1 star: A book with a lot of potential that fell flat due to immature writing.
Cover - typical Loose id, nipples/pecs no faces. Neither attractive nor discouraging.
M/C's - Mark, works as a "field-tist" (scientist in the field) for Searchlight, an organization that seems to hunt/control/monitor paranormal beings. Luke, a genie who lives in a lamp for 20 years at a time. Also, the bad dragon. 3rd person POV alternates between the three of them.
I almost gave up on this several times, but skimmed through to the end just to see how it wrapped up. I'd have to describe the writing as immature. A lot of repetition, conveniences, tiresome personality vagaries and characters who were written as though the author couldn't make up her mind as to just what their personality traits were.
Examples of writing that made me stop, shake my head and re-read:
"It excited him: his nipples, his mind…"
OR
"He dropped his gaze to the gutter. 'Go away. Stay away. I don‟t want to kill you.' Luke crouched beside him and drew his hands from his face. 'Let me clean you up.' Mark tried to smile. 'Yeah. This has got to be pretty gross. Go ahead.'"
There were annoying inconsistencies. Here are a couple:
Benji's falling scales will smell, but he moves into a hotel. Uterine blood should satisfy him for a long time, but he's still hungry after killing a menstruating prostitute. Or: Mark masturbates in the library then later holds a book over his crotch so anyone walking by won't see his erection. Shouldn't he have worried about that earlier?
The main characters' emotions run through a steadily revolving door. One minute Mark is fearful and cringing, the next he's sorry for that, then he's helplessly aroused. Luke is sweet and understanding, which could lickety-split become angry and aloof, then he's hopelessly aroused but fighting it, then giving in, but then he remembers something from fifty years ago and his mind drifts off.
Exposition for convenience: It seemed that Luke had certain powers or limitations that popped up as needed for the plot.
I felt frequently confused about things. One example: Mark's confrontation with the water dragon ends with him giving the dragon a card, telling him to stop killing people and call Searchlight for more nutritious blood. I think this was supposed to be an example of Mark's awesome powers of persuasion, but it felt flat.
Erections are rampant and not in a good way. Mark and Luke get aroused all the time. I think this was supposed to reflect their attraction to each other but, man, it was tiresome.
This phrase used more than a couple of times: "impaled him on his mouth." What does that mean?
The passage of time is confusing - it's afternoon, it's midnight, suddenly its 18 hours later, then a month.
Here's a selection, with my mental comments in brackets, to give an idea of what happened as I read this book:
It never occurred to him to ask Luke for research help. [Why the hell not? Luke's a genie, been around a thousand years, knows all about dragons] The genie, after all, had enough to worry about. [This is true. But those worries had to do with dragons. Which Mark needs to research] Apparently one of those worries was how to get Mark back into a sexual frame of mind despite the danger popping up all over this little corner of the Sunshine State. [Because thinking about sex is so appropriate when you might be dead by dragon at any moment]
Luke had cornered him no less than six times in ten hours, [I shudder to be reminded of algebra] which was impressive considering how often Mark was surrounded by terrified magical beings and other concerned agents. Luke had surprised him into openmouthed kisses four of those six times, and
while Mark might have pretended this was forced and unwanted contact, he
couldn‟t, because he‟d jumped Luke three times, once fervently enough to knock
over a water pitcher. Those “jumps” hadn‟t involved sex, but kisses? Oh yes. And
even a little bold petting. From both of them. [Maybe if your fetish involves numbers you find this passage erotic or romantic]
Nose buried in the local magical history, he rubbed absently at his erection,
realized what he was doing, and blushed. [The roving erection strikes again]
Mark haz secrets. The author works very hard to let hints and innuendos drip through the story until this reader wanted to scream, "Get on with it already. I have it figured out." I think this is a mistake new authors make as they are trying to make their tale an interesting one, as they try to grab the reader's attention and keep them guessing at things.
The idea was a good one, executed poorly.