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27th May 2008


Rating: ♦

I had such high hopes for this book. The premise sounded so promising. We’ve got a young dance instructor who gets rooked into taking a job as a male stripper. Apparently, there was a female friend who wanted a stripper at her bachelorette party who could actually dance.

While shopping for undies, our intrepid dance instructor, Trey, runs into another male browsing the wares. Trey decides to get some practice flirting in, even though he’s usually not attracted to males.

All’s well and good, and I’m sure that we can all see where this is going. So, there’s the party, there’s stripping and, of course, the boy from the sex shop is sitting front and center. Predictably this all ends up with a round of handjobs in the men’s room. Of course there was a round of doubt, denials and the boys reassuring each other that they were not gay before they got to the round of handjobs, but that’s to be expected.

So far, so good. It’s a generic smut story with impossibly pretty boys. The only thing that turned me off so far was the fact that every time the word ‘come’ was used as a euphemism for orgasm, Hawke spelled it as ‘cum.’ I hate that spelling. It feels cheap and tawdry to me, like I’m reading a badly written letter to Penthouse. Maybe that’s just me, maybe I’m just oversensitive.

Whatever it is, it did not put me in a good mood for the second half of the story. What really turned me off was the fawning fangirlish feel that the writer gave off. The boy that our dancing hero meets in the sex shop us is part Asian, martial arts expert who’s name is Kenshin. Kenshin takes Trey back to his apartment where he introduces Dance Boy to anime and they watch Akira.

Yeah, I don’t know about all of you, but I really hate it when authors throw in bits of things taken from real life. I don’t want to know about what current movies the characters are watching or what band they like. Maybe I don’t like that band and maybe I don’t picture the character liking that kind of music or whatever the situation is.

Not to mention the fact that the name Kenshin is just rubbing me the wrong way. I don’t think that Kenshin is a common Japanese name. To me, it just sounds like someone watched a bit too much Rurouni Kenshin and decided to take the name for her character. Now watch, someone is going to come up and tell me that Kenshin is the fifth most popular name in Japan for a boy and shoot my theory all to hell.

Either way the story ends well. Kenshin introduces Trey to the joy of being a bottom. Calling the prostate a ‘cum button’ was a bit much though. Kind of a failed attempt at dirty talk.

I want to have more faith in this company. I want to be able to go and buy original smutty stories with boys boinking each other’s brains out. But in all honesty, I can’t justify spending $12.99 for a book that leaves me feeling vaguely pissed off.

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