Are you Curious?
Jeremy Porter is. Though the bisexual comic book artist has known Owen Finn for most of his life—long enough to know that he is terminally straight—he can’t help but imagine what things would be like if he weren’t.
Owen is far from vanilla—as a dominant in the local fetish community, he sees as much action as Jeremy does. Lately even more.
Since Jeremy isn’t into collars and Owen isn’t into men, it seems like his fantasies will remain just that forever…until one night when Owen gets curious.
Take two best friends, one an uninhibited straight Dom, the other a bisexual wanton artist, throw in some whipping and spanking, top with rough, all-out virgin butt sex, and you have yourself a SCORCHING RIDE.
I'm a sucker for best friends to lovers, and I loved the beginning of this book, probably because we don't have to wait for the smexy times.
The sex, abundant as it is, never feels repetitive.
Owen is CURIOUS, and both guys are overtly sexual, aggressive, and possessive. Anything goes. Both are willing to push boundaries.
Also, the DIRTY TALK! HAWT, HAWT, HAWT.
However, as steamy as the book is, the plot is a bit weak.
There is WAY too much talk of the guys' past exploits. I really did not need to know how many women they both fucked, and I certainly did not need to see Jeremy with a woman on page.
At 80 percent, when the guys are talking about FOREVER, Owen comes out with this gem:
"Yes . . . I admit it, I love the female body . . . I've worshiped blissfully at the altar of pussy for decades."
Jeremy's bestie Natasha is a strong female character, but she is an overwhelming presence in the book. I didn't like that she and Jeremy had been fuck buddies for years.
I also found the plot regarding Owen's younger sister Jen and her fiancé kind of unnecessary and boring.
Also: The Finn Brothers. They're like the mafia with their secret family meetings.
The misunderstanding at the end didn't work for me either. It made NO SENSE that Owen wouldn't have talked to Jeremy before showing up on his doorstep.
Bottom line: Read for the sex; forget the rest.