Grade: D- (Amazon 2 Stars)
Synopsis: 10 years ago (it’s always a decade in these books), Dane left behind his small town home and the love of his life when the death of his mother prompted him to evaluate himself and his dreams. Journalism degree in hand, Dane set out to see the world and become a better man. Little did he know that when he left he would break his girlfriend’s heart and abandon his unborn son…
When Dane returns home a decade later, his rental car breaks down, and his first stop in town is Charlie’s Autoshop. Surprise, surprise. Charlie is Charlotte, his long ago but never forgotten lover…
They fight. They have sex. He has drinks with his brothers. A waitress lets slip that Charlotte has a 9-year-old son. Dane does pregnancy math. Dane gets angry that no one has told him about his son. Dane drives to confront Charlie. She admits her deceit. Dane demands to be a part of her son’s life. She refuses. He proposes. They have more sex. They agree to be a happily-ever-after family. The end. Yes, you heard me, “the end.”
Currently, it is a FREE Amazon Kindle download!
The Good: The premise is so promising and filled with emotional tension, and the characterizations have such potential: war-journalist from small town, single-mother who knows how to fix engines.
The tale is a bit of fluff that generates little interest. Seriously, even as erotica this was a super fail. I’ve been more turned on by a bag of popcorn. And I mean that with respect. Really, I do. I have tremendous sympathy with writers and their work. I am one. My book will be released in October (shameless plug?), so I know intimately what it requires to write a novel. That’s how I know–without a doubt–that this is not acceptable. I don’t read erotica. Or, at least I didn’t until I decided to sample free Kindle downloads… But I can tell you without a doubt that this story was too abbreviated for any self-respecting sub-genre. I’ll admit that the backstory provided a reasonable “excuse” for the jump into the sexy and that the outline of the story was strong, but it all remained merely an outline. The entire narrative occurred over the course of one evening, and it was so quickly read. With that said, despite the tale’s flimsy nature, the story was still more substantial, weighty, and memorable than the smexy stuff. Ultimately, then, it failed as fiction and as erotica…
Of course, a colleague of mine (Beth Yarnall) recently reminded me that “one person’s wall banger is another person’s cherished re-read.” Can some of you tell me what you think about erotica? My sense of erotica is that is should be a solid story with the smexy dialed up. Am I wrong? What do you expect when you read erotica? Do you like it, love it, hate it? Have you read this book and enjoyed it?
The Cover. Oh, the cover…
We’ve all been there. We’re wandering through a bookstore, or maybe aimlessly searching suggestions, looking at random lists on Amazon.com for something to read. Happily, we traipse through booktopias convinced that we’re going to find something wonderful to read and then… We are greeted with this:
Before I begin, I feel I must point out one very simple fact:
Most authors get absolutely no input in their covers, or, if they do, it’s mostly a kind of courtesy. Publishers rule. Authors weep and hope for reprints.
Challenge accepted. Unleashing Mockery…
Lovely Dane and all his little friends… Though the main character is supported by a casts of his many muscles, his headlessness has me rather disturbed. Hello objectification!
Don’t get me wrong, I am all for giving men a taste of their own medicine. We ladies have been objects for far too long. Let’s have a quid pro quo era. A little tit for tat. That’s all fine and dandy. I heartily approve of headless tat in magazines or promotional ads, but in romance? I think not.
Romance is about intimacy and connection–and you can’t have that with a brainless, headless wonder. I promise you. You can’t. There is a reason the writer cast Dane as a journalist. Smart men are sexy. Low-hung jeans and ummmm… yup, uh-huh, sure… do not a lover make. Give this man back his shirt. Put his head back on, and then we’ll talk.
Forgive the cover artists, for they know not what they do.
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