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“You’re the sleek little sports car to my Land Rover.”
From the moment Gareth walks through the door of the salon to fit some new sinks, Jules can’t take his eyes off him. Jules has always been attracted to men who are his polar opposite, so burly Gareth is Jules’s fantasy man.
At the weekend, Jules gets into a tough situation with another bloke in a gay club and Gareth comes to his aid. Gareth rejects Jules’s subsequent advances but leaves him with the hope that his attraction isn’t completely one-sided. Fantasy could become reality.
With Gareth’s work at the salon nearly done, he’ll soon disappear from Jules’s life for good. Time is running out. Jules needs to prove to Gareth that he’s tougher than he looks and that his feelings run deeper than gratitude.
I’m kind of at a loss. I didn’t care much for this one. I’m shocked. I always love Northcote’s stories…always. What happened here? I’m trying to figure that out myself.
The length. I think that was the greatest shortcoming. In my opinion very few authors have the ability to pack a valuable story in a couple dozen pages. A quick scene or a supplement to an existing series is different. But a complete story in less than 50 pages is a rare find. I’ve read some great short novella’s from Jay before. Sadly, this one missed the mark for me.
Jules is working in a salon when he meets Gareth. Gareth is a plumber doing a job at said salon. Jules has the hots for the older burly plumber. I tried, but I didn’t like Jules very much. I’m still scratching my head trying to contemplate why Gareth liked him. I missed the appeal in the boy. Popping pills, getting smashed and getting it on with guys in the club’s bathroom was the gist of the Jules we see, or that’s was my impression of him. Things turn ugly and Gareth comes racing to his rescue.
This leads to my other aversion. I disliked the non-con aspect. Mainly because I think it was glazed over. I prefer to avoid in my books if at all possible. However a few times I’ve understood the importance of the inclusion and this wasn’t one of those. It was too fast for something so heavy in my opinion.
I suppose that’s about it. The writing was solid, the editing clean, and it’s wrapped in a striking cover, but with my frustrations it failed to score the high marks I’ve become accustom to when I open a Jaybird book. You win some…you lose some. I didn’t hate it, but I certainly didn’t love it. Here’s hoping it works better for you.