Detective Nathan Wolf might just be a junior detective, but he tackles every case with the passion that he lacks in his personal life. A series of failed relationships with women has left him still single at thirty-four—because he's too scared to admit to his longtime crush on his best friend James.
Dr. James Taggert likes to keep his profession as a psychiatrist separate from his party-animal persona. Known around the gay clubs as Tag, he's the guy who screws them, leaves them, and never looks back. But James's drinking is getting heavier, and when bad memories from the past resurface, he's close to becoming the worst version of himself.
After a drunken blackout ends in a hot and heavy make-out session with his very straight best friend, James has no memory of the steamy affair. But Nathan isn't sorry for the kisses that James can't remember. Nathan finally musters the courage to tell James how he really feels, but a life-altering event might force them apart before they can ever be together.
I think I need to take a nice long break from A.M. Arthur. On one hand, I really like most of her stuff, but on the other hand, I'm just SO drained! This book was a total angst-fest, and IMO, it became way over the top.
Though this book is billed as the first in the Restoration series, I think it is best read as part of the Belonging series (beginning with No Such Thing). The Belonging series is referenced a LOT, and I think I might have lost some of the dialogue if I hadn't read the whole Belonging series.
Nathan and James were a hot mess of a couple. SO MANY MISUNDERSTANDINGS (<--one of my greatest pet peeves). These two guys just didn't communicate! It was bananas and really, really frustrating. To top it off, there was a totally unbelievable GFY (and I'm the BIGGEST fan of GFY), and one drama situation after another. Through in substance abuse, PTSD, a serial killer, job drama, life drama... if you can find a place where drama could be squeezed in, it was there.
Because of the whole convoluted, cluttered plot, there was little room for romance. Romance was just sort of an afterthought here, and I never really got why these two fell in love with each other. I wish I had more of the loooove factor and less of everything else.
At the same time, I still recognize that A.M. Arthur has some major writing chops. All the makings of a good story are there, and her use of language is skilled. However, this author needs to stop throwing more ingredients into the pot and just think, "less is more."
**Copy provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review**
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