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Grant Rensler knows he’s considered uptight, even at the law firm where he’s been working overtime to make partner—but he simply likes his privacy. When he discovers that some guy has been taking dips in his pool while he's at work, he’s furious.
Ned Hill has been attempting to recreate one of his favorite movies to help him jump-start his creativity. When he’s found doing laps in a neighbor’s pool, he feels a little guilty about disturbing the homeowner, who flips out. Ned is intrigued by the man, so very different from his usual, more laid-back partners.
Then, when they run into each other again, Ned decides he’s definitely interested. He’s just got to convince Grant he’s not trying to ruin his life or career — and that the attraction of opposites can be good for him...Very, very good.
Ned Hill has been attempting to recreate one of his favorite movies to help him jump-start his creativity. When he’s found doing laps in a neighbor’s pool, he feels a little guilty about disturbing the homeowner, who flips out. Ned is intrigued by the man, so very different from his usual, more laid-back partners.
Then, when they run into each other again, Ned decides he’s definitely interested. He’s just got to convince Grant he’s not trying to ruin his life or career — and that the attraction of opposites can be good for him...Very, very good.
59 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 1, 2012
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62 books227 followersSummer Devon is the pen name writer Kate Rothwell often uses. Whether the characters are male or female, human or dragon, her books are always romance.
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May 30, 2013Have you ever had that feeling of eating something really good, and thinking, I would wish more, but then, considering that the morsel was the right mix of flavours without stuffing you? That is the feeling I had upon finishing Game On. I knew Summer Devon, and I was expecting to like the characters and the writing; on that front this author doesn’t disappoint. What I was not expecting was for the story to be short, a novella, because usually, if I like the characters, a novella is too short to satisfy my need to spend time with them.
But Game On had a nice development of the story, even if, basically, it’s four scene in total: boy meets boy, boy fights boy, boy falls in love with boy, boy and boy live happily ever after. But the strong asset are the characters, Grant and Ned; both different types of nerd at school, they managed to become successful in their respective fields, but those fields are so different that they seem unlikely as a couple.
I like the sexiness that seems unborn in Ned, and I like the uptightness of Grant, who is able to unleash a dominant lover when necessary; I also like that Grant, while admitting having a relationship with Ned is not politically correct (for working related reasons), in any case doesn’t deny to himself the pleasure to indulge, and with no regret.
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But Game On had a nice development of the story, even if, basically, it’s four scene in total: boy meets boy, boy fights boy, boy falls in love with boy, boy and boy live happily ever after. But the strong asset are the characters, Grant and Ned; both different types of nerd at school, they managed to become successful in their respective fields, but those fields are so different that they seem unlikely as a couple.
I like the sexiness that seems unborn in Ned, and I like the uptightness of Grant, who is able to unleash a dominant lover when necessary; I also like that Grant, while admitting having a relationship with Ned is not politically correct (for working related reasons), in any case doesn’t deny to himself the pleasure to indulge, and with no regret.
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November 27, 2013
Goodreads said I should add the review. How can I say no? Even though I wrote the book.
Here's an excerpt. That'll make this less skeevy.
With gratitude to Jenny M and Sarah F (and of course, Linda)
Chapter One
The set of wet footprints next to the pool—the second time this week—pushed him to an edge he hadn’t felt in years. Grant was generally even-tempered; certainly he never burned with fury. The stress of work must have caught up with him. His home, his sanctuary, was the one aspect of his life he could control—or had been able to until someone invaded his privacy.
He pulled out his cell phone and called the security company he’d seen listed on his neighbor’s front lawn. Within minutes, he’d arranged to have the half-acre property set up with cameras, motion sensors, the whole damn thing. A rush job, yes please. They’d be out tomorrow.
After he hung up, he realized he might have to take a whole day off of work just to wait for them. Funny how blind rage could turn him into an idiot. He had too much work.
Then he thought about that big, wet footprint and decided missing a day at the office would be worth it. He wanted to protect his little corner of the world.
The next morning, as he waited for the security firm to show up, Grant paced the bungalow and the carefully landscaped garden. He stared at the fence someone had easily gotten over.
He treasured the control he’d felt in his home. He also liked being alone. Sure, Wolf would probably dig in for a long visit next time he came east, but Grant would be okay with the old man on the property. If they couldn’t share a space, there was a small house next to the pool, and Grant could go live out there. The old guy would get a kick out of that.
