This book! Extremely well paced--a page turner, a vivid image and scene maker, even if that promise of breath play never materialized. And the addressing of poop issues? *slow, respectful clapping* Hell-o, thank you. Christ, why is this rare in romance?
Hugh and Will were both strong, competent, fully developed men who were unusually good at analyzing themselves and each other (with the exception of the ridiculous idea that Will was a "straight boy"). The author kept it steamy, real steamy, but with a believable and tense build up of attraction and friendship, plus--thank you--no excessive sex scene repeats and therefore no diminishing returns and wandering attention. Whew, those imagination scenes they both made with mere words, huh, Oscar?! Holy hot balls.
The ending was phenomenally disappointing, only because it was hard for me to believe and felt somewhat of a betrayal. The investment I had in these men and their incredibly strong intimacy... tsk, it seemed like a kick in the face, a fuck-you-ha-ha-gotcha waste. It was odd that they were okay with a looser, non traditional friendship. But then, I strongly believe there is a cycle (and types of endings, after growth) to the importance and "use" of each person who enters an individual's life. So, I could work myself up to believing. Still....
When I read the blurbs for the rest of the series (which are serious spoilers--so don't do it), I was not inspired to immediately read the rest. (Thankfully, the story does go on--it needs to--since there is no resolution to either man's romance.) I may check them out later because the author's character creation and development were stellar, but yeah, no fuck-me-I-gotta-read-now desire.