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"...Michael followed Simon through the sitting room to a door opposite his own bedchamber. He’d seen Simon’s athletic trousers lying on the bedroom carpet, but not the jock strap. He knew beneath the shimmering robe there lay the chance of a lifetime. An athlete’s groin, encased in a bit of cotton, the ass-end open to meet his maddened cock " and it goes on ...
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What's a woman to do? Lol.
Does it get better? I'm also not sure I could handle Michael's broad Irish accent all the way through a 55,000 word novel.




Also, Michael has a secret re his workingman's Irish accent. Remember, he grew up in the U. S.

Chuck, it isn't the jockstrap that bothers me, it's the purple prose. That excerpt's so flowery!





Please report back when you've read it. I'm interested to see what you think.

There seems to be a definite preoccupation with the sexual right from the get-go. I started to worry right from the author’s note to the reader: Heart to Hart recounts the sexual odyssey of two men. It is foremost, a fantasy – sexual and comedic adventures set in a nonexistent city in Ireland…. (emphasis mine)
And these are from the first chapter:
Michael’s cock set up a slow hammering beneath the stiff apron.
If the man hadn’t been so suck-my-dick handsome……
Here was man who badly needed a few things. One was a good friggin lay……….His cock shifted menacingly under his apron.
He knew he had to have this man, at his speed, and in his own way.
By now a small ache had begun in his balls.
He must be sure of the man he’d selected on a moment’s whim, a one-second leap o’ the cock.
Now he was consciously seeking a change in his life, drawn by his own unruly prick to the promise of a desirable man.
And this has continued to the point I’ve reached, more so from Michael’s perspective, but also a little when we’re in Simon’s head.
Now I prefer slow-burn romance to instant lust but even more than that, I find all these little sexual asides distracting from the story that’s trying to get underway.
I’ll read on in the hopes these guys calm down a little and get their heads out of their pants long enough to do something interesting.

I'm always eager to like stories recced here, but being such different human beings, we can't always like what others love.
Recently I downloaded two freebies that readers on Goodreads had given five stars by the bucket load, but I only managed to get half-way through both of them, and deleted them from my eREader.
C'est la vie.


Hmmm, based on the excerpts listed above, I really don't know if I'd care all that much for the descriptive erotic passages used in this story! However, the series does sound rather interesting and I'm putting the books on my wish list.

The weird thing is, when I’m not ‘getting’ a popular book, I can usually find a few other contrarian reviews. But I couldn’t find a single negative review for this one. So clearly it’s just me.
Also strange is that, in addition to the mention in the author’s note at the beginning, Ms O’Quinn says in a comment at Jessewave that the book was “meant to be comedic” which I did not see at all. I must really be reading this wrong. Oh well.

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While I can't disagree that thinking about boffing your beloved is atypical when a bad-guy is holding a switchblade to your throat, I enjoyed them enough to begin O'Quinn's Iron Warrior series about a Roman centurion in Britain who emigrates to Ireland with (among others) the eventually-to-be St. Patrick. Now, THAT'S a story..... and I love the setting and the historical notes. And, yes, there's a crapload of sex for the first third, then a really good story of Christians vs Druids kicks in. As I say (so often) opinions of stories and styles like these are what make for (metaphorical) horse races.
Uly, I loves ya, dude! Where would we be without the historical pespective on underclothing; particularly sports-oriented boulder-holders? Jockstraps: the hairshirt of gym class! More to be admired in the abstract than the actual wearing thereof. *hee! hee!* And you are, of course, correct in your statement that Harper Fox rules. My question is: has she ever really written a bad story?
Pretty much the way Simon Hart has captured Michael McCrae's fancy.
O'Quinn's imaginary Irish city in 1923 echoes Jordan Hawk's Widdershins in her series of American-based historical m/m mysteries. The 1920s setting, just after World War I, recalls Tamara Allen's jazz-age settings for her great books, including "Whistling in the Dark."
Simon Hart is grieving and angry, because after burying both his emotions and his physical urges for all of his twenty-five years, his closest friend, business partner--and potential lover--is brutally murdered. He happens upon Michael McCrae while leaving his friend's obituary notice at McCrae's paper.
McCrea is a bit of damaged goods himself, but doubts about his sexual interests have no part in this. Cocky, seductive, and very smart, Michael sets about taking care of Simon, whether or not Simon wants him to.
The pas-de-deux these two men perform is sexy, for sure--but sexual tension is a driving force in this narrative, and not just needless spice. Simon is all about control; Michael is all about taking life by the horns and seeing what happens. Simon's aloofness is all wrapped up in his past and his pain; but Michael's bravado hides a more complex character than anyone understands. Watching these two men come to understand each other is every bit as moving and entertaining as their sexual encounters are. Watching them work toward solutions to various crimes on Simon's to-do list--at first alone, and gradually together--makes for good reading.
I love a book that can be romantic without being soppy; that can have a period feeling without undue stiffness or exaggerated "olde tyme" inflections. 1923 is a long time ago, but it is in the modern world, and O'Quinn manages to create just the right balance to draw us into the story and make us care about these men.