Jeremy Linden’s a PhD student researching an HIV vaccine. He’s always short of money, and when biotech startup PharmaTek reduces funding for his fellowship, he’s tempted to take a job at a men’s dining club as a serving boy. The uniforms are skimpy, and he’s expected to remove an item of clothing after each course. He can handle that, but he soon discovers there’s more on the menu here than fine cuisine. How far will he go to pay his tuition, and will money get in the way when he realizes he’s interested in more from one of his gentlemen?
Brice Martin is an attorney for a Silicon Valley venture capital firm. When he’s asked to take a client to the infamous Dinner Club, he finds himself unexpectedly turned on by the atmosphere and especially by his server, Remy. He senses there’s more to the sexy young man than meets the eye. The paradox fascinates him, and he can’t get enough of Remy.
Their relationship quickly extends beyond the club and sex. But the trust and affection they’ve worked to achieve may crumble when Jeremy discovers Brice’s VC firm is the one that pulled the plug on PharmaTek—and Jeremy’s research grant.
I could stare at that cover all day. Serious case of COVER LUST, people.
The cover PROMISES.
And the book delivers!
This is one SEXY, sizzling read.
Pretty boys in skimpy costumes take their clothes off and put themselves on the menu at an exclusive Dinner Club for gentlemen who prefer dessert with a side of discretion and voyeurism.
I've complained aplenty about authors who show their MCs having sex on page with men who are not their love interest in the book.
Did this happen here? Yes. (Some heavier petting, no penetration.)
Did it bother me? Incredibly, NO.
Graduate student Jeremy, working on research to develop an anti-HIV vaccine utilizing virus-like particles, decides to work at The Dinner Club to earn extra cash. He is ashamed but also aroused, especially when he meets the subdued Mr. Green, his gentlemen for the evening.
Mr. Green (Hunter Green to be precise) is a color-coded code name for Brice, a wealthy lawyer who works for a venture capitalist firm. Brice reluctantly agrees to join a colleague for dinner at the exclusive club. When he's matched with Jeremy on Greek Slave Boy night, it's lust at first sight.
I absolutely ADORED the other boys at the club, especially sweet Law and brash Kit, who stole every scene he was in.
The club, catering to wealthy gentlemen who want a blow job with their meal, was amazingly not creepy. There was something classy about the atmosphere. The boys were in charge. They did what they wanted to do, and they made good money doing it.
The scenes at the club were hawt as anything. The articles of clothing come off one by one, and EVERYONE watches. The atmosphere is charged, and the boys aren't shy.
Jeremy and Brice really burn up the sheets! There's a real connection between them, a true tenderness; they bond over pizza, long walks on the beach (AWWW!), and sleepy discussions. The conversations between them are sometimes funny, sometimes awkward, but always REAL.
Jeremy is a grad student at Cal Berkeley, my alma mater. As someone who lived in the Bay Area, I can say with certainty that the author KNOWS the place and knows it well. The descriptions are authentic, making the story truly come alive.
There is plenty of steam in this book, but the story does not skimp on character development, romance, or plot.
Jeremy worries about losing funding for his research, and Brice has to make some tough decisions. Brice wants to see Jeremy outside the club; they both want a real relationship, one not tainted by money. Both men worry; both are a little slow to trust.
The lust is instant, but the love takes time. Even a revelation about Brice's firm's involvement in Jeremy's research funding can't keep these two apart. There was a moment when I wanted to smack Jeremy; he seriously overreacts. But Brice knows how to own his mistakes, and Jeremy knows how to apologize, so all is well that ends well.
I was grinning like a lunatic when reading the last chapter. I may have cheered when Brice barges in and . . .
Oh, hell, JUST READ THIS already! I loved it! You will too.