This is set in the future, Earth is no more and man kind can now live in man made spheres in space. This is where we find our 3 main characters, Ale “the thief”, Vern “an aspiring chef” and Rei “a pilot in training”. They work at a bar where they wait on tables and dance in their skivvies. They are offered a gig on a war ship to work in the commissary and entertain the troops during meal time. Let’s just say that things don’t go as planned.
There’s a lot of foreplay in this book, for both the characters and for the reader as well. The foreplay between the 3 MC’s grew a little troublesome for me while reading, yet is was hot and got me thinking, my thoughts also went to, OK now would be a good time for a blowjob or a kiss or something, it just never happened. I expect sex to come from James Cox, I don’t read his stories for fields of daisies and the sweet love with cupids and dancing unicorns, that’s not what this author writes. I want testosterone filled man sex, that, James is a master at. So we had a bit of sexual frustration for everyone involved.
So I’m reading and reading because the story is really captivating, the author has done an exceptional job of developing the characters and the story line, he had me under his word spell, if you will. All of a sudden it hits me. Damn, this is why this book has so much foreplay involved. It all makes sense now, it makes sense, why the author took the characters and the reader to a sexual high. This was fricking brilliant, no I’m not going to tell you, the story needs to be read and you need to experience what I did.
I don’t usually read Sci-fi but I am really glad that my hormones wanted sexy when I was perusing the books available for review.
A criminal, a pilot, and an aspiring chef dance in a stripper bar at the center of the universe…
Six months on a military ship with my two friends, cooking food for the crew in nothing but skimpy shorts, what could possibly go wrong? Let’s see, our friendship starts to turn sexual. We agree to cook naked for extra money. One friend turns out to be a thief, the other is facing his shyness to admit he loves me, and atop all that, we’re thrust into the middle of a war. I was a dreamer trying to conquer my wish of being a chef, not some space fighter. How were we going to survive in combat conditions?
My best advice: Watch out for boiling water while cooking naked on a spaceship. Oh, and once in a while, play the hero.
James is rather hard to define. He’s obviously into men, but also finds women alluring. To him reading gay fiction is so stimulating he’s taken up a pen (keyboard) and started writing. The stories in his head are edgy, hot enough to embarrass him at work and meant to entertain.