a really bad boy's transformation.  With Burton's upbeat, glossy style, transforming a true bad boy wouldn't be the kind of book her readers expect.

So the term "bad" is relative in her books.  She's not Sarah Mayberry, Amy Lane, or Anne Stuart.

(Although I absolutely HATE cover art that cuts off faces, I'll make an exception this time.  Go figure.)