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Book Review of Zero at the Bone, by Jane Seville

Zero at the Bone

I borrowed a copy of Zero at the Bone, Jane Seville. (Thanks, M.)

Description from Goodreads:
After witnessing a mob hit, surgeon Jack Francisco is put into protective custody to keep him safe until he can testify. A hitman known only as D is blackmailed into killing Jack, but when he tracks him down, his weary conscience won’t allow him to murder an innocent man. Finding in each other an unlikely ally, Jack and D are soon on the run from shadowy enemies. 

Forced to work together to survive, the two men forge a bond that ripens into unexpected passion. Jack sees the wounded soul beneath D’s cold, detached exterior, and D finds in Jack the person who can help him reclaim the man he once was. As the day of Jack’s testimony approaches, he and D find themselves not only fighting for their lives… but also fighting for their future. A future together.

Review:
I’ll admit I expected a lot from this book. People seem to love it. There are tons of raving reviews out there. Plus, well, it claims it name from a poem by Emily Dickinson, for crypes sake. I mean, that’s got to count for something, right?

And I’ll also say up front that I didn’t necessarily dislike it. This is one of those books that I think is designed to make women go weak at the knees; watching a big, tough, emotionally closeted man break down for that one special person and rejoin the human race. This is a theme that really seems to work for a lot of us, my self included. So, it did resonate with me. Don’t think otherwise.

I even liked the characters. D was one of those growly, silent types that pushes all my buttons and Jack seemed to be a smart, capable man who I also liked well enough, even if he did become progressively more twink-like as the book progressed, making his character feel a little inconsistent. (Another reviewer likened him to a teenage girl, and while I think this is an exaggeration, there is definitely a degeneration of his adult maleness as the book moves along. The book starts to feel very het-like by the end.)

However, despite being attracted to the basic type of mm romance this is and actually liking the characters themselves, the book wasn’t a huge success for me. The main reason is that it felt…it seemed…hm, well let me just compare two rivers for you as an illustration.

On a normal, day a river might flow tight and contained within its banks. It’s easy to walk up to the edge and say ‘this is where the river starts, that over there is where it ends.’ Past which, might be forest or fields, whatever. And within those craggy, debris strewn parameters, the water flows at its natural rate, accommodating whatever boulders or fallen limbs might be under the surface. Fine.

But after a heavy rain, that same river will flow over its banks, spread out into wide marshy swaths of ill-defined wetland. It’s hard to know when your foot’s going to leave dry soil and become mired in mud. There is no obvious edge, no obvious ‘here it starts, there it ends’ and everything beyond what you think might be the borders is absorbed into it.

This book is post-flood for me. Its plot seemed to spread and spread and spread. It’s not that I didn’t like the plot, I just kept waiting for the end, only to be given more. Only to see that bank surpassed and spread to the next copse of literary trees.

What I’m trying to say is that the book was long. I mean really, really long. The internet says that the paperback is only 295 pages, but I have a hard time believing it. It just went on for bloody ever. I thought it might never end, what’s more it felt like it wound down about a dozen times, only then to pick up again with yet another swell of action. I like action and all, but it started feeling like 15 epilogues instead of a smooth continuation of the story.

Even though there seems to be a lot of love for this book, there also seem to be a lot of readers that were annoyed (some enraged even) by D’s speech pattern. It didn’t bother me. Maybe ’cause I grew up in the South, where it wasn’t that unusual. What did bother me was that as the book went along, the originally very proper doctor started picking up D’s verbal habits, making them harder and harder to tell apart.

I was almost driven to distraction by all the internal dialoguing though. And oddly it is dialogue. Each character seems to have an alter-ego they can converse with. It was nice to know their private thoughts, sure, but there was so much of it that it really broke up the story. Plus, we were often then told that all these lengthy internal feelings were communicated in a look. Really, in a look?

I did appreciate that D and Jack didn’t have a fairytale happy ending. It was happy, but they were having to realistically learn to live together, instead of a seamless transition into perfecthood. I also like that there was a little flex in their bedroom play. The two have a lot of sex. It would be unimaginably boring if they never changed things up a bit. (Though I won’t credit it with much realism…or even much sexiness.) I loved X and I’d be interested in reading more about D’s task force, if the story could stay focused on it.

So, there are things I liked, not least of which was the actual writing. And as a story, I have few complaints about it. As a book however, as a book that doesn’t seem to know its own limits and reasonable constraints I was well ready for the silly thing to end.

Warriors & Healers

Book Review of Warriors & Healers, by H. J. Brues

Warriors & Healer

I bought a copy of H. J. Brues’ Warriors & Healers.