He still hadn’t called work and reluctantly punched in the number for Nina, the partner in charge of the entertainment division. She clucked and sighed. “Fine. Take off today, but you have to be here Thursday,” she reminded him. “That morning meeting is crucial. God knows why they insist on holding it here and not their office, but you’re the one who’s done all the work on the—”
He interrupted. “I’ll be there by tomorrow at the latest.” He didn’t bother to point out to Nina that he hadn’t taken a day off for two months, and that included weekends.
“You couldn’t just get your maid to stay over?”
He didn’t have a maid, but he didn’t bother to tell her that he liked to clean and disliked the thought of strangers touching his stuff. People at the firm already thought he was weird.
“I will be in the minute the security people finish the job,” he said. “It could be just a couple of hours from now or—” Something splashed. Outside his house. “Shit. Gotta go.” He clicked off.
A guy was in his pool, swimming steadily and strong. For a second, Grant stared at the shadow-dappled pool, at the man expertly cutting through the water. The guy was at least twenty pounds heavier than Grant and had some impressive muscles. The swimmer’s shoulders flexed as he raised his arms, one at a time, in a smooth, easy stroke. A tattoo of some sort flashed as he drew one muscular arm from the water.
No. Grant refused to be frightened by this asshole, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to be attracted to him.
If Grant had felt a bit less pissed off, he might have called 9-1-1 and stayed inside, but the sight of the intruder doing a graceful underwater flip at the deep end and starting back down the length of the pool, his pool, pushed him over that edge.
He grabbed the fireplace poker and flung open the door. “Hey, moron. What are you doing on my property? This is not the goddamn YMCA.”
The guy didn’t slow until he got to the shallow end of the pool. He touched the wall with his outstretched hand and then rose to his feet, dripping. He shook his hair from his face like a dog, then shoved it back with both hands. Wet, his hair plastered to his head and trailed past his ears. Tarzan. The trespassing jerk looked like Tarzan, except Tarzan didn’t have a pierced nipple or an earring or a tattoo over his shoulder and down one side.
“Is that a weapon? Hey, no need to get upset.” The trespasser had the trace of a Southern accent: git upsat.
“What the fuck are you doing in my pool?”
The big guy raised his eyebrows. “I think it’s called the Australian crawl?”
“This isn’t the first time you’ve been here, asshole. You were here yesterday and the day before. I found your footprints.”
“Yeah, you caught me,” the big guy admitted cheerfully. “This is a nice pool. Don’t worry. I hose off before I get in.” He pointed to the corner of the pool house, and sure enough, water dripped from the hose.
Grant gawked at him. Don’t worry? Was the man serious? “Are you serious?”
“Some of the time.” The guy had a huge smile, lots of white teeth. He was large, looked in good shape and hailed from the South—Grant guessed he’d been some kind of football player in high school, who probably got by on his popularity and looks back then. He’d been the sort causing all kinds of hell while the school officials turned the other way or even chuckled, calling his bullying “shenanigans” or “youthful energy.” He must have gotten all those tattoos and piercings when he was drunk with his fellow frat boys.
Grant wanted to scare the guy, make him lose that King of the Universe attitude. He charged back into the house, grabbed his phone, and raced back out to the pool deck. “I’m calling the police,” he snarled. “Get the hell off my property.”
“Hold up. I’ll be on my way.” The guy climbed out of the pool easily. Definitely an athlete. Grant eyed his damp body with disfavor. Some muscle, the hint of a six-pack, but he wasn’t cut sharply like a gym rat. He was close enough, though, and was just the sort of guy Grant had spent most of his adolescence dreaming about, and exactly the sort to target the skinny Grant with an unpleasant dose of that goddamn “youthful energy”.
The moron swimmer grabbed a towel on a chair. It was blue, large, and clean-looking. At least that wasn’t one of Grant’s.
“You’re not usually home during the day,” the stranger remarked as he rubbed his head.
“That’s right. I’m missing work because of you.”
The guy lowered the towel and grinned again. His hair was charmingly rumpled, and the fucker probably practiced making that dimple in the mirror. “Oh yeah? Want to go swimming with me? I’m hitting the house on the corner next.” He pointed.
“What are you talking about?”
“You said you’re missing work. Might as well have fun on your day off.”
“I’m waiting here because I’m getting a security system installed. Next time you set foot here, you’ll be arrested.”
The guy whistled. “You are awfully pissed. I expect you’re not a Burt Lancaster fan.”
