It’s Valentine’s Day, and grad student—and male escort—Levi Barron expects to spend his evening with a client who’s paying him for his services in bed… not an assassin who needs to borrow the view from his hotel room in the morning.
With nothing to do but endure the company of his unwanted guest, Levi and the assassin, Sinjin, spend some time bonding over HGTV, minibar beverages, Flannery O’Connor short stories, terrible Valentine’s candy, and the necessity of lying about their jobs.
Their evening takes an unexpected turn when they decide to indulge in their mutual attraction, and in the morning Levi doesn’t know if he’s spent the night with a hired killer or a hydraulic engineer with a very specific fantasy. Either way, the two have enough chemistry—in and out of bed—that Levi isn’t sure one night with Sinjin will be enough.
And a message left in candy suggests the feeling is mutual.
An assassin and a rent boy walk into a bar… okay… a hotel room… the rent boy says “don’t shoot me” and the two proceed to become BFFs and have the hottest sex imaginable!
What makes this story magical is the dialogue between these two “characters” and I use that term with full meaning attached. They’re both a little nutty and a lot smart and snarky and surprisingly have a lot of common ground.
Though this is WAY TOO SHORT and I’d love if we can see more of them in the future – it’s hysterical, sweet, HOT and fun.
I have to thank Avon Gale for this passage – giving voice to one of the MOST annoying things in the world for me:
Levi stared at Sinjin, trying to understand what it was he was hearing. Was Sinjin—was he saying— “You’re gay?”
“Yeah, is that a problem?”
“Of all the things that I could be having a problem with right now, do you really think you being gay is anywhere near the top of the list?”
“Are you sure you’re not getting your PhD in sarcasm?”
Levi didn’t bother answering that. “That’s a coincidence, don’t you think? That the gay assassin and the gay rent boy end up stuck in a hotel room together?”
A coincidence. Not ironic. There was nothing that pissed off English majors more than misusing that word.
Thanks for that, Alanis. May it coincidentally rain on your fucking wedding day.
This story showcases the fact that Avon Gale is WITTY. Humor is an art and she excels at it. In addition, she has heart and all her characters resonate with it.
There’s no way you should skip this – it’s awesome! It’s a HFN – it’s only one day after all – but you get the impression that both men are absolutely going to be spending a lot of time together in the future.
Loved, loved, loved this – 5 of 5 stars.
Copy Generously Provided by Publisher for Honest Review