Here we goooooooooooooooooo! Back to scenic Wahredua, with an update on the post-self-destructive-spiral Gray Dulac and the post-junior-douchebro Sam Yarmark, engaged in what is possibly the most facepalm-worthy romcom cliche of them all: fake dating.
FAKE DATING, people. I have a tag for "great premise, sloppy execution"; I should maybe add one for "terrible premise, terrific execution." Anyway, the deal is that Gray Dulac, no longer catting around, blackout drinking, or in imminent danger of being buried alive (but still vaping: ew), has started a nonprofit directed at intimate partner violence. He's operating on a shoestring, he's out of money, and he needs some rich donors. The biggest rich-donor fish is one of those respectable gays -- you know the ones: they would strongly prefer that the kinky/poly/trans queers, also the femmeboys and butch dykes, disappear completely or at least stay out of straight view. Historically speaking, Gray Dulac is ... not respectable.
You know what would make him respectable? A nice steady boyfriend, that's what.
Behold Sam Yarmark. He used to be a macho jerk, or at least a wannabe macho jerk, but a couple of years of mentoring by John-Henry Somerset (i.e., idolizing him) + a lot of diligent note-taking & reading of self-improvement books have turned him into, earnestly, a good guy. The Wahredua PD has an opening for a detective; Sam has been preparing to apply, but trouble is he's been preparing so hard that he has no life outside of work, and since after That Horrorshow involving ex-chief John-Henry, the PD has a lot of work to do to build community trust, any new detective will need to be an engaged member of the Wahredua community.
You know what an engaged member of the Wahredua community might do? He might volunteer with a new nonprofit helping victims of intimate partner violence. Oh, and also fake-date the director.
Sam’s pretty repressed, as in has had no conscious inkling that he’s interested in men, but Gray proves thoughtful, funny, sensitive, and irresistible. Gray’s just looking for help setting up a Greek Life outreach at Wroxhall College (or is it University now? I can’t remember), plus a magic cloak of respectability, but Sam is smart, diligent, sometimes bitchily adorable or adorably bitchy, and irresistible.
Hot sex and love ensue. So (this being A Gregory Ashe Special) does a great big mess, thankfully resolved with a lot of talk and forgiveness going around. John-Henry continues his trajectory of honest self-assessment, too: hooray growth even for the secondary characters! And hooray for Sam’s decidedly slutty Gran, who’s only about a decade older than I am and an inspiration. In her way.
Incidentally, there’s no murder. Amazing.
Thanks to GA for the ARC; this is my honest opinion, based on how much fun I had and how much I cried during the great big mess.