My game of tag and hide and seek with Layla left me wanting.
So I found several good reviews here, but only a marginally-decently-reviewed character answered the call to be the star of the next book in the ongoing saga of our hero. That lucky heroine is Kimberly.
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Part of the problem with our hero is that he refuses to have any woman anywhere out of his control. And sometimes that means he has to hop on old Bessie and go lasso a filly and bring her home. That is how this storyline starts. A synopsis of the book:
Hero arrives at a rundown shantytown to wait for his rendezvous. And wait, and wait. This filly has a lot of hair to dry and paint to apply. Finally a very cute, about 30 yo little thing comes out and saddles up nestled in close to our hero, and off they ride. Her favorite watering hole is across town, and the saloon is actually good. All is well, conversation is decent, they hit it off. Filly needs a bathroom break. Our hero waits, and waits. Food comes, gets cold. Was our heroine kidnapped? Was she rustled away by those men in black hats, the Pimp-le Gang? No, here she comes back.
But alas, this is an imposter. Our heroine has been cleverly replaced by a narcoleptic robot. Our poor hero has to resort to a continuous game of footsies (not the fun kind) to keep our pseudo-heroine's face from falling into her mashed potatoes. Really? Really. And the host of the establishment is nowhere to be found. If our hero were not an honest, law-abiding citizen of NYC (yeah, they exist), he would have walked out with this fake heroine in tow. But no, he waits for the barkeep to return, and even leaves a big tip. Then he and his sleep-walking heroine imposter exit and climb back onto his patient steed. This heroine clearly needs some horizontal time, and our hero, hero that he is, must provide it. Off to the manger scene.
Our heroine walks arm in arm with our hero into the hotel, and up to his room. The hero has every intention of being a gentleman, and opens the door to the room. Our heroine proceeds to go straight to the bathroom (oh no! And is in there for a long time (oh no! Our hero's gentlemanlyness is fading fast.
Then our heroine is back! The real one! Wearing matching bra and thong, garter belt, stockings and heels! Our hero is smitten; he sweeps her off her feet and. Closes the door in the reader's face. An hour later, the door opens again, the hero has a huge smile on his face, and our heroine is back in her jeans and too-big sweater.
At this point I realize I am reading a young teen novel. It could have been good, though.
This reader's review: Book was way too long at 3 hours of reading, and most was a true waste of my time. But I can tell by the novelist's description of the smile on the face of our hero when he exited the room, that with good editing, it could have won a Pulitzer. Good editing and leaving the door open. And shorten it dramatically, down from three hours to one max. Maybe 30 minutes. With absolutely no bathroom time; whatever our heroine found in that bathroom made her a different person. Literary and literally. Both bathrooms, tho the latter revealed a much better heroine. One I think all readers would love.
This novel was an exceptional value for an hour, not so much for three. The heroine was skilled with her mouth (whew), and the hero took quite a tongue lashing! The climax, when it finally came (sp? Was virginally tight and fit like a glove. Many veteran readers out there will find a loose feeling with many others, but not here, regardless of the size of their, well, education. And if the author and editor see fit, as I would, to pare it down to a minimum, I will certainly read the sequel.
Oh, and don't read this book on I95 Business. Take it over to your place. I would not want to be caught over there with my pants down. It is a shame it is not sold anywhere else and you have to go over there and pick it up.
