Noah’s getting married after a whirlwind romance to a charming Irishman he met one night in a gay bar. But then he meets his fiancé’s oldest friend and best man—Patrick Walsh. The spark Noah shares with Patrick is impossible to ignore, but he refuses to break his fiancé’s heart… even though it’s looking more like he’ll have to break his own in order to say “I do” and make his vows.
This review is for the same book The Best Man by Lola Carson (pseudonym); read 12/30/14.
This is the most sublime wallow in unremitting sexual tension that I’ve read in quite some time. All the more because of the wrongness.
We’ve all been there. That thing we shouldn’t have done but did anyway. That extra bowl of B&J’s Cherry Garcia ice cream, that extra shot of tequila, that terrible lie or deception that seemed so necessary at the time. That booty call hook-up with someone that couldn’t be denied… until the morning after… Reading this felt like that. Guilt and pleasure entwined.
Noah is engaged to be married to Connor… the wedding plans are underway. Noah and Connor are so closely bound to each other and not in all the healthiest of ways. It’s poor man to rich man, younger to older, beholden to generous… everything seems ok on the surface but the foundation is shaky.
So when Connor’s best man, the gorgeous and sexy, Patrick, comes on the scene he’s like the flame to Noah’s moth. The attraction is irresistible and dangerous.
Noah and Patrick flirt and skirt and circle around and move into this thing between them… so slowly because they know it’s wrong. But it is delicious. For them and for the reader. The wrongness includes the prurient, wicked appeal.
This author is deft in coloring the characters, keeping them real (and relatable-- well, mostly, at least for this reader, anyway), winding it up and spinning their dangerous dance. Loved it. If you don’t like cheating, this probably won’t be the read for you. Still, for this reader, the HEA does come with a heavy cost, like most things in life. Someone has to get hurt and that’s no fun at all. I guess what I really liked was the grayness of this, it’s neither right nor wrong. It’s that lovely ambiguity that pushes this up a half-star.