Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Review: Grif's Toy by Joseph Lance Tonlet - 4 Stars



Grif's Toy (Tease and Denial Book One)
By Joseph Lance Tonlet
4 Stars



Published By: Joseph Lance Tonlet
Published: Nov 01, 2014
ISBN # 9781311407658

Word Count: 102,221
Print Length: 303 pages


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The Blurb:

Grif believes he’ll live his life as a virgin. After all, who would want him? How could anyone find him, a guy who came with less than man-sized equipment, worthy of their love?

What he hadn’t counted on were the two amazing men who would change his life. After entering college, he meets Tate, his fun-loving roommate. While years later, with Tate now just a memory, Wes, a handsome, rugged ex-marine who runs his own security firm enters his life.

Both men lead Grif through a twisted mesh of pleasure, pain, and denial, as they force him to see his value, despite his size and insecurities.


I don't usually flounder this much on a star rating. I have to be perfectly honest and say that this one barely squeaked out 4 stars. I hate half stars, but this should have 3.5 and that is because I know this author can do better. Do more.

I've read his other writing and I know what Mr. Tonlet can achieve, and I am likely to read anything he puts on paper. So that being said, I find myself coming at this review from a comparison perspective, comparing this work to his others. But the 4 stars stand because of the brave nature of this work and its unique premise.

*Edit - I think I'm realizing that if I had read Grif's Toy prior to Brother's LaFon and another sampling of this authors work, I probably would have rated this higher. But knowing what he's capable of is holding me back. Is that fair? I don't know, but I just wanted to make sure that people know this is a worthy read and I have very high hopes for the sequel. I do recommend this book.

THE CHARACTERS

Marcus "Grif" Griffin - Grif holds something that is identifiable in all of us. In all of our perfections why do we choose to let one "limitation" bring us down? Especially when it is possible that feature may be a treasure to others.

Weston "Wes" De Luca - Bold, strong and so very aware of himself. I am all about Wes!

Tate Diaz - In so many ways Tate is the true hero of this story.

Secondary Characters - There is a nice dusting of secondary characters Pavel, Lance and Matthew Smithton. I would particularly like to learn more about Lance. 

THE STORY

**For clarity readers should know that this story's timeline is non-linear. Pay attention to the chapter titles and dates for reading ease.**



What if I lose him over that very small part of me that few other people would ever be able to understand—let alone desire.’


This is not a simple love story, but instead the beginning of one. I know there is much more to come here, but this is an excellent basis for what brings Grif and Wes together.

This non-linear story starts out with the two protagonists, Grif and Wes enjoying an evening of fine dining. Or so we think. They don't actually quite get to their dinner, but instead jump right into dessert. "Chocolate?" And this kinky little scene makes your e-ink blur the screen right off the bat.

Then we jump back to Grif's youth and that's where we begin to get an understanding of everything that makes Grif tick. This, I think, is the best and surprisingly weakest part of the story is. Grif's vulnerability and anxiety is understandable, but I just don't think I felt it enough. Later in the book we see that Grif has succumbed to his concerns to a debilitating degree, but if I had been more touched by it earlier it would have had more impact throughout the story.

What does work is how we all have insecurities and that makes this story very relatable.

Grif goes on to college and meets Tate, his roommate, and their relationship is a very special one indeed. Tate is able to read people and he "gets" Grif like no one else can. A tragic turn here takes this story to completely unexpected territory and quite a new chapter in Grif's life, where he ultimately meets Wes.

Wes could easily be taken the wrong way. The way he handles Grif is, on the surface, shocking, but it's exactly what Grif wants. And, more importantly, this aggressive handling is what Grif needs, even if Grif is reluctant to acknowledge it. Wes is not cruel, he is brave, bold and generous. But I am left a little off kilter here about Grif's continued unease. He has seemingly given himself over to Wes, yet he is still uncomfortable at times.

From being certain true love will never be, to deeply committed devotion, this story spans a nice arc which begins to explain why Wes and Grif are one match in a million. I should also mention that the kinky, hot, weird and twisted sex is done very well. Mr. Tonlet handles that very well. It may just be his signature.

