Dumping Las Vegas is one of those books where you need to set aside all suspension of disbelief—the brother with a gambling problem in hock for 100 large and being held for ransom by some loan sharks, a perfect stranger showing up wanting to help by advancing the money, said perfect stranger is so hot the nominal hero, Jerry, can’t take a breath without lusting, mooning or otherwise waxing bucolic over Taylor, random acts of sex here, there and everywhere despite the brother Mike being in such jeopardy he’s in danger of being offed…
There’s more: mob-types who act more like Keystone cops than the menacing muscle they are reputed to be. There are chases, more chases, near escapes and a timeline of getting from here to there that had to include traffic being banned from CA interstates for the duration of this plotline. And sex.
Lots and lots of sex.
Weak plot, sex, a brother I’d personally throw in the Pacific without a by-your-leave, a sister’s ex who is suddenly gay curious, sex, the brother (after multiple escapes from the jaws of death still insists on returning to the Strip) – that brother is also maybe, sorta gay too, more sex and just in case you didn’t have your fill?
You betcha… sex.
And the most annoying thing? Jerry admits it’s “inappropriate” how he’s got the hots for Taylor, but boy howdy that sure didn’t slow him down.
Taylor is such an unbelievable character, I honestly have nothing good to say about him.
Oh wait, there’s more than sex… There are massive amounts of dialogue-driven info-dumps all centered on their crappy abusive father childhoods, which of course leads to more…
If you approach this as erotica having a flirtation with a plot, you might enjoy it. I’m not a guy, but I’m pretty darn sure those recovery times exceeded normal limits by several orders of magnitude, but if you like guy fairy tales, then by gum have at it.
Those two sure did.
On the editing front—since I’m desperately looking for a positive here—it wasn’t bad. Other than zilch/questionable character development (no, I am not counting Mike and the cop switching teams), unrealistic dialogue and a head-scratching, cheesy, pulpy plot … if you want lots of sex with a dollop of action, grab this one.
But bring a sense of humor, because you are going to need it.
When Jerry Peterson’s brother Mike begs for help in paying off a Las Vegas gambling debt, Jerry reluctantly travels to the city he loathes. Things are even worse than he expected—his brother is being held hostage until the debt is paid. Taylor Maitland is in Vegas writing an article on compulsive gambling, an addiction his father was unable to free himself from. When the two men meet, Taylor offers to help Jerry locate his brother and negotiate with the captors. Despite the series of violent events that screw up their plans and have them dogged by two homicidal thugs, Jerry and Taylor are drawn together by their mutual attraction for one another, even finding time in between narrow escapes, to indulge in some hot man lovin’!