Let’s just cut to the chase, shall we? I cannot get into lesbian sex scenes. It isn’t that I’m a prude – good grief, I loved that crappy Fifty Shades trilogy. I think it’s just that I have no interest in it, and I can’t make the leap to enjoying reading about it. Just like I’m not a huge fan of paranormal romances. They just don’t turn my crank.
He’d been with enough women. The mechanics were different, but intimacy was intimacy. He and Linus were damn amazing together. Always had been. No way could Linus be fool enough to believe otherwise. And that wasn’t misplaced pride or arrogance on Rob’s part. It took two to create the level of heat that burned between them. One kiss was all that was needed, and every line of Linus’s body shouted his desire for more. Much more.
This is not a case of opposites attracting; the two have their differences, but they are more alike than not. And, as Rob observes, they are completely simpatico between the sheets, each determined to satisfy the other.
Ava March may not create wildly unforgettable characters – I can’t remember their last names, and I’m too lazy to look them up – but the sex scenes. Oh, people. The sex scenes between these two are HOT.
Brook Street: Rogues is a fast read with a negligible plot. It won’t make you ponder any of life’s great mysteries, nor is there much to analyze, discuss or think about. But it’s got some hot sex scenes, and it may open some minds that are closed to gay lovin’.