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Monday, April 21, 2008

ManLove Monday: Master of Obsidian by Jamie Craig



Another exciting Monday. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, will it never end what has Lisabea cooked up for us today?

Hey, lisabea, wouldn’t it be cool to read a sizzling book that featured a vampire with BDSM tendencies and his side-kick buddy as they solve mysteries and fight demons?

Yes, Miss Interupting Sula, it would be.

Imagine then, that instead of teasing homoerotic undertones these two hot guys actually give in to their desires,

OOOOh that sounds like what I've been searching for! But it's a dream, isn't it? You are taunting me as so many others have done before.

Heh. Who would do that to you? Who would be so cruel? hrm. Anyways, let me go on with my dream. After a long hard day of fighting the demon horde and investigatin' the bad guys, these two dudes could tend to each other's cuts and bruises, taking the opportunity to nonchalantly strip down and um, maybe they could...i dunno, indulge in some smokin' m/m action like nature intended?

Yes! That's what I'm talkin' bout! Throw in a collar and a leash, some mad drug abuse, more bodily fluids than a....bodily fluid thing...and you have this scorchifying, unbelievably hot book Master of Obsidian by Jamie Craig. That dude's wicked good fun. Wait. That's no DUDE!

Unbelievably hot is right! Dude however, he is not. In fact "Jamie Craig" is the 007 code name of Pepper Espinoza and Vivien Dean. Two gals writing some seriously good reading m/m. Hmm. Two friends....writing...together...m/m...hmmm. What an intriguing idea.

What will happen when the two become ONE. ew. But, er, Sula, I heart you, but I'm not becoming one with you (not that there's anything wrong with that...) Plus I can't reach you from Connecticut.
::probing blindly:: But writing in tandem? Like Pepper and Vivien...Oh! To be a SEAMLESS writing team like them! Girl, that book is smooth.

S'riously. Oh to be able to write so seamlessly. ...

Once upon a time, in a dark and mysterious city called Chicago, there lived (for, like, 400 years...but not only in Chicago I'm thinking. Hey. Where did he live before?) a hot sexy and cold blooded killer demon Vampire named Gideon. Gideon was not nice at all, until one day, he met a GIRL. She taught him to love/respect humans for more than their orifices and their nutritional value. Then she died. Oh. Uh. Did she die? IDK. One thing I'm throwing out here is that the back story in this book is veiled in freakin fog. Such a guy thing, though, so I'm going with it. I mean, have you ever met a guy that told you his life story? Uh. No. (gross generalization. again.)



The fun thing about this backstory which is not a backstory is that our heros Gideon and human side-kick Jesse are already best buds and have a real relationship when the book starts. Who doesn't love that ol' classic romance stand-by, the "friends to lovers" plot? It allows us to get straight to the good stuff without said good stuff feeling too rushed and frankly unbelievable. And let's face it...we all like good stuff. Hey, so about the story...Gideon and Jesse go traipsing around the city, solving crimes and whatnot. One night in the midst of one such investigation, Gideon accidentally touches this vampire love-potion-number-9 drug that removes his inhibitions and gets him in touch with his inner sexgod. He totally jumps Jesse. In an alley! Hotness ensues.

(Ed. Note: Yes I used this photo before. Look at that dynamic! It's so Gideon and Jesse. Wow! You know who is control here. Huh. Is it getting hot in here? And thanks again to Mary M.)


OK. Let's stop here. If you are even remotely faint of heart, this book will shock you. But if you have stones of steel, like SULA...heh. This isn't just hot sexin. This is: me master you boy I'm going to share you with my fiendish friends kind of sexin and, I gotta say, it was riveting. And bloody. One thing that stands out to me about this entire story is the blood, semen, spit, you gotta get some hani-dandi-man wipes, where's my purell, kind of sex through out the novel. It's BDSM and, JOY OF JOYS, there is not a single mention of someone journeying to enlightenment through pain and degredation. Nope. They get off on the scene. No one deserves rough treatment or is hoping to get over a bad relationship via flogs and whips and doodah beating...which makes this very sexy, very explicit, and very disturbing all at once. That boy Jesse is more than willing to be sexually dominated by Gideon. And he will be dominated for Gideon (by his vampire friends). But only for Gideon. It worked for me. Frankly, it rocked.




The coppery taste of his own blood shocked Jesse's system, and his head jerked back, but Gideon wouldn't let him pull away. He forced Jess to taste every inch of his hot tongue as he explored every part of Jesse's mouth. Gideon's body felt almost feverish now, full of stolen warmth, and the world darkened around the edges again as Gideon refused to let him pause for a breath. His lungs felt like they were going to explode before Gideon yanked his head away, and Jesse gasped for breath that barely made a difference.


"Do you know how tempted I am?" Gideon murmured. "I could kill you right now and you wouldn't be able to do a single thing to stop me. Or I could turn you, and again, I really don't think you'd stop me."


Ed.Note:This is the time where you immediately click on to Sula.