THE WRITING

The story is strong, different and the visuals all work, but this just lacked a bit of emotional connection for me. As I mentioned earlier, Mr. Tonlet's other writing has waylaid me and touched a deep inner core of emotion that few authors have reached, so I suppose my expectations were very high. 

I also had a few quibbles with parts of the story that seemed to start but not finish. For instance, Grif's family is fairly integral and fleshed out, but then we had no mention of them further into the story when major plot twists surely would have impacted them too. I, for one, would have liked to have seen Grif's mother's reaction to some of those twists. Maybe in the next book?

Another minor pique is that early on in the book we're told; No one called me Marcus. No one. Why? Being that "Grif" is part of the title it seems fairly relevant. Or irrelevant if it's not necessary to know. 

Also, and this isn't a criticism, I want to know why Wes needs what he gets from Grif. I assume this is expanded on in the next book, Wes' Denial - Tease and Denial Book 2. I'll certainly look forward to reading it, because I am intrigued by the premise of Wes and Grif's relationship which delves into areas unexplored and that is why this book rated it's 4 stars.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I'm a born and raised Southern Californian—with a twenty-year stint of living in the Midwest. I love the laid-back lifestyle of San Diego and consider myself lucky to live where people dream of vacationing.

I am lifelong reader of m/m fiction, and I began my writing career one night sitting at my MacBook…I’ve never looked back. I write to bring the characters I dreams about—and who often keep me awake at night—to life.


Interested in more? Check out the Blog link

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I would like to thank the author, Joseph Lance Tonlet for providing me with a review copy in exchange for my honest review.

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Thursday, June 25, 2015

A Thank You to LGBTQ Romance Authors for Helping Us Get Here #MarriageEquality


As we near the historic decision by the SCOTUS on marriage equality in America I have some thoughts. I don’t often do things like this on this blog, but please bear with me this time. 

I’m a romantic and a dreamer. I have high hopes that the highest court in our land will come to the right decision on the marriage equality ruling. Like many of you I plan to celebrate, tweet, hug, hashtag, cry a little, and spread love as much as possible when the right decision is handed down. I feel it coming. We’re going to get this done. We’re moving forward in the name of love. It’s beautiful. 

I unapologetically stuff my head and my life with romantic reads. In recent years I’ve discovered lgbtq romance and fiction and I want to thank all the amazing lgbtq authors, straight authors, and every reader of the romance rainbow for helping to share, and teach, and show that love is always right. 

If the best decision comes down tomorrow or next week that message can’t fade. We have to keep teaching it. Proving it. Sharing it. 

We are struggling, yet again, with racial bias and bigotry, hate and profound ugliness in this country, and around the world. But here’s the thing. We’ve already fought this fight. We won. We moved forward. It was going to be beautiful. Right? So why are we here? 

I think the answer is apathy. Others did the heavy lifting and the rest of us tagged along. There’s nothing really wrong with that, but the problem is that after civil rights laws were passed, speeches were made and marches were held we got complacent. I know I wanted to believe the fight was over. But what is never over, what always has to be moved forward, passed along and spread around is the message. The message that love is right. Hate is wrong. 

So please let’s not believe that because a law is passed or a bill is written or a decision is made that all minds have changed. There is still work to be done. There are so many kids to protect and adults to help. Messages to be spread. And love, love to be shared. 

My preferred way of learning, and teaching, and sharing that message is through romance novels. I couldn’t do it without the truly beautiful words of these authors I’ve discovered, and have yet to discover. They have inspired me, taught me, changed me. Thank each and every one of you. Keep on doing what you’re doing. It’s exactly what we need and I’ll do whatever I can to help you share your words. 

 Love.

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Friday, June 12, 2015

Wicked Men Blog Tour - Spotlight Blitz!!!


Wicked Men Blog Tour

Hey Everyone, thanks for hopping on the Wicked Men Blog Tour. Please help me welcome Brandon Shire and Parenthetical Author Services to Attention Is Arbitrary. I hope you'll enjoy the excerpt and join in the GiveAway. Wow, what a great prize!!!