Description from Goodreads:
When Dr. Daniel Ugarte arrives from Spain to work on the Apache reservation, he meets Jeff Redbear, a Native American social worker, and Sean McCallum, the local sheriff. The men come from three different worlds, and they have little to no common ground until an immediate, unexpected attraction sparks between them. 

Facing the growing desire is just the beginning of the obstacles they will face: Daniel’s past makes him blind to Jeff and Sean’s feelings for him and terrified of standing in the way of their love for each other; Sean has to fight his present worry of not being strong enough to protect the men he loves; and Jeff’s pride and fear of future rejection make him push Sean and Daniel away before they get too close to his heart. 

But the strength of the love that blooms between them is the worst of their fears, because it will take as much courage to run from it and go on living empty, meaningless lives as it will to fight for the happiness they might never reach together.

Review:
There were times that this book was so sweet my heart wanted to fly from my chest. There were other times that same attempted sweetness became so saccharine I almost couldn’t be brought to keep reading. This book was really hit and miss for me. Some aspects of it I loved—how determinedly loving Sean was, for example. However, even more aspects of it either forced eye rolls or flat out exasperated huffs from me—how Daniel was nothing more than a china doll for Sean and Jeff to love between them, for example. (Let me just pause and rant on this a moment. I’ll try to be vague so there won’t be spoilers, but I’ll be discussing an event or two. So read with caution.)

I have two complaints about Sean and Jeff’s love of Daniel, and neither of them has anything to do with them forming a trio. My first is the assumed knowledge that passes between S & J and apparently that the reader is supposed to share. Without exception, Jeff is hostile toward Daniel from the moment he arrives. He apparently makes some sort of peace with Sean, evidenced only by the fact that it’s noted that he can call him by his first name. So already, the three men are not friends and there are no subtle hints that they might become friends. 

Due to circumstances, J admits to S that he is attracted to D (kind of). Then suddenly (and I mean SUDDENLY, with no forewarning) S & J fall on one another in a fit of passion. Yes, two men who have not even been friends, one of whom just admitted his attraction to a third (and not the first) pounce on one another in a hallway. What? Why? What psychic communication did I miss that would make this make sense?

Afterwards, the two are 
A) instantly a couple and falling in love, even though they’ve barely spoken up to this point (stunning example of sex equals love, that)
B) somehow both aware that the other loves D, even though it hasn’t even been hinted out that S likes him as anything but a friend up to that point (Guess I’m just supposed to presume two men in an mm novel can’t be friends so the lust is assumed, even if not shown.)

Additionally, when D leaves the reservation, S & J go about planning to get him back, despite the fact that as far as D knows nothing in J’s attitude has changed. Seriously, just because S knows how J really feels doesn’t mean D has any way of knowing and there are no pleasant interactions to counter the previously evidenced attitude. So again, psychic communications? 

And lastly, it’s quite explicitly stated that S & J never talk about ‘this thing between them’ but they are falling hard and heavy for one another and are open and determined to add D as their third. You’d think this would require a conversation or two. Yeah? How do they each know that the other is open to such an unusual relationship? There is a lot of presumed knowledge flying around and I disliked it. A lot.

Secondly (after all that), the whole book is about S & J trying to convince D to become their third, without asking him and scaring him away. I can run with that, it makes sense. However, at no point is D anything but an acquisition. His feelings change in accordance with the growth of S & J’s feelings for each other and their determination to possess him, but at no point is there any reason they should. From what must be D’s position, the two men are never anything but friendly to him (and J not even that). So there is no reason that he, a straight man, should be falling in love and lust with them. His feelings constantly change to conveniently fit where the story is going, but IT MAKES NO SENSE. He is never seduced, invited, or even talked to about it until after he too is in love. What? 

Even worse, once they have him the obvious power dynamics of the group irked me. He was not an equal participant. He was their ‘little cub’ or ‘pretty prince’ he was something to be taken care of or responsible for, like a child. This was also reinforced by the roles played in bed (and there was no indication this would be fluid). If it wouldn’t be insulting to everyone involved to say he was obviously the woman in the scenario I probably would. He was a damsel in distress, who had to be protected from himself. It made him seem fragile. Then he is…let’s call it made love to by S & J, instead of makes love with S & J. 

Additionally, and this is a general complaint but it’s especially relevant in relation to the romance. Large important chunks of time pass unrevealed. For example, D arrives and despite being attracted to him, J is rude to him. Then it’s suddenly weeks later and D is out running. The whole settling in, getting to know each-other, etc is completely skipped. At this point, S sees a strange man and decides he wants to meet him. Then it’s weeks later and the two of them are BFFs who are out running together. We never get to see them meet or get to know one another. Then, after D left the reservation the first time, weeks pass in which S & J’s relationship is progressing but we see none of it. 

