William Maltese’s novel, WHEN SUMMER COMES, is a prime example of more being even better than less. Less, in this case, referring to Maltese’s absolutely exquisite and extraordinary turn-on gay short stories that, collected in his books CALIFORNIA CREAMIN’ and SUMMER SWEAT, have literally jumped off the bookstore shelves. Where Maltese’s short stories forever have us wishing they would last longer, he has, this time around, performed the miracle of giving us 289 pages of run-on, fun-in-the-sun sex ... sex ... sex, and still leaves us wanting more ... more ... more. WHEN SUMMER COMES comes complete with all of the characters so well-delineated in Maltese’s shorter stories -- the hustlers and studs, the surfers and sunbathers, the movie stars and the television producer, the cowboy and Indian, the horny over-sexed teenagers and the traveling salesmen, the voyeurs and fetishists, the rich and the beautiful, the gay, the gayer, the gayest -- deliciously fleshed out, along with an expanded plot-line, in this longer, bigger, grander format. From the beaches of sunny Florida, where young hustler Jason Summer decides to head west for the sunny beaches of California ... to those bleach-bone white west-coast stretches of sand whereon one group of promiscuous teenager surfers enjoy its final year of high school ... Maltese keeps us caught up in this sexy sensual romp that’s written in the very best erotic tradition.
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