You can read my full review of The Love of Wicked Men - Season One here.



First, let me say thanks to Attention Is Arbitrary for hosting the Wicked Men blog tour. The creation of this lengthy novel was quite an adventure. Throughout the course of writing each episode, readers were offered the opportunity to give their input and suggestions on how they thought the story should move along. And I threw in a few twists and surprises along the way, just to keep them on their toes. The Wicked Men blitz features seven unique excerpts, so don’t miss any. And don’t forget to enter the giveaway!

Blurb

Sid Rivers and Jack Brown are two sides of the same coin. One is a lawyer with his own firm and dreams of money and power; the other is a criminal with a lengthy record and a quest for vengeance. When they meet, sparks fly. But was their meeting an accident? Or was it planned by the billionaires who want to control their destiny?
The Love of Wicked Men is an erotic journey into the underbelly of the legal profession, the corporate culture of profit-at-any-cost, and the secret world of industrial espionage.



Excerpt

As he pulled up to the pumps, Jack’s attention was caught by the mechanic’s jean clad ass poking in the air. He was bent over the hood of an old Mustang and seemed intent on whatever he was trying to fix.

Jack did a double-take as the man stood to wipe his hands. He didn’t have jeans on. He wore a pair of bib overalls with one strap securing them over an exposed and completely smooth chest. He wasn’t scrawny by any means, but he wasn’t quite up to a medium build either. And yet, there was something sensual about the way he moved. Where he should’ve been tanned, his skin was almost white against the sinking sun.

Jack nearly drooled at the way the strap hung off one side of his chest, the way his waist flared slightly before diving under the cover of the worn denim. His skin looked baby soft, even from a distance. Jack could feel a stirring in his groin.

Maybe this was Lori’s gift right here. He sure could use a bit of fun.

The mechanic turned slightly, as if aware of Jack’s interest, and checked out the lot. When their eyes met, he looked away immediately, the rag in his hand suddenly fumbling. He smiled slightly but kept his eyes downcast.

Intrigued at his shyness, Jack discreetly ogled him as he pumped gas. He had a long face and a sinewy, angular body. But his homely expression told a story of seemingly self-inflicted and awkward ineptitude around people, which, if Jack had to guess, had marred much of his twenty-something life.

Give him bare feet, a straw hat and a piece of grass to chew on, and he’d be the epitome of every bigoted comment Jack had ever heard about the redneck Southern male. But damn if Jack didn’t think he was oddly attractive.

Jack returned the nozzle to the pump and tightened the gas cap. The mechanic kept throwing over surreptitious glances while pretending to work. But Jack couldn’t tell if it was a sexual interest or just natural curiosity. He got hit on by women all the time, but men were a little more careful with their overtures because of his size.

What the hell, he thought. He’d give it a shot. The worst that could happen is he’d go home alone like he’d done almost every night for the last three years.

The mechanic straightened when Jack approached, wiping his hands with a cautious wariness.

“Are you the mechanic here?” Jack asked.

“Some days,” he answered quietly, not quite meeting Jack’s stare.

“My car sounds a little funny. It’s a rental, but I don’t want to get stuck and have to wait four hours for a tow. Can you have a listen, maybe take a look?” Jack asked hopefully.

He seemed relieved that the car was the center of attention. “Sure, pull it over.”

Jack drove the car over and popped the hood. He got out and watched as the guy went through the basics.

“Sounds fine to me,” he said as he checked the fluid levels. “What was the noise like?”
“It was rattling,” Jack lied. The car had been running fine. But there was something about this guy… He didn’t seem like the brightest light bulb in the pack, but he exuded a curious gentleness Jack couldn’t seem to resist. Weird, he thought as another male voice bellowed from inside the garage.

“Shane? Where the fuck are you?”

“Helping a customer,” Shane yelled before he started turning to the sound.

When Jack glanced over Shane’s shoulder, he saw an older man frown and come out of the shadows of the garage. “That ain’t your job. I need this done,” he said, hooking his thumb at the Mustang. “Buddy’s on his way to pick it up.”

