Like all football jocks, Logan is superstitious to a fault, so when his gay roommate Chance accidentally washes Logan’s lucky underwear, he’s pretty annoyed.
Until he discovers that Chance himself is a kind of good luck charm.
At first it’s just jocks being jocks, but soon it turns into more than that. In search of more and more luck, Logan and his buddies turn Chance into a sort of intimate mascot for the team. And Chance is more than after all, they’re all attractive jocks.
And as for Logan, he’s not sure he’s just doing this for the superstition. Because he kinds of likes Chance, and he likes watching his friends use him for their own superstitious — and more personal — needs.
But every drop of bad luck that Chance swallows is a drop of bad luck that comes back to haunt him. And worse, it’s not just fooling around it’s something more, because Chance has feelings for Logan, and suspects that Logan is developing feelings for him.
Thomas Carver lives the dream, with one foot in the midwest and one on the west coast. He's been seen at the opera and at the biker bar, a cocktail party and the alley behind the dumpsters. He's worked in the hot sun and the air-conditioned office, and knows all the gradations of pleasure between caviar on his tongue and sand between his teeth.
Pretty enjoyable read. Carver writes well as usual, but I am beginning to wonder if he's losing steam. He's pretty much just written the same type of story the past few years: virgin college freshman/sophomore discovers he loves being used and degraded by various jocks (usually football, wrestling, lacrosse, sometimes baseball). Then, it turns out his roommate is either bi or secretly gay and they develop some type of "romantic" relationship. There is a sexually-ambiguous professor or other academic type to bounce philosophical ideas off of, a close friend the MC is not attracted to but who is also rather randy. Rinse and repeat.
I get that writing about college aged dudes allows a certain amount of naivety, a learning curve, etc. Plus it's nice to think about sexy, fit college athletes. Still, a worn trope is a worn trope. Carver could take the same general idea and apply it to a military setting, or perhaps a submissive CEO blackmailed by a rival to be his sex slave or whatever. I like Carver's books a lot, but they're feeling repetitive. In Lucky Chance, even the jock roommate has the same name as the submissive star of Jocks are Jerks series. C'mon, man.
Swallowing hocked loogies? Literally had me gagging.
Nerdy virgin becoming a cumdump for practically everyone? Not really for me.
The focus on athlete funk being hot? Borderline hot, but also not. I was actually afraid that smegma would get mentioned, and I would have noped out SO FAST. I don't mind a little extra musk, but the fear prevented me from getting into the smell'0'vision of it all.
The most egregious part of all of this, though, was Chance calling what he developed with Logan and the team "LOVE."
The sex was hot (generally). Like, as a piece of erotica, it was aight.
Thomas Carver never disappoints with his writing. Lucky Chance is no exception. The writing is always so intelligent, and the characters talk like real people, living today. With Chance, the lucky charm, we are introduced to a young man discovering who he is, what he wants, what he likes, and what he'll do to become the man he believes he is. He may be "the whole with a heart of gold" to some. But he also has a brain, and a conscience that he's not afraid of following, consequences be damned. I really came to love Chance, with all his quirky ideas and conflicted emotions, as he works his way through freshman year on his knees, on his back, and on the minds of many fellow students & faculty, especially his roommate, Logan. And there's even a brief but welcome bit of toe sucking that's always welcome in any story I read. Bravo!
....or not, tbh, I'm not sure if there's something wrong with me for liking this so much.
Let me start by saying, there are definitely things in here that will bother people. First of all, I caught several typos, and I'm not nit-picky about that stuff at all so if I'm catching them that tells me something. Second, the MMC Chance (who is wonderful btw), gets passed around (as in, he's with a lot of different people not just the love interest) and he also gets really mistreated by a lot of jocks. The author clearly implies (and explicitly states several times) that Chance ENJOYS being used/humiliated...buuuttttt.... it was really getting close to some boundaries for me. Like, you can say anything to me while we're doing it, call me a slut, smack me around, whatever, but when it's over, I need to see some sort of aftercare, not just "we're done, get out now". There's a difference between using someone in the bedroom and just plain old using them. Playing with power dynamics requires some level of trust, and there wasn't a whole lot of that in this book, at least not until the last 20% or so (and even then it's a bit questionable). There's also a lot of homophobia/queerphobia in this, so, please be careful if that's a trigger for you.
That being said, this did feel very REAL, at least from what I remember of college, and that was... uncomfortable for me, but sometimes I like to be uncomfortable. SO, what I'm saying is- I liked this, but I didn't always like that I liked it? If that makes sense?
The other thing I liked about this (without the confusing feelings and discomfort) was the whole exploration into luck and philosophy, and the mystery involving the coach, and the way that all resolved - it was really brilliant- and surprising! There's almost a paranormal element in this book (which I love).
And finally, Chance is just a gem of a character, so witty and snarky and so very horny, I absolutely adored him. In conclusion, if you are okay with non-exclusive relationships, humiliation kink, exhibitionism, homophobia, lots and lots of sex scenes, sharing, group sex scenes, etc. give this a try lol
This author never disappoints! I had started the Jocks are Jerks series prior to this so I knew it was going to be good, but I didn't expect to like it so much. The thing about erotica is that it needs to have a good writting style to make it look appealing, but that isn't all that matters and this is proof because it becomes better when the characters have a personality, and it is exactly the case here again.
Chance was hillarious, I seriously found him very cool. I also liked Logan, despite him turning into a bit of an asshole halfway. I found each of their own sexuality discovery nicely done.
Another point I want to highlight is about the romance. I know it isn't classified as such, but I think it did a great job with the main relationship, which is not an usual one. I was very glad this book had a bit more development between both MCs than the other series mentioned because it was something I felt that was missing on that (and I know it is my fault because who is looking out for romance in erotica? Me, a fool). They just had too much chemistry to avoid dating, so I am very satisfied.
Last one I want to discuss is that it delivers exactly what it's presented and more. Each encounter had its own thing and it was appreciated because it never got boring. I loved the humor too and how the story is told in such an engaging way to the point of making me finish it on the same day. Five out of five.
Erotica with a bit of a side story of hazing. I went into this kinda blind based off of a quote I saw on Instagram, was good. Written well-ish. Overall liked it. *shrug* Just also kinda meh. Not a HEA erotica and MC is experimenting with a lot of guys on page so it's not a romancey erotica (by that I mean don't go in expecting this to be a romance cos it isn't!) but still a couple of "cute" moments between Chance and Logan!
I don't think I've ever read such intelligent, witty smut. It was like if William S. Burroughs wrote smut. That's probably not even giving Carver enough credit.
a very fun and sexy read. i especially enjoyed the little "mystery" element about the coach, it made the story a lot more interesting than just hot dudes being hot.