Grant’s head began to pound. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“The Swimmer.” He shook his head mournfully, blinked back some water that dribbled into his eye, which was blue. “That thing was like the Twilight Zone. Lost-soul theme. I’m working with that at the moment, lone guy gradually facing the fact that his reality is a sham. I’ve been having too much fun to get it, though.”
Definitely headache time. “You think you’re Burt Lancaster?”
“Not even on my good days.” He sat down on the lawn chair. Water dripped through the slats. “I am Ned, though.”
Grant didn’t bother asking him to explain. “Why are you still here?”
The guy said cheerily, “Nice to meet you too.”
“Maybe I’m not making myself clear enough. I am going to call the police.”
“I’m going. I just need to get my shoes on.” He held up a sandal, a Teva or something.
Grant took in a long, slow breath, calmer now that the man showed signs of leaving.
He leaned against the patio doorway, fingering the phone, watching Ned in case he changed his mind. Now that he’d lost the red haze of rage, Grant became curious. “Why were you swimming in my pool?”
“I’ve been stuck doing the same old, same old.” He tapped the side of his shaggy head.
Okay, definitely crazy. Grant almost felt bad for the guy and was glad he hadn’t called the police. While he didn’t want strangers doing laps in his pool, he couldn’t condemn someone who had to fight strange impulses. His mother had had episodes like that, before she took off and left him with Wolf.
“You were stuck?” he prompted, almost gentle now.
“Ideas. What to do next. I was giving the pool tour one more try.” Ned pulled on the other sandal and stood. “Sorry you got annoyed. I try to wait until everyone is gone for the day or in the evening. I had you pegged as a gone-early, out-late type,” he said, still entirely cheerful and unrepentant. Definitely crazy. He draped the towel over his shoulders. “What time is it?”
Grant glanced at his phone. “Nine.”
“I guess I better get back to work.”
“You have a job?”
“I’m sorta self-employed. I pulled an all-nighter.” He yawned and scratched the side of his large, tanned arm, right at the start of the tattoo, which seemed to be a swirling figure or series of symbols. “I won’t be back. A real pity, because your pool is my favorite. Ah well, it’s time to try something else anyway. Maybe a visit to the ocean or a cave.”
“That would be less offensive than trespassing on other people’s property.”
The man snorted. “You are a little uptight.”
“That would be none of your business,” Grant said.
The man laughed. “Yup.” He pulled on a shabby T-shirt with zombies chasing a ninja on it. He walked over, smiling, hand out. Grant automatically shook. Too well trained, he thought, as he realized what he was doing. He yanked his hand away and took a step back.
“Good to meet you. I’ve wondered about the people who lived here,” Ned said.
“Now you know—the owner is someone with a brand-new security system, so you should stay out,” Grant said, but without the growling fury now.
Laughing, Ned walked down the brick path, and he vaulted over the locked garden gate.
A crazy guy who got by on charm and ignoring other people’s rights.
Here's an excerpt. That'll make this less skeevy.
With gratitude to Jenny M and Sarah F (and of course, Linda)
Chapter One
The set of wet footprints next to the pool—the second time this week—pushed him to an edge he hadn’t felt in years. Grant was generally even-tempered; certainly he never burned with fury. The stress of work must have caught up with him. His home, his sanctuary, was the one aspect of his life he could control—or had been able to until someone invaded his privacy.
He pulled out his cell phone and called the security company he’d seen listed on his neighbor’s front lawn. Within minutes, he’d arranged to have the half-acre property set up with cameras, motion sensors, the whole damn thing. A rush job, yes please. They’d be out tomorrow.
After he hung up, he realized he might have to take a whole day off of work just to wait for them. Funny how blind rage could turn him into an idiot. He had too much work.
Then he thought about that big, wet footprint and decided missing a day at the office would be worth it. He wanted to protect his little corner of the world.
The next morning, as he waited for the security firm to show up, Grant paced the bungalow and the carefully landscaped garden. He stared at the fence someone had easily gotten over.
He treasured the control he’d felt in his home. He also liked being alone. Sure, Wolf would probably dig in for a long visit next time he came east, but Grant would be okay with the old man on the property. If they couldn’t share a space, there was a small house next to the pool, and Grant could go live out there. The old guy would get a kick out of that.
