In a satirical look at Hollywood, Jason Dallin, a gay housesitter in Beverly Hills, works days at a video store and encounters single-mindedly ambitious actresses, stage mothers, and agents
Like if Tales of the City were set in Melrose Place. A naughty, hilarious showbiz epic that had me feeling nostalgic for Certs breath mints, the back rooms of video stores and when soap operas ruled.
I have to admit that I was a little bit lost at the beginning of the book. But how can I ignore a book with such a delicious title - Sex Toys of the Gods?? So, I got myself to get through the first few pages of the book and got confused by the characters - Gail, Giles, Wren, Jason, Marilyn, Maggie, Marina, Tricia, Violet, Hank and all I really wanted to know more of was Jason.. and Hank. And perhaps naughty Stephan.
The book got me hooked on Violet eventually and pitied Tricia. But seriously, there were enough Hollywoodish-drama plots in the book to make a good, kinky tv series.
After Glamourpuss, I knew somehow Christian would pull off a great novel and this did not disappoint. Only I wish that there were more on Hank and Jason. Good stuff.
Great book to read by a pool with a frilly drink -- or read on your lunch break and *pretend* you are sipping MaiTais. In the scope of gay pop fiction, I found the story compelling enough to hold my interest and the characters funny and empathetic. Plus, the sex scenes weren't cut at the kiss -- I like some real action in my sexy fluff.
Good for a giggle - behind the scenes in music/acting land California with a gay guy who wants a job in the music biz and to find love and passion along the way. Both come eventually, but the journey is certainly a roller-coaster! I loved all the twists and turns.