He was a drug I couldn’t quit and I knew withdrawal was going to be a bitch, but hell if I could make myself cut back.
Chris knows he has no business being attracted to the new delivery boy Lance, but there’s just something about him and Chris can’t stop thinking about him. Deciding to give into a fling, Chris is determined to keep things simple, after all, he has more than a decade on Lance and he doesn’t want to hold Lance back and mess up his dreams. But Lance’s easy going and vibrant personality keep pulling Chris in and bringing some light to his lonely life.
Chris was a gruff hero but by no means was he grumpy and being around Lance brought out a more playful side. They were very sweet together and it was nice to see them learn to depend on each other. I loved how fun and energetic Lance was but at the same time he was very mature and had a good life plan for himself. Usually characters are just one or the other so it was nice to have this characterization. His maturity helped bridge the gap in ages between Lance and Chris and it was something I could relate to since I was the same way at that age. Lance is the one that makes most of the moves to advance their relationship and I admired his bravery to ask for what he wanted from Chris.
Though I enjoyed Chris’s point of view, I would have loved to also have Lance’s since I like to read both sides of a romance. But Chris makes a great narrator, so I was never bored with his voice. Occasionally, I got tired of Chris’s constant worry about their age difference because he was just refusing to see how together and settled Lance was as a person, regardless of his age. But I also enjoyed their journey as they moved from a hookup, to friends with benefits, to real love.
••• Book Details •••
Portland Heat #3 • Romance, LGBTQ+, Contemporary • Lyrical Press • May 26, 2015
Sure, Chris O’Neal has problems. His restaurant is still co-owned by his ex. His flannel-and-tattoos style is making him accidentally trendy. He can’t remember the last time he went out and had fun. But he’s not lonely, he’s driven. And the hot bakery delivery boy is not his problem, no matter how sweet his buns.
Chris is old enough to know Lance Degrassi’s sculpted good looks and clever double entendres spell nothing but trouble. Lance is still in college—he should be hitting the clubs and the books, chasing guys his own age, not pursuing some gruff motorcycle-riding workaholic. Especially when he’ll be leaving for grad school in a few months. But Lance keeps hanging around, lending a hand, charming Chris to distraction. Maybe some steaming hot no-strings indulgence won’t hurt. Then again, maybe it will.