He still hadn’t called work and reluctantly punched in the number for Nina, the partner in charge of the entertainment division. She clucked and sighed. “Fine. Take off today, but you have to be here Thursday,” she reminded him. “That morning meeting is crucial. God knows why they insist on holding it here and not their office, but you’re the one who’s done all the work on the—”
He interrupted. “I’ll be there by tomorrow at the latest.” He didn’t bother to point out to Nina that he hadn’t taken a day off for two months, and that included weekends.
“You couldn’t just get your maid to stay over?”
He didn’t have a maid, but he didn’t bother to tell her that he liked to clean and disliked the thought of strangers touching his stuff. People at the firm already thought he was weird.
“I will be in the minute the security people finish the job,” he said. “It could be just a couple of hours from now or—” Something splashed. Outside his house. “Shit. Gotta go.” He clicked off.
A guy was in his pool, swimming steadily and strong. For a second, Grant stared at the shadow-dappled pool, at the man expertly cutting through the water. The guy was at least twenty pounds heavier than Grant and had some impressive muscles. The swimmer’s shoulders flexed as he raised his arms, one at a time, in a smooth, easy stroke. A tattoo of some sort flashed as he drew one muscular arm from the water.
No. Grant refused to be frightened by this asshole, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to be attracted to him.
If Grant had felt a bit less pissed off, he might have called 9-1-1 and stayed inside, but the sight of the intruder doing a graceful underwater flip at the deep end and starting back down the length of the pool, his pool, pushed him over that edge.
He grabbed the fireplace poker and flung open the door. “Hey, moron. What are you doing on my property? This is not the goddamn YMCA.”
The guy didn’t slow until he got to the shallow end of the pool. He touched the wall with his outstretched hand and then rose to his feet, dripping. He shook his hair from his face like a dog, then shoved it back with both hands. Wet, his hair plastered to his head and trailed past his ears. Tarzan. The trespassing jerk looked like Tarzan, except Tarzan didn’t have a pierced nipple or an earring or a tattoo over his shoulder and down one side.
“Is that a weapon? Hey, no need to get upset.” The trespasser had the trace of a Southern accent: git upsat.
“What the fuck are you doing in my pool?”
The big guy raised his eyebrows. “I think it’s called the Australian crawl?”
“This isn’t the first time you’ve been here, asshole. You were here yesterday and the day before. I found your footprints.”
“Yeah, you caught me,” the big guy admitted cheerfully. “This is a nice pool. Don’t worry. I hose off before I get in.” He pointed to the corner of the pool house, and sure enough, water dripped from the hose.
Grant gawked at him. Don’t worry? Was the man serious? “Are you serious?”
“Some of the time.” The guy had a huge smile, lots of white teeth. He was large, looked in good shape and hailed from the South—Grant guessed he’d been some kind of football player in high school, who probably got by on his popularity and looks back then. He’d been the sort causing all kinds of hell while the school officials turned the other way or even chuckled, calling his bullying “shenanigans” or “youthful energy.” He must have gotten all those tattoos and piercings when he was drunk with his fellow frat boys.
Grant wanted to scare the guy, make him lose that King of the Universe attitude. He charged back into the house, grabbed his phone, and raced back out to the pool deck. “I’m calling the police,” he snarled. “Get the hell off my property.”
“Hold up. I’ll be on my way.” The guy climbed out of the pool easily. Definitely an athlete. Grant eyed his damp body with disfavor. Some muscle, the hint of a six-pack, but he wasn’t cut sharply like a gym rat. He was close enough, though, and was just the sort of guy Grant had spent most of his adolescence dreaming about, and exactly the sort to target the skinny Grant with an unpleasant dose of that goddamn “youthful energy”.
The moron swimmer grabbed a towel on a chair. It was blue, large, and clean-looking. At least that wasn’t one of Grant’s.
“You’re not usually home during the day,” the stranger remarked as he rubbed his head.
“That’s right. I’m missing work because of you.”
The guy lowered the towel and grinned again. His hair was charmingly rumpled, and the fucker probably practiced making that dimple in the mirror. “Oh yeah? Want to go swimming with me? I’m hitting the house on the corner next.” He pointed.
“What are you talking about?”
“You said you’re missing work. Might as well have fun on your day off.”
“I’m waiting here because I’m getting a security system installed. Next time you set foot here, you’ll be arrested.”
The guy whistled. “You are awfully pissed. I expect you’re not a Burt Lancaster fan.”
