I have to be honest; this book didn’t grab me at first but after a while I warmed up to it. It may just have been my mood when I read it but I wasn’t feeling a good connection between the characters. I love menage stories but this one was just pretty good for me.

I’ve said before how much I enjoy reading books written by authors from other cultures as I always learn a lot and that was still true for this story. However, there were quite a few sayings (not things easily looked up) that I didn’t quite get and they distracted me just a bit while reading. I know that this is my issue and not the author’s. It’s just that it’s the first time I can remember having this problem which is why I’m guessing that it was my mood when I read the book.

Michael is a wonderful character and person and Darryl is also likeable most of the time. Francois is another story. I guess he’s the character we’re maybe supposed to love to hate until he finally wakes up and gets with the program. He’s been in love with Darryl for years but won’t tell him. When it looks like Michael is getting close to Darryl (beyond them having sexy time as a threesome) Francois feels threatened and the way he reacts is just plain mean and spiteful.

I did enjoy seeing more of the characters from the first two books. The townspeople really rallied around when it was needed (when a new venture in the town threatened their way of life). You can probably read this as a standalone but I think you will enjoy it more if you’ve read at least book two first. There’s a reader advisory about the death of a character. While I found this part sad it didn’t really get to me that much as it wasn’t a main character.

Once again, I enjoyed the setting for this series. The descriptive writing makes me want to visit a place like this village.

Reviews for Kristian Parker

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Even in December, the Greek sunlight streamed through a chink in the curtains, painting the bed in heat. François Vernier stretched out in the Egyptian cotton sheets and tried to ignore the dull thud of a hangover playing in his brain. They had started the party early, yet it felt like he’d only just put his head down.

A very disorientated Darryl Burlington emerged from under the duvet with a lop-sided grin. “Merry Christmas, François.”

The nausea came rapidly, and François had to lay his head on the pillow again. “Joyeux Noel.”

Darryl plumped his pillows and sat up. “What a night, eh?”

François nodded. “I need coffee. You want?”

Not waiting for a reply, he got out of bed and padded over to the kitchen area of the vast suite Darryl had taken where he made himself busy grinding some beans. The view down to the Ionian Sea took his breath away and once the machine bubbled into life, he took it all in.

Kefalonia was a small island on the west coast of Greece. François had been to many other Greek islands but never this one. He couldn’t wait to return in the summer when it would be warm enough to dive into those blue waters. François prided himself on always being a participant and hated being a spectator.

Ever impatient, he waited until just enough coffee for two cups had brewed. Filling them, he ignored the hissing sound of more dripping onto the hot plate.

He went through to the bedroom. Darryl hadn’t moved. As fresh as a daisy, he grinned at him. Darryl believed hangovers were for the weak. François didn’t dare glance in the mirror that covered half a wall. But Darryl had insisted on partying into the night so he would have to take him as he found him.

“What are we doing today?” Darryl asked.

François handed him his cup and opened the curtains a little. He didn’t care if anyone saw him naked. It would give them an early Christmas treat. He’d been turning heads since he’d been in his pram. His mother told him that when she’d pushed him through town, people would stop and speak to him. If they were lucky, he would reward them with a smile. Some days he wouldn’t.

He blew on his coffee and took a sip. The hangover had become a little more insistent, and he regretted making quite so many plans for today. “George said he would take us out on the boat. Everywhere is closed, so I thought a picnic somewhere lovely then back here for dinner.”

Darryl nodded.

François went over to his bag that lay on the chair. He rummaged inside and retrieved the gift he had kept secret. “Merry Christmas.”

He handed it to a surprised Darryl. “I thought we weren’t doing gifts. I haven’t got you anything.”

François shrugged and ignored the feeling in his heart. Darryl ripped off the paper and revealed the monogrammed leather notebook from Aspinal.

“Oh, François. I love it. Thank you.”

Darryl reached out his hand for François. He sat down on the bed, and they hugged each other awkwardly.

“Ah you’re awake. I thought you two were going to sleep all of Christmas Day.”

François spun round to see Ezio, the Greek barman they had picked up the night before. He stood in the doorway wearing just a towel. His thick curly hair dripped water onto his furry chest, the inviting glint in his eye that had first prompted Darryl to send François over with their indecent proposal still very much in place.

“François?” Darryl said, licking his lips. “Tell George not to bother with the boat. I think we should stay at home today.”

He pulled the duvet aside, letting the notebook fall to the floor. François glanced momentarily at the gift lying there before putting on his game face.

“Yes, boss. Sounds good to me.”

Ezio dropped the towel, revealing the delights they had enjoyed all night long. François’ cock twitched. Darryl probably had a point. A day on the high seas would only make him seasick. He walked over and kissed Ezio.

“That’s right, boys,” Darryl said. He put his hands behind his head, licking his lips. “Give me a Christmas show.”

Village Affairs Series

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