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For fans who loved the snarky wit of Will & Grace and the epic love drama found in Brokeback Mountain comes Avery Aster’s new full-length, standalone contemporary erotic M/M romance novel, Unsaid.
Chelsea’s hottie Blake Morgan III has reemerged from a nasty breakup. His marriage was a frigid disaster beyond repair, and he vows to be single—forever. Bruised, but still hot in Prada, he creates his Seven Desires wish list, his sexiest imaginings. Blake soon realizes there’s only one man he may trust to make these uninhibited intentions come to fruition: his best friend Miguel Santana.
Lower East Side multimedia artist extraordinaire Miguel Santana may be known as the cocky Latin stud in the city, but all he’s wanted since college was Blake’s hand in marriage. He was livid when Blake walked down the aisle with the wrong guy. Miguel has his own list titled the Seven Needs, which are quite contrary to Blake’s dirty-boy deeds. They involve serious commitments, which may leave his new-to-the-singles-scene buddy sprinting for the door, destroying any hopes Miguel has for happiness.
Can these two hunks conquer their intimate fears and love one another as only best friends can? Join the star-studded cast in The Manhattanites series and see for yourself!
I’m sorry. I’m going to straight out apologize. I never would have picked this up if it weren’t for the fact that I thought Avery was super nice and funny when she asked for a review. And…this is not going to be very nice. So, I’m sorry Avery.
I do not like soap operas. I don’t watch reality T.V. either. This was a combination of a bad soap opera with a reality twist. If you happen to like a good dose of daily drama you might fare differently than I did.
I am not a fan of vulgar. I don’t like vag monologues. I have no problems with girly bits in my books, but I don’t like pussy talk. There was icky twat, cunt and pussy talk. I didn’t like it.
To put it mildly, I didn’t like the sex. Considering close to 500 out of this 528 page novel was sex-ridden, this was a problem. I am very cautious with the BDSM I read. It’s not my most comfortable theme and I tread carefully. I hated the BDSM elements here. Just because Blake wishes to be tied up and ‘submit’ does not make him Mig’s Bitch or house slave. This straddled the line of abusive and I had issues with it. Lots of issues.
A few scenes bothered me…a lot. Like when Blake goes to the spa to get his ‘cookie sugared’. Ummmm, yeah. So his cookie is his ass and sugared is a form of waxing. He is prepping for his ‘Seven Sexual Desires’ list and allow his friends to get him ready. After his ass-crack is waxed he receives a bonus of ass play. Yep, fingering and rimming follow his stick and rip. I have never had the agonizing pleasure of having my ass waxed but I have had my front waxed. If anyone came near me with anything immediately following I am certain I would stab any protruding parts with a sharp pair of Tweezermans.
I definitely have limits when it comes to kinks. I never thought I would have read a golden shower scene and frankly, I wish I could take it back. Mouth? In his mouth? *gags* I can’t go there. Other BDSM elements made me very uncomfortable as well. It came across as non-consensual and it never felt ‘safe’.
This is book 3 in the Manhattanites series and I believe I missed important details of the relationship dynamics. That being said, I have absolutely no desire to go back and fill in the missing pieces. I can’t think of any of the secondary cast that I liked. Serious topics were brushed off lightly (a HIV pos friend encouraging Raw Topping?) and I felt a heavy Jerry Springer vibe (who’s your daddy?).
I was so distracted with all of these ‘things’ that I could hardly focus on the plot. Besides pushing my limits I just didn’t care for the main story-line. The mystery with Blake’s ex-husband was upsetting and I didn’t like the final showdown scene at all. The blurb sounded very promising to me. I was sorely disappointed.
I wish I had something nice to say, truly I do. But as hard as I try, I can’t pass on anything positive that I found here. I see some other strong and positive reviews so it seems some people have more love for the “Manhattanties” than I did. If you dare, I wish you all the luck.