Shane seemed to shrink in on himself before he scurried back into the garage. “I’m just finishing it up,” he offered as he went. He didn’t look at Jack again.

The older man came to Jack. He had a beer gut and greasy looking beard. He tried to hoist his gut in and maybe bring himself to Jack’s height, but he didn’t quite make it. Jack disliked him instantly.

But this wasn’t Jack’s quarrel, and he still didn’t know if Shane was interested. He quelled his burgeoning anger and slammed the hood closed.

“Don’t mind Shane. He’s a little slow. What can I do you for?”

“Shane already took care of it, but thanks,” Jack answered. “Is there a bathroom I can use?”
The man regarded him as if he were sizing him up. But Jack knew his type. He would run his mouth if his buddies were around but was as quiet as a fucking church mouse when he was alone. “Sure. Down the side of the building there. Lemme get you the key,” he offered politely.

He went inside and returned, handing Jack the key without a peep.

Jack took his time in the bathroom. He legs ached from sitting in the car all day and the long drive. When he came out, the older man had disappeared and Shane was under the hood of the Mustang again.

Jack came up behind him, admiring the way his slightly long hair fell over his ears. “Can I give this to you?” he asked, holding out the key to the restroom.

Shane stood. “Sure, I can bring it in.” He took it from Jack without meeting his eye.
Jack took a twenty from his pocket and put it in his hand with the key.

“What’s that for?”

“You checked the car. Every mechanic I know gets paid to do that.”

He snuck a glance at Jack, and then dropped his eyes. “I ain’t a real mechanic,” he admitted. “My uncle only lets me work a few hours here and there to keep me out of trouble.”

“Take it anyway.”

Shane waved it away. “Wouldn’t be right.” He put the bill back in Jack’s hand and folded Jack’s fingers around it. His touch lingered. “But I appreciate it,” he said with a warm sincerity.

Jack finally got a glimpse of his eyes. They were soft and brown and sending mixed messages to Jack’s brain and…other parts of his anatomy. Shane’s hands, despite the grease, were soft, and very warm.

“Well, let me buy you a drink or something… Can I do that?” Jack asked quietly. “You said you were finishing up.”

Shane peered furtively into the shadows of the station, looking for his uncle. “Don’t really drink around town here. Usually gets me in trouble.”

Somehow, Jack doubted that story. More likely, the local boneheads fucked with him because they thought Shane wasn’t on the same level with the stud-filled lies they told about themselves.

Jack frowned inside. Weirdly, he wanted to protect Shane, or was it possess him? He wasn’t quite sure. And he still wasn’t sure if there was any real interest on Shane’s part. He decided to play it safe and be on his way. The last thing he needed was trouble with a bunch of yokels who thought he was trying to spread his queer version of moral corruption.

“Anywhere around here I can grab a quick bite to eat?” Jack asked before he started for the car. “I’m starving.”

“Up the road on the right, there’s a place called Bonnie’s. She’s got good food, and you’re just in time for dinner. Tell her I sent you.”

Jack waited for a more definitive sign of interest. But Shane only smiled and went back to work.

He could’ve sworn… But it wasn’t the first time his gaydar had been entirely wrong either. He hung his head in disappointment, got in the car, and drove to Bonnie’s.

The food at Bonnie’s was good, but the service was a little slow. It was strictly a comfort food cafĂ©, which served the locals and an occasional traveler like himself. Jack was halfway through a mound of meatloaf and potatoes when Shane strolled in and went straight to a counter stool. He either didn’t notice Jack or pretended not to. The locals called out their greeting to him and he nodded all around without actually acknowledging anyone, in particular.

Keeps himself distant on purpose, Jack thought as he watched.

The waitress, an older woman with an obvious affection for Shane, put a cola in front of him without asking. She hollered an order into the kitchen which matched Jack’s blue plate special, and then spoke quietly, nodding in Jack’s direction. Shane turned, noticing him for the first time.

He came over immediately. “Sorry, my manners...” He glanced at the waitress, thanking her with a nod. “Didn’t even notice you. Thought you would’ve been gone by now.”

