There's a world, like, five years ago, where Ms. Lane would've written a book about Cotton, and thought, "huh, this kid got thrown out of his family because of being gay, and then wound up turning tricks on the street, and then got into porn, and then had a breakdown. I can hang a whole novel on that. Maybe his beau will be some nice optometrist who just loves him to bits, and we'll have a lot of eating disorder content, and the side plot will be, like, him reuniting with his sister."
But that world is long gone. Now we have psychics and weirdo military ops that operate inside the US (because, meh, who ever said the FBI and the military were different), and trained murderers who have gone bad, and child sex trafficking and guns trafficking and our poor porn star has to nurse someone who's nearly died back to health in the flophouse before they get shipped off to Tahoe to recover at a cabin until the murderers and criminals show up again.
All told, I'm not convinced things are better now. Because now we have:
“Let’s say there’s a gas station out in the godsforsaken stretch of highway between Las Vegas and Los Angeles that’s almost a hellmouth for weird shit and gay men with a special set of skills. My boyfriend works there, my best friend runs the place, and all sorts of interesting people have gravitated that way, including Rivers and Cramer. And the people there may not always do things the legal way, but I’d trust pretty much all of them to do the right thing.”
So, see, we're back to "no, see, these are the badgood guys" who break the law on all kinds of things and break the rules because, you know, the rest of the world is morally evil but these are the ones who are actually good and inspire loyalty.
Oh, right, and good goddamn, they have The Perfect Sex. Like, it's so perfect that they routinely dissociate while they're having it. Thank goodness they're all pretty, since they're porn stars or ex-porn stars, or military-but-not-chubby (except the one guy who provides comic relief! he's balding and chubby! I guess he doesn't get a book...).
(About Lance, who got to be the star of Book 1, Cotton has this to say:
“Lance, one of the most beautiful men he’d ever seen in porn or out of it, with coal black hair, delicately gold-toned features, and almond-shaped brown eyes, sliced through the stranger’s black T-shirt and heavy-duty uniform cargo pants”.)
Like, I think I liked Old Amy Lane more, and I wish she didn't have to be like this now, because she has to keep track of all of the ridiculousness she's built, and be like, "oh, but what if there were ALIENS. And, uh, KRAKENS. WITH SPACE LASERS."
That's my prediction for the next series, friends. Alien krakens with space lasers.