3.5 stars, rounded down to 3 because this was a nice, easy read, but I’m not sure I’ll remember all that much about it six months from now.
Almost every time I read an Erin Russell book, I’m reminded that I enjoy Erin Russell. Her writing style works for me, the storytelling usually keeps me engaged, and the steam is generally pretty solid. This one was good, but I kept thinking about how much better it could have been.
As other reviewers have mentioned, Tanner and Gray spend a lot of the book apart. It’s a short book, so this never turned into a slog, but the setup was interesting and, at least for me as a moderate omegaverse reader, the framework felt a little different. Which meant there were all these very obvious opportunities for hot, tense interactions between them that just weren’t taken. Green fields everywhere!
I really liked the idea that male omegas are rare and discriminated against. Because let’s be honest, male omegas in a lot of omegaverse are basically women with dicks, so making that presentation something embarrassing and looked down upon in a patriarchal society actually makes a certain amount of sense. Also, it apparently comes with dick shrinkage, which really is insult to injury.
I also appreciated that the book touched on the homosexuality aspect, because most omegaverse books don’t and I personally prefer when they do. I completely understand why some readers would rather immerse themselves in a world where same-sex attraction is as natural and universally accepted as heterosexuality. What a utopia that would be, and it certainly eliminates a lot of angst.
But my own preference is that it’s at least acknowledged as a specific inclination. It doesn’t have to be condemned, but I find something compelling—and, yes, hot—about the fact that some people are simply born attracted to the same gender and living that truth has not always been the easiest path. This book touched on that but I thought it could have gone further.
Russell leaned heavily into Tanner’s external and internalized omega-phobia, which made sense, but I wanted more self-discovery around what being an omega might actually feel like when it isn’t filtered entirely through shame. Give me a little more of Tanner realizing there are things about himself worth embracing.
And give me more Gray being possessive and protective. There’s a scene toward the end where I thought an absolutely over-the-top response was warranted, and while Gray did intervene, I wanted more. My man, this is your omega. Behave accordingly.
Some of the sex was hot in ways that hit my extremely specific buttons because I am, apparently, an absolute dog for age gap/older and more experienced/D/s/instructive/pet names/borderline patronizing sexual dynamics. There was SO much room to go feral with that combination, and I would have eaten it up.
Same with Tanner’s scent. I wanted more of Tanner’s specific scent driving Gray out of his mind. Too often it felt like Gray was reacting to generic omega scent rather than Tanner, specifically, and that distinction matters to me. The scent thing is possibly the most gloriously animalistic part of omegaverse. Lean the fuck in.
So overall, this was an easy read about a fairly stressful subject that missed the opportunity to be a lot more fun. I’ll definitely read Atlas’s book. Probably not Alyssa’s, because while she was cool as shit—and thank you for giving us a genuinely likable female character—I am an MM romance exclusive reader.
P.S. I didn’t mind the cover model for Tanner. Maybe Russell is atoning for the truly awful model on the cover of 68 Whiskey, whom I still refuse to believe resembled either MC in any way.