“No problem,” Jack answered. Even if he’d wolfed his food down, he doubted he would’ve made a dent in the plate in front of him in any short amount of time.

“How’s the food?” Shane asked.

“Like you said, good. There’s just a lot of it.”

Shane chuckled, and then quickly surveyed the other patrons, as if someone might have overheard it and objected. Jack got the distinct impression that Shane had spent much of his life disappointed and used his laugh as a wedge against it, even as that laugh was held against him.

“Why don’t you join me?” Jack asked, extending his arm to the opposite side of the booth.

Shane put his hands out. “No, I couldn’t. Don’t want to disturb you.”

“I insist.”

Shane checked over his shoulder. The waitress was still watching even as she waited on another customer. She gave some sign that apparently only Shane saw because he came forward and sat with a slight and bashful smile.

A few silent minutes later, the waitress reappeared with a plate as hot and heaping as Jack’s had been when he first sat down.

“Shane Parker,” she admonished. “You go wash your hands, right now. You’re not getting my silverware full of grease again.”

He turned three shades of red. “Miss Bonnie…”

She pointed. “Go.” He frowned, then flushed again as he saw Jack smirk and thrust his chin toward the bathrooms.

The waitress turned on Jack once Shane was inside. The congenial smile she’d worn when Jack first came in was completely gone. Her voice was a harsh whisper. “Don’t you dare hurt that boy.”

Jack sat back and gaped at her, too stunned to be angry. “Excuse me?”

She put both hands on the table, leaning towards him. Jack wasn’t afraid of many people, but this little old woman behaved as if she might carve his eyeballs out with one of her teaspoons.

“Shane’s…special. And he’s been through enough. Couple of your kind beat and robbed him while he was in Atlanta, and now he’s a little…touched.”

“My kind?” Jack asked.

Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t much approve, but Shane is who he is. But you hurt him…” she left the sentence unfinished when she heard the door to the restroom open. Her smile suddenly reappeared as she turned to him, checking his hands before she allowed him to sit and eat his meal.

She threw Jack a look as she walked away. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen such a transformation. She was actually scary.

“She’s got a good apple pie,” Shane suggested when he noticed Jack had stopped eating. He dove into his own plate.

Jack watched the waitress greet new customers and cocked his head, still in disbelief. Where the fuck had that come from? Did he look like a serial killer? He brought his attention back to Shane. “No, I don’t think I can finish this. But thanks,” he said as he picked up his fork again.

Shane glanced across the restaurant at the waitress, then at Jack. A frown popped up. “She, uh, say something?”

“I think she meant well,” Jack answered politely.

Shane’s lips pursed together in annoyance. “They always do, don’t they?”

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About the Author

Great stories should not depend on gender or sexual preference of a character, but instead upon the strength of the characters and the honesty and urgency of the story.

Brandon Shire proves he understands the complexity of writing LGBT fiction from two very different viewpoints – serious and smexy. His serious fiction is written for those who enjoy a book, which explores life’s darker elements in a more literary form, while the smexy fiction is for those who enjoy a graphically erotic romance.

Regardless of the differentiation above, Brandon writes for people who enjoy being challenged, and for those who strive to understand situations they don’t typically encounter. He pens raw, emotional stories about characters, which readers will either love or love to hate.

Life and love are pretty damned special, but neither is always perfect. Life can be painful, and real love hard to find. Brandon’s fiction is an exploration of the (sometimes) arduous search for the happiness we all desire.

Connect with Brandon

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Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Review: The Love of Wicked Men - Season One by Brandon Shire - 5 Stars




The Love of 
Wicked Men 
Boxed Set                 Episodes 1-6


5 Stars






  • ISBN-13: 9781512126921
  • Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
  • Publication date: 6/12/2015 - Paperback available now.
  • Pages: 449

Available at:

10% of the proceeds from the sale of any of Brandon’s 
books are donated to LGBT Youth charities combating homelessness

Buy Direct from Brandon Shire and Save (use code ilovemen for discount)

Full disclosure: I was a lucky beta reader and must admit I'm a little bit involved here. Although I've written short comments on each episode of season one (see my Goodreads reviews) I hadn't written a full review. After reading this backwards and forwards many times would you believe that all I really want to do here is fangirl?