These are IMPORTANT events. These are events I want, need to see to understand the relationship between the characters. Lacking them everything felt rushed and UNBELIEVABLE. Really, that’s the crux of my problem, S & J’s relationship makes sense and even wanting D makes sense. But nothing about D’s actions, feelings, thoughts, etc are realistic and anytime there is an opportunity to delve into his motives or change of heart, it’s skipped over. 

The writing too was hit or miss. For 99% of the time it was wonderful. But the author had this horrible habit of using oddly outdated phrases on occasion—’lest we do…” or “they waited upon” or “for it had been,” “for it was,” “for they thought.” These anachronistic words stood out like neon signs. The ‘for’ seemed to be especially prevalent and once I took note of it I was jarred by every subsequent one. I found it really disruptive. There were also times that it was difficult to keep track of who was who and/or who was speaking at any given point. 

But like I said in the beginning, some parts of this book really are sweet. Seeing S & J’s love for each-other and how desperately they wanted D (I refuse to acknowledge his love as it was so unbelievable) was heartwarming. They way the men are able to understand and heal one another was nice. The dialogue was mostly pretty smooth. There are a lot of things to like about this book. Unfortunately, FOR ME, there was also a lot to dislike.

On a side note, that’s a wretched cover!

All Kinds of Tied Down

Book Review of All Kinds of Tied Down, by Mary Calmes

All Kinds of Tied Down

I borrowed an ecopy of All Kinds of Tied Down, by Mary Calmes. (Thanks, L.)

Description from Goodreads:
Deputy US Marshal Miro Jones has a reputation for being calm and collected under fire. These traits serve him well with his hotshot partner, Ian Doyle, the kind of guy who can start a fight in an empty room. In the past three years of their life-and-death job, they’ve gone from strangers to professional coworkers to devoted teammates and best friends. Miro’s cultivated blind faith in the man who has his back… faith and something more. 

As a marshal and a soldier, Ian’s expected to lead. But the power and control that brings Ian success and fulfillment in the field isn’t working anywhere else. Ian’s always resisted all kinds of tied down, but having no home—and no one to come home to—is slowly eating him up inside. Over time, Ian has grudgingly accepted that going anywhere without his partner simply doesn’t work. Now Miro just has to convince him that getting tangled up in heartstrings isn’t being tied down at all.

Review:
Ok, so I’m a fairly new Calmes convert. I’ve had mixed results with what I’ve read so far. I seem to really like or dislike a book by her. There is very little middle ground. And while those I dislike I can tell you exactly what it was that put me off, those I like just kind of fill me with a vague unnamed warmth that I can’t very clearly communicate. 

I suppose this could be called a purely emotional response, because, lawdy, it can’t be the complexity of the plots or the depth of the characters. Neither are extensive, the plot is basically a series of events allowing the characters time to work their feelings out (ok, so there basically isn’t one) and the characters could be called well fleshed out only if they were, in fact, 12 year olds. As true adult males, they lack a lot. Nor can it be the realism. Seriously, bones knit in weeks instead of month and apparently every other law enforcement agent in American is openly gay and the remaining half are all open and accepting of sexual diversity. It can’t even be the consistency, since the scene that ostensibly gives the book its most obvious title actually breaks the pattern set throughout the book, going against character for at least one of the men.

Regardless, this book is no exception to my obvious preference patter and it falls on the warm fuzzy, I liked if for unknown reasons, side of the equation. I can objectively tell you it was full of cliché characters. The über alpha that secretly just wants to submit, the fashion conscious gay man and fashion oblivious ‘straight’ guy, yep I’ve seen them all before. What’s more, it’s full of cliché Calmes characters. The names change from book to book, but the characters remain largely the same. The thing is that they apparently work for me. 

I keep thinking, ‘this should be a crap book. It’s completely formulaic. In fact, even having only read a fraction of Mary Calmes vast collection, I’ve still read what could easily be mistaken for this book already.’ I keep thinking that, but then I think, ‘yeah, but can get another one, please.’ 

So, I duck my head in shame, but I admit it out loud; this book is simplistic, cliché, predictable and my god the sap at the end is enough to suffocate me (honestly, this I could do without) but I liked it. I just can’t help it. Whatever alchemic hormone mix is secreted into my bloodstream as a result of reading this particular combination of man on man action is a win, even when I don’t want it to be.