Author: Bey Deckard
With middle-age looming, Greg offsets his boring day job with what truly feeds his soul: photography. The camera is an extension of himself where he exposes his passion for the intersect of pleasure and pain. However, the lens also acts as a barrier, protecting his subjects from the shameful mistakes of his past, and Greg is left isolated and lonely.
Emyr stands on the cusp of fame, but adulation and abuse are both eroding his confidence, and one night, at the river’s edge, he seeks solace in the rain, hoping to hide his tears.
The photographer and the virgin rock star share an accidental connection on that dark, drizzly night. When Greg invites Emyr back to his hotel room, no strings attached, the young man should have bolted. Instead, an odd sense of trust allows him to follow Greg’s lead.
When the camera comes out, Emyr learns the stage isn’t the only place he loves to perform as Greg touches something inside him that rarely awakens. Faced with a beautiful, talented boy whose soul is as lonely as his own, will Greg be able to face his past and come to terms with it, or will he run from the connection he so desperately desires?
I liked this, although it was very different than I expected. Is it weird to say that I found this Daddy-kink filled romance kinda… vanilla? Greg talked a big game about how into Domination, and humiliation, and degradation, and rape play, and bondage, and punishment that he is, but then we didn’t see any of that. I get that his past changed who is to some extent, as well as making him fearful of going too far. And I do like playful and fun “role-play” where a smirk or wink can be found, but it wasn’t what I was expecting here. Besides one slap to the face (which Emyr liked, but then was never repeated or built upon), I didn’t find the sex all that kinky. The Daddy talk and dirty talk seemed to be what did it a lot for them (and which I am also a big fan of ), but again, I could have used more. For a BDSM book in particular, their sex scenes were always over relatively quickly.
I enjoyed them, and I enjoyed the book. Often staying up way too late to continue reading. They were sweet, and I liked Emyr’s persistence once he realized what he wanted. But again, Greg talked about how part of the problem with Travis had been that he hadn’t communicated well and they hadn’t discussed things enough. Then he proceeds to give Emyr a safe word… and that’s it. No contract. No discussion of soft limits or hard limits. Do discussion of fantasies, turn on’s, turn off’s. Nothing. Sure it’s fun to explore limits and discover things in the heat of passion, but given his past, isn’t that exactly NOT what he should be doing? I was a little annoyed by that.
One random niggle, I’m really sick of he-who-shall-not-be-named (45) coming up in my romances. I get that it is the current political climate, and people are trying to be relevant, but this is my escapism. That being said, as someone who attends every rally and march, even I actually found this a little excessive. Yes, the number of hate crimes has increased. Yes, racists and bigots have become more outspoken. Yes, there are problems in our country. But Jesus H. Christ it’s not an effen war zone! So it got a bit preachy at the end for me.
But again, not too big of a deal. Overall this is definitely sweet and sexy, which is always a much appreciated mix. If you’re gun-shy of Daddy-kink, this might actually be a good intro. There is an age difference, but there isn’t a power imbalance, so in no way does it feel like Greg is taking advantage of Emyr. They are simply two people who enjoy the same kink, who fall in mushy-gushy lurve!