So recently I've been very blah and searching for some mindless entertainment to distract me from life. I tried a few different things before settling on Abel (It Can't Be You) by C.J. Bishop. I grabbed part one of this trilogy as a freebie when I first got my Kindle and then proceeded to forget its existence until this past Thursday. Thus stands my justification for this book that I originally had no intention of including on my Goodreads profile. So how did I get here?
This. Trilogy. Is. Awful.
But the first part totally sucked me in. I don't completely know how that happened. It was a trashy, trashy train wreck and I couldn't stop reading.
...Or arguing out loud about it to no one.
...Or making my brother listen to me bitch.
So many issues at hand.
First, you don't HIV that way! The disease dies very quickly outside the host. It wasn't hanging around alive on a dumpster needle to infect anybody.
Then, your sister was just diagnosed HIV+ and you are foregoing condoms?! This wasn't a spur of the moment thing. There was takeout. Could no one stop at the corner store?
SALIVA ISN'T LUBE!!! Are you trying to traumatize this boy further? Seriously, we get description after description of sizable packages and spit is just supposed to ease the way for someone who hasn't had sex in years? Boy parts don't work like girl parts.
So our plot revolves around Abel Sims who is a stripper supporting himself and his younger sister. They are runaways from an orphanage where Abel was sexually abused for two years. One night an overzealous client injures him prompting an ER visit. Enter Dr. McDreamy aka intern Devlin Grant.
This book suffers from insta-love, just add water. Or in this case, just add a back injury and a sick sister. Abel, who suffers from PTSD and can't abide touch he can't control (aka anything outside the club) is attracted to Dr. McDreamy of the eyes so blue he wants to dive into their depths and never surface. Likewise, the good doc can't forget those amber orbs peeking up at him through dark blonde lashes. Instantly two men who know absolutely nothing about each other begin to fall in love.
Abel asks his friends Cole and Gabe to help him overcome his aversion to touch, resulting in a scene that could have been sweet and sexy if it weren't for the above mentioned issues. I can be a sucker for a little sexual healing. By comparison, the scene between Mick and Toshi in S.A. Payne's Blurring the Lines makes me feel all the feelings. This however was hard to take... pun unintended, but I'm leaving it in there.
Next Abel hooks up with the doc in one of the private rooms at the club. Again, no lube or condoms in sight. I should have been done at this point. BUT I COULDN'T STOP! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
I finished the first book of the trilogy (and I roll my eyes each time I type that) and found myself paying the $.99 for this version which contains the whole thing. Yes I am a glutton for punishment.
I truly enjoyed the first part. Yes it was paper thin and cringe worthy, but somehow I enjoyed all that badness. Like the campy movies I also know ruin any limited credibility my tastes may have ever had.
Part two was insufferable.
Lust doesn't equal love. By the end of the entire trilogy, the boys only conversations have revolved around medical issues and how Abel's and Devlin's pasts intertwine. They know nothing about each other. From the simple things like favorite food, color, or movie to the big topics like wanting kids or long term plans. They have never had a single "get to know you" conversation. For me personally, that isn't love. That sexy body will fade and you will be stuck with whoever that person is underneath. Every action in this goes straight to someone's groin, not the heart.
I take that back. There are a lot of hearts shattering. There are so many shards of hearts following these boys around it would be gamer heaven. I am also surprised no one has drowned in Abel's tears. That boy cries in almost every scene. I am all for a sensitive man who feels, but this was ridiculous.
The descriptions of things were constantly over the top, repetitive and at times made little sense. Twice in the same scene, Savannah "frowned, smiling." What? The character was speaking and I understood what she was going for I think, but those two actions are literally the opposite of each other. Kudos to Savannah for pulling it off.
Another big issue I had was the elevator scene. I don't understand why so many people find this sort of thing romantic. I had this same problem with another book I was reading recently. Abel is avoiding Devlin, so Devlin chases him onto the elevator, stops it between floors and kisses him. That would have been hot if it was the whole story. The rest is that Devlin cornered him and even with Abel saying please don't, grabbed him and kissed him until he responded. I have recently realized that these little interactions can be more triggering for me than an outright rape scene. I hate when someone doesn't listen, especially where the excuse is they couldn't help themselves because of love. If you love me, you don't want me to be uncomfortable. You can't see into my mind. If I say stop, you stop. Abel is torn by the scene, hating himself for responding against his own wishes because he knows it sends a mixed message. The brain is just as important as the heart and physical being. Just because you forced a response, doesn't mean the advance was wanted. It really turned me off Devlin, because it was such a selfish action. It was for Devlin's benefit, not Abel's.
One part of the book that I found myself liking was Kaplan. This surprised me. He wasn't really a good guy, but he wasn't the monster I figured the book was setting him up to be either. I hated Max for putting Abel in the situation, but it all made more sense by the end of things. He also was the only person I ever saw explicitly use lube. Granted it was when he and Abel were doing a role reversal, but I chose to retro-actively deem his previous scenes with Abel when wet heads were mentioned nudging things that lube was involved rather than naturally occurring substances. Still no condoms that I saw though. To be fair I skimmed some of those "love" scenes.
Anyway, despite Kaplan's flaw of being an ass who pays a young man for his *cough*companionship*cough* he was surprisingly sweet by the end...
...and I kinda want to read Max's book now. AGAIN WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!?
All in all, this passed the free minutes I had for a couple of days, but I wouldn't recommend anyone else read it. Kinda wished I'd stopped at the end of part one. It might have been three stars then. Maybe.