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This is a nice quick sweet feel good read. I like the message behind it. Makes you think looking past the shiny and finding the important things in life. It contains good writing and is pretty entertaining. ( )

Rating: 3.5* of five

The Publisher Says: Remember that hunky guy on YouTube who caught your eye? The one with the awesome pecs and killer smile? I bet you couldn't stop watching his videos. Just imagine if you had a chance to meet him and all your fantasies started coming true. There's only one catch: Between you and your dream guy is his less-than-pleased boyfriend. They say that love conquers all, but can love conquer love?

My Review: That was a charming 50-page freebie that I am very pleased to have read. Sweet doofus meets his high-school crush, now a hawt slab o' beef; boyfriend of hawtness is visibly unhappy about the luuuv connection; and then...nothing happens.

I like that.

Nothing happens because doofus has a sense of fair play and empathy: Would he want *his* man in the arms of another? No. So, no.

Don't get me wrong, I like the smexy tales of boys doin' the nasty on every flat surface and many vertical ones, too. But there's more to life than porn. (I can't believe I just typed that.) Once, about a squillion years ago, I fell in love with the man I went to see the movie Maurice with. We weren't either of us newbies. We watched the film, sighed in the same places, held hands (and that's all!) as we watched the men tangle their lusts and loves up, and even have an implied happy ending (in the non-massage-parlor sense). As it was 1988, the happy ending was not able to be explicit.

As we left the theater, I sighed something approving about how sweet it all was, and BJ gave me the side-eye before saying, "What do you think those guys are gonna talk about after a year?"

And that, my chick-a-biddies, is all it took for me to know I'd found the real thing. Someone who found the same plot holes in life that I found, who wasn't more interested in the wrapping paper than the gift. And I was right. When he died four years later, it was a horrible wrench, and I miss him still. But, like Evan the doofus, I knew what was going to make me happy, and waited for my happiness to catch up to where I already was.

Never, ever been sorry a minute, no matter that it ended long, long before it should have. And that's what this story put me in mind of, that realization that "this is it, this is what I waited for," and I enjoyed every minute I had of it. I expect these men will too. So yeah...a good story.

In 50 pages, you don't expect a whole lot of character development. I found the boyfriend, Orlando, a bit too hastily limned, and knocked off a star for Tony the hunk's facile presentation...a *little* depth would've been welcome...and the throwaway character of Julie, the doofus's fag hag, needed a more complete role. None of these are fatal flaws. They're points of information, and the issues raised would raise this very solid, enjoyable tale into a novella I'd be warbling from the rooftops about.

It's free on your Kindle today, 9 July 2014. Get it, read it, pass a pleasant half-hour and support a promising writer with a lot more to say.


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