REVIEW

A complex, involved beginning turns out to be only the tip of the iceberg. The further we delve into this story the more vast and interconnected it becomes. You never get to step off, take a break or breathe.



The Blurb:

The Love of Wicked Men is an erotic journey into the underbelly of the legal profession, the corporate culture of profit-at-any-cost, and the secret world of industrial espionage.
Sid Rivers and Jack Brown are two sides of the same coin. One is a lawyer with his own firm and dreams of money and power; the other is a criminal with a lengthy record and a quest for vengeance. When they meet, sparks fly. But was their meeting an accident? Or, was it planned by the billionaires who want to control their destiny?



THE CHARACTERS

Sid Rivers - Bastard Extraordinaire!
Jack Brown - Sexy criminal looser. Or something else entirely?
Drake - Big, silent, broody, badass. Trust me, you don't want to piss off Drake.
Sweeny - Tech geek genius and sex kitten.
Jeffery Marn - He's the one pulling all the strings. Right?
Larry - Sid's legal partner - or is he?
Shane -???  

THE STORY

Sid went to the window and pushed the curtain aside, looking out on the street, wondering if he'd already gotten in over his head. They hadn't chosen Rivers & Dunn because Sid Rivers was a rising legal phenomenon. They wanted Sid's firm because they needed someone who was in no way associated with the oil industry, or with Jeffery Phillips Marn. They also wanted someone who was just as disposable.



On the surface this is a roller coaster ride through an unscrupulous world of law and crime, justice and vengeance. But, oh so surprisingly, upon finishing, I think you'll find that this entire season was a mind game played by the author to see if he could make you, the reader, his bitch! So maybe that makes Brandon Shire the wicked man. Let's say it's something of an experiment to see if you can justify loving wicked men. 

These guys are bad, evil, corrupt, mean, bastards that more than one reader has walked away from. These aren't good guys making nice, uh uh. So, the mission, if you choose to accept it, is to see if you can get to the end without loving these guys just a little bit.  

If you can't set your moral compass in the margin for a moment maybe this one's not for you. But if you're intrigued to find out why other readers have fallen madly in love with these nefarious, debauched men then grab this and see if you can keep your own morality in check, or if you too become Shire's little pawn.

THE WRITING

It's the writing that sets this apart. Shire is a story builder. He shovels around intrigue, layers on some gritty dilemmas, and places each brick so solidly that you don't even see where you've taken your misstep. Be wary of that whiplash effect, because there is going to be more than one incident of, "I didn't see that coming!"

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

You can connect with Brandon Shire in a variety of ways -

Website
Contact
Goodreads Fan Group
Twitter
Google+

Great stories should not depend on gender or sexual preference of a character, but instead upon the strength of the characters and the honesty and urgency of the story.

Brandon Shire proves he understands the complexity of writing LGBT fiction from two very different viewpoints – serious and smexy. His serious fiction is written for those who enjoy a book which explores life’s darker elements in a more literary form, while the smexy fiction is for those who enjoy a graphically erotic romance. Regardless of the differentiation above, Brandon writes for people who enjoy being challenged, and for those who strive to understand situations they don’t typically encounter. He pens raw, emotional stories about characters which readers will either love or love to hate.

Life and love are pretty damned special, but neither is always perfect. Life can be painful, and real love hard to find. Brandon’s fiction is an exploration of the (sometimes) arduous search for happiness we all desire.


10% of the proceeds from the sale of any of Brandon’s book are donated to LGBT Youth charities.

Learn more about Brandon Shire and the LGBT Youth charities he supports at BrandonShire.com
BRANDON SHIRE was chosen as a Top Read in 2011Best in LGBTQ Fiction for 2011 & 2012, and won a Rainbow Award for Best Gay Contemporary Fiction.
10% of the proceeds from the sale of any of Brandon’s books are donated to LGBT Youth charities combating homelessness
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I would like to thank Brandon Shire for providing me with a review copy in exchange for my honest review.

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