The first M/M erotic novel I picked up! This review was first posted in 2014. Find out more about Patrick Darcy’s work at wildecity.com
Here’s a tip. If you haven’t tried reading gay erotica before, you don’t know where to start, and you are of a delicate disposition when it comes to bodily fluids, my advice is not to make this book your first foray into the genre. If on the other hand, you don’t mind dirty, sweaty, grunty men going at it like the clappers, then this is for you.T
The really great surprise for me was how well it was written. Witty, and at times hilarious, the whole series (1-4) is hugely entertaining. Somewhere halfway along it becomes a romance, but if you prefer your gay men like Stanford Blatch from Sex And The City, you might be disappointed. This is a love story with added fisting. Darcy avoids the slushy stuff with a deft touch, leaving the reader eager to move onto the next book in the series (I’ve read all four so I know how it ends, but no spoilers here.)
The dialogue is sharp, crude and funny, and I’ve learned a whole new vocabulary (nut stubble, bossy bottom, butt slut, etc.) Despite the sometimes brutal sexual encounters, I just wanted to give Mr. Darcy a hug because he was so strangely endearing. If you like sex and you like rugby, whether you’re male or female, there is something for everyone to enjoy here!