Grant’s head began to pound. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“The Swimmer.” He shook his head mournfully, blinked back some water that dribbled into his eye, which was blue. “That thing was like the Twilight Zone. Lost-soul theme. I’m working with that at the moment, lone guy gradually facing the fact that his reality is a sham. I’ve been having too much fun to get it, though.”
Definitely headache time. “You think you’re Burt Lancaster?”
“Not even on my good days.” He sat down on the lawn chair. Water dripped through the slats. “I am Ned, though.”
Grant didn’t bother asking him to explain. “Why are you still here?”
The guy said cheerily, “Nice to meet you too.”
“Maybe I’m not making myself clear enough. I am going to call the police.”
“I’m going. I just need to get my shoes on.” He held up a sandal, a Teva or something.
Grant took in a long, slow breath, calmer now that the man showed signs of leaving.
He leaned against the patio doorway, fingering the phone, watching Ned in case he changed his mind. Now that he’d lost the red haze of rage, Grant became curious. “Why were you swimming in my pool?”
“I’ve been stuck doing the same old, same old.” He tapped the side of his shaggy head.
Okay, definitely crazy. Grant almost felt bad for the guy and was glad he hadn’t called the police. While he didn’t want strangers doing laps in his pool, he couldn’t condemn someone who had to fight strange impulses. His mother had had episodes like that, before she took off and left him with Wolf.
“You were stuck?” he prompted, almost gentle now.
“Ideas. What to do next. I was giving the pool tour one more try.” Ned pulled on the other sandal and stood. “Sorry you got annoyed. I try to wait until everyone is gone for the day or in the evening. I had you pegged as a gone-early, out-late type,” he said, still entirely cheerful and unrepentant. Definitely crazy. He draped the towel over his shoulders. “What time is it?”
Grant glanced at his phone. “Nine.”
“I guess I better get back to work.”
“You have a job?”
“I’m sorta self-employed. I pulled an all-nighter.” He yawned and scratched the side of his large, tanned arm, right at the start of the tattoo, which seemed to be a swirling figure or series of symbols. “I won’t be back. A real pity, because your pool is my favorite. Ah well, it’s time to try something else anyway. Maybe a visit to the ocean or a cave.”
“That would be less offensive than trespassing on other people’s property.”
The man snorted. “You are a little uptight.”
“That would be none of your business,” Grant said.
The man laughed. “Yup.” He pulled on a shabby T-shirt with zombies chasing a ninja on it. He walked over, smiling, hand out. Grant automatically shook. Too well trained, he thought, as he realized what he was doing. He yanked his hand away and took a step back.
“Good to meet you. I’ve wondered about the people who lived here,” Ned said.
“Now you know—the owner is someone with a brand-new security system, so you should stay out,” Grant said, but without the growling fury now.
Laughing, Ned walked down the brick path, and he vaulted over the locked garden gate.
A crazy guy who got by on charm and ignoring other people’s rights.
February 18, 2013
This review can be found at Brief Encounters Reviews.
Grant is a lawyer who likes his wife a particular way. He is driven at work, likes his life just so and when he realizes that someone has been coming into his yard to use his pool when he’s at work he freaks. He immediately calls a security firm and while waiting the guy comes back. Oh he’s furious and he’s pretty sure the guy in the pool is slightly mentally unbalanced. But after throwing a hissy fit, the guy finally leaves. Grant refuses to admit he’s hot, and he’s probably nothing but trouble since he’s just like the jocks Grant was attracted to in school.
The next morning he has to make a very important presentation to a gaming company as his firm tries to get their business. Much to his dismay, when he walks in, the pool guy is the owner of the gaming firm. It doesn’t help that Grant has no interest in games. He’s far too responsible and logical, but does his presentation, then finally acts completely out of character and walks out. However Ned, the pool guy, gives them the contract and proceeds to come on to Grant, who to his own surprise, gives in.
I love prickly characters and Grant is as prickly as they come. His desire to be responsible, controlled and have his own space comes from a childhood with none of that which you find out later. And while Ned comes across as a flaky creative type, he’s much more logical and sensible that he seems. So maybe they aren’t quite as different as it seems at first light. I liked how Grant didn’t completely freak out about how he felt and how he acted. It seemed that Ned came into his life at a time he had to think about his life and if it was the way he really wanted it. I thought his story about his childhood while sad, was also sweet and the whole concept of “making your family” was well done.
