Pip
Simmonds is the twinkiest twink in London. He’s loud, proud, and packed to the
brim with sass. But when he’s laid low by illness, even his hotpants lose their
sparkle and his worried boss sends him to the South of France to recuperate in
his holiday home.
Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat is beautiful, and the periwinkle-blue villa is luxurious,
but the real draw for Pip is the villa’s other resident—his boss’s younger
brother, Olivier Durand.
Olivier owns a perfume empire and has spent his whole life running from any
other form of commitment. He’s worldly, carefree, wild, and the perfect choice
for a holiday fling.
Drawn together by proximity, the two men become lovers and friends and then
something more. Something special. But will their special bond hold true after
summer’s end, when they both must return to their real lives?
This is the second book in the bestselling Model Agency series, but it can be
read as a standalone.
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A brilliant idea occurs to me. “And you’d better go now because the owner is here. He’s inside.”
I still can’t see his face, but somehow, I know he’s amused. My impression is confirmed when he says, “Really?” with a great deal of lively scepticism.
“Oh yes.” I shift from one foot to the other rather awkwardly. I’m used to being naked in front of men, but more pleasurable things are usually on the agenda. “He’s my lover, and he’s gone to make drinks. Then he’ll be out here, and there’ll be hell to play.”
“Oh, dear. That does sound worrying. Is he dangerous?”
His beautiful French accent lingers on the last word, and I’m lost for a second. Then I rally.
“Oh, very,” I say airily. “He’ll kill anyone who looks twice at me.”
“He must be a very busy man.”
The compliment disarms me. “Oh well, of course,” I say, regaining my composure. “Thank you. You’re quite right, stranger who is not an axe man.”
“I am definitely not that. I don’t think I could fit an axe in my shorts’ pockets, no?”
“You’d be surprised. I’ve met a few men who’ve got enough room down there to stock the contents of B and Q,” I say unthinkingly.
He throws his head back, laughing. It’s a very attractive sound.
“You should go,” I say wistfully. This is the most exciting thing that’s happened to me since my ex shagged me in a glass lift.
“Ah, because your lover will emerge soon, yes?”
I nod.
“And your lover is?” he asks.
“Oh.” My thoughts immediately spin towards the enigmatic brother of my boss. “He’s Olivier Durand.”
“Really?”
I raise my eyebrow. “He’s insanely possessive of me.” I wave a hand down my body. “And who can blame him?”
“Indeed.”
I narrow my eyes. “I can’t help feeling you don’t believe me, stranger danger.”
He steps forward, and a torch sheds light on his face. I stiffen. It’s a face I last saw in a photo in the kitchen—the picture that showed him smiling with my boss’s arm over his shoulders.
“Shit,” I say morosely.
Olivier Durand chuckles, his eyes dancing. “I do believe you. You are incredibly convincing, but now I am in a quandary.”
“Sounds painful.”
“So painful, because I’m afraid I will now have to visit a doctor.”
“Why?” I ask faintly.
“For my memory loss, of course. Here was I thinking myself a hale, fairly hearty, and very single young man, when pouf, I am the victim of amnesia and cannot remember the name of my beautiful young lover. And after that, I shall have to get my shotgun ready to begin shooting your many suitors in a fit of insane rage.”
“Oh dear.”
He starts to laugh again. “It is Pip, yes?”
I put my hands on my hips. “Who else?”
Angie
– ☆☆☆
I tried desperately to like this book. I'd put it down and come back to it,
hoping it would get better and sadly, it never did. The prologue was okay, even
though I wasn't keen that one main character cheated on his date at the party
with the other main character. This book had an overabundance of description. I
found myself bored and skimming/skipping pages worth of descriptions. The
banter became old after a while. I didn't connect with either Pip or Olivier.
Things moved soooooo slow. This book could have been half the length and then
it might have worked for me. Ugh, the banter though, too much, overdone, and
just unnecessary. The only character I liked was the photographer neighbor. I
didn't connect with any of the characters, and I wasn't invested in the story
or the outcome. Total miss for me.
LILY MORTON is a bestselling gay
romance author. She writes love stories filled with heat and humour.
She lives in sunny England with her husband and two children, all of whom claim
that they haven't had a proper conversation with her since she got her Kindle.
Lily has spent her life with her head full of daydreams, and decided one day to
just sit down and start writing about them. In the process she discovered that
she actually loved writing, because how else would she get to spend her time
with hot and funny men?
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