Daddy/boy stories haven’t been among my favorites but I seem to have been reviewing a lot of them lately and they are growing on me. A Boy Made of Sunshine is one that I really enjoyed. It’s an age-gap story as well as a daddy kink one. I thought the writing was excellent and I loved that the author didn’t keep harping on the age difference between the two MCs.

There is so much humor and cuteness in this book that it kept me smiling the whole time I read it. Among the lightness there are a few pretty heavy spanking scenes. There’s no issue with consent, it’s given freely, but the spankings got just a bit intense for me in a couple of places. It wasn’t enough to make me want to stop reading, but it’s something to be aware of if this is a trigger for you.

I loved the way that Felix kept goading Liam, know full well that his behavior was bratty and would likely end up with him being punished – but that was usually what he was after. Liam is determined to teach Felix patience but it ends up becoming an exercise in patience for him as well because he wants Felix so much and the waiting is killing him.

I can’t forget to mention the cute Dalmatian puppy that Felix has. Liam acts like he doesn’t like the puppy but we soon learn that just the opposite is true; he falls for the dog just as much as he falls for Felix.

Reviews for Colette Davison

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When a removal van finally arrived in the first week of summer, Liam’s hopes that his quiet existence would continue undisturbed were dashed.

He’d never regarded himself as a curtain twitcher before, but he found himself peering out of his bedroom window as three burly men unloaded the large van. The furniture didn’t scream ‘quiet retired couple’ to him. It was too modern, too loud. Who on earth owned a bright purple sofa, for crying out loud? The bed was even worse. It was a huge monstrosity, easily king-sized, and Liam couldn’t help but feel sorry for the men carrying it into the house. The bed frame was black, probably made of leather, judging by the way the sunlight made the fabric shine, with a massive surround, part of which looked like some kind of lounge chair. Did it even have a built-in speaker? Who needed a built-in speaker in their bed?

His jaw dropped a little more at every item of furniture that was brought into the house. The coffee table looked like it doubled as an aquarium, although thankfully there were no fish in it. There was a bookcase in the shape of a dog, a dining table with what looked like a solid marble top, overstuffed dining chairs, a pool table, and even a bar!

The painting was the last straw.

The canvas and frame combined must have been six feet tall, making the man that had been painted upon it almost life size. Not only was he nude, but he was grasping his cock, his head tilted back slightly, eyes closed, making it obvious that he was in the midst of pleasuring himself. Liam had never been so glad to have no other neighbours. The painting was glorious—he had to adjust himself to make his aching cock more comfortable in his pants—but why in God’s name hadn’t it been covered up? Clearly, his new neighbour had no decorum whatsoever.