I also enjoyed Ned’s relationship with his best friend, where really, they are both 12 year olds in adult bodies. They write notes to each other during the meeting, the friend sketching drawings, and playing with his food making it a fun and amusing relationship. I have to say I was delighted to see this was about gaming, an area I work in. I think the author must know someone game developers or work in the industry, because based on the ones I’ve met it, seemed pretty on-point. Flighty and creative and fun.
There was some evidence of “head hopping” which on the whole doesn’t bother me, but the POV often flitted from Ned to Grant and back pretty quickly. I was so enjoying the two men and the sexual tension between them it didn’t really bother me, but it may be a personal thing or not. A cute read to pick up for .99.
Grant is a lawyer who likes his wife a particular way. He is driven at work, likes his life just so and when he realizes that someone has been coming into his yard to use his pool when he’s at work he freaks. He immediately calls a security firm and while waiting the guy comes back. Oh he’s furious and he’s pretty sure the guy in the pool is slightly mentally unbalanced. But after throwing a hissy fit, the guy finally leaves. Grant refuses to admit he’s hot, and he’s probably nothing but trouble since he’s just like the jocks Grant was attracted to in school.
The next morning he has to make a very important presentation to a gaming company as his firm tries to get their business. Much to his dismay, when he walks in, the pool guy is the owner of the gaming firm. It doesn’t help that Grant has no interest in games. He’s far too responsible and logical, but does his presentation, then finally acts completely out of character and walks out. However Ned, the pool guy, gives them the contract and proceeds to come on to Grant, who to his own surprise, gives in.
I love prickly characters and Grant is as prickly as they come. His desire to be responsible, controlled and have his own space comes from a childhood with none of that which you find out later. And while Ned comes across as a flaky creative type, he’s much more logical and sensible that he seems. So maybe they aren’t quite as different as it seems at first light. I liked how Grant didn’t completely freak out about how he felt and how he acted. It seemed that Ned came into his life at a time he had to think about his life and if it was the way he really wanted it. I thought his story about his childhood while sad, was also sweet and the whole concept of “making your family” was well done.
I also enjoyed Ned’s relationship with his best friend, where really, they are both 12 year olds in adult bodies. They write notes to each other during the meeting, the friend sketching drawings, and playing with his food making it a fun and amusing relationship. I have to say I was delighted to see this was about gaming, an area I work in. I think the author must know someone game developers or work in the industry, because based on the ones I’ve met it, seemed pretty on-point. Flighty and creative and fun.
There was some evidence of “head hopping” which on the whole doesn’t bother me, but the POV often flitted from Ned to Grant and back pretty quickly. I was so enjoying the two men and the sexual tension between them it didn’t really bother me, but it may be a personal thing or not. A cute read to pick up for .99.
October 5, 2012
This had me laughing, especially in the beginning. Ned is a character...a good one, a funny one, and a perfect foil for Grant.
This was a cute, fun and easy read for me.
I felt, though, that it could have earned more stars by pacing the development of the relationship better. It is a bit sudden that Grant experiences and implements a 180 degree change in attitude and behaviour. The ending, wherein this change takes place, feels rushed generally and this is to the plot's disservice.
There was potential here for more.
This was a cute, fun and easy read for me.
I felt, though, that it could have earned more stars by pacing the development of the relationship better. It is a bit sudden that Grant experiences and implements a 180 degree change in attitude and behaviour. The ending, wherein this change takes place, feels rushed generally and this is to the plot's disservice.
There was potential here for more.
March 17, 2020
My only complaint is that I want more of Ned and Grant, preferably a few more years worth!
January 16, 2013
Liked this story and gets an EXTRA star for mentioning one of my favorite forgotten classic movies. Ned and Grant are a interesting opposites attract couple. I like their interaction and the reactions they had to each other.
May 29, 2014
Super quick read! It was really sweet and satisfying, like...I dunno, fresh diced strawberries for dessert. It left me wanting a little more, but at the same time satisfied with what I got. Short fiction gets a win on this one. Recommend.
September 29, 2012
A very unique set up. But, once it clears why the guy swam in his swimming pool, it turned to usual m/m romance.
January 13, 2013
Was it the best book? No. But it was good and the characters were well developed for how short the story was.
February 20, 2021
The blurb was so interesting, but after a few pages in, the story fizzled, and I kinda lost interest in it.
December 28, 2017
4+ Stars
A MOST enjoyable read!
A MOST enjoyable read!
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