This is an insta-lust story with a bit of a twist as the MC doesn’t end up with who I thought he was going to. This book was just OK for me. I try not to be too critical of books because I know that authors work hard on their stories but the writing just didn’t grab me. The characters seemed a bit juvenile and there were a couple of characters that I thought had potential but nothing really happened with them. This is probably more erotica than erotic romance so there is a lot of sexy time with no real romantic connection. If that’s your jam this book might be a good fit for you.

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2 – Myrtle Beach, Here I Come

Considering I had no idea what I was getting myself into, I can’t believe how excited I was for Thursday to hurry up and get here. When it did, I was packed and ready to go. My mom wasn’t wild about the idea, especially since I wouldn’t tell her any details about the job I was getting. Plus, she knew who was coming to get me and worried I was just being told I was getting a good job so he could get in my pants.

Jake finally arrived about 3:30 in the afternoon. When I opened the door, it took me a minute to speak. I didn’t remember him being so damn cute. On top of that, he had a nice tan and had died his hair blonde. With his almost hypnotic blue eyes, he looked like somebody out of a twink porn movie. He was also in really good physical shape, a lot better than he was when he lived here. With the tight T-shirt he was wearing, I could see his six-pack and nice smooth chest.

After Jake spoke briefly to my mom, whom we both could tell wasn’t interested in talking to him much, we packed up his car. As we

were about to leave, my mom asked him, “You’re not taking Jon down there and get him into some drug thing that’s dangerous, are you?”

“No, ma’am,” Jake said. “I’d never do anything to put Jon in danger. He’s my sister’s best friend.”

My mom had no response. I went over and gave her a hug and told her I’d call when we got to Myrtle Beach. Within a minute, we were on the road for the three-hour drive. On the way down, he started telling me stories about what it was like in the beach house. He called it “a house full of twinks.”

I just hoped it was as great as he claimed. I don’t want to give too much away, but it was going to be even better than I could fantasize, at least for a while.