Status Updates From Beach Balls (Balls to the ...

This is the third book in a row where one MC is named Skylar/Schylar

Gee, I didn't see this coming at all. *eye roll*

Houston, we have a nelly bottom with a weeping asshole. Repeat, we have a weeping asshole.

There are some cheesy, but surprisingly funny bits in this.

I'm no expert, but I'm fairly certain that the number one rule of SCUBA diving is to never do it alone. What a tool.

"The kid smiled and fluttered his lashes. Adam's cock fluttered back." *snicker*

"I'll have you hugging whales soon."

"The real Adam James didn't scare octopuses."

"The real Adam James liked ducks."

"No offense to women; he liked them better than most men. Just not to fuck."

"He couldn't have art like that in his own house, though. People might get the right idea."

"Thank you, Adam. For showing me what a stubborn, self-righteous prick I can be." Bam. Right there. That hit the nail on the head. I want to like Sky but don't because he's a stubborn, self-righteous prick who thinks the worse of Adam. And he's wrong because Adam is a good guy ... a good attorney ... a good developer. Sky can go f*ck himself if Adam is not good enough for him.

Um. Ok. Adam just outed himself to one of the asshole WMA partners and is worried. But I'd be more worried about the California Bar. An attorney has fiduciary duties and sleeping (literally) with the enemy is a conflict of interest that needed to be disclosed. Big HUGE no-no. And so very wrong.

Oh shit. Ruh-roh.

review forthcoming