This is definitely not my normal sort of read.
How the hell do I rate this? I have no real experience with romances, and this is definitely romantic.
Yet, here I sit here with a grin on my face, heart hammering, feeling a little dazed and in need of a very stiff drink.
I’m going to rate this according to my gut (and, I suppose, other parts of my anatomy) and go with five stars.
On one hand, it’s incredibly hot, full of some of my very favourite things. The fact that Wes and Grif are such an ideal match makes their D/s relationship intensely satisfying (and envying) to read about.
[Am I greedy for wanting more Chocolate?]
On the other hand? Well, it’s one hell of a great fantasy—the kind that is crafted from a deep well of desires, each detail lovingly chosen before it’s polished like a prized possession and placed in just the right sequence to make for a really gratifying story. I found it all terribly attractive, both in plot and execution. A lot of care went into it, and a lot of soul.
As much as the relationship between Grif and Tate was bittersweet… well, what Wes and Grif forge between them is like finding home. And, before I get too sentimental, let me wrap this up:
The truth is, I had a hard time putting Grif’s Toy down, and that felt damn great.
I am eagerly looking forward to the next one.
Good job, Joseph.