If you’ve had a taste of Dan Skinner before, you know the man writes beautifully. I always found myself unable to give a proper review for Memorizing You for the same reason. This time, he’s written something that was a far cry from the romantic/angsty masterpiece that is Memorizing You. The Price of Dick was actually very different, the characters in this book are in some seriously messed up circumstances, and the story is about those Stockholm syndrome relationships that everyone abhors and yet, we all know that they exist. The straight jock stereotype that is Dick, will annoy the living crap out of you, but when Dan wants you to look at him like JJ did when he was attracted to him, you will find yourself enjoying the moments and actually finding it erotic. The photographic detailing is excellent as always, and my heart goes out to anyone who is stuck in such a relationship or has been dealing with it for so long. Even when you come out of a thing like that, you end up losing the precious years of your life and nothing at all can make up for it.
While JJ might seem like a doormat, I really felt for him. Alex was a very good character, a respite after the manipulative monster that Dick was. And from the first time, where Dick manipulates the gay guy he has a photo session with, you know the guy’s good at it. So a lot of people might ask why JJ was being such a spineless person, but isn’t that what manipulation is about? You don’t know its happening until it’s done the harm and afterward you can only wish you knew what was going on but then most people who get manipulated probably aren’t that good at deciphering that kind of stuff to begin with because they tend not to be manipulative themselves. Just like manipulative people are wont to do, Dick probably picks out his victims for that reason and that might be one probably cause of his achieving what he wants. Naturally, attraction plays an important part and Dick makes use of his looks too to lure his victims. All in all I enjoyed it, and it was a light read despite the subject matter, I went through it quick.
His name is Richard but he’ll say, “Call me Dick.” He’s a big, butch, brainy guy in an executive suit, hotter than spit on a skillet. The type of guy you can see fully dressed and imagine buck naked in the throes of an orgasm – every six-feet-two, muscular, sexually intoxicating inch of him. He’s an ambitious freshman in a prominent brokerage firm who’s figured out he can use more than his smarts to get ahead. He’s perfected a surefire method to drive home a hard deal. No one can resist him. And he’s got one really big secret. But that will cost you.
For photographer J.J. Johnstone, the price of Dick just might cost him everything.