Max and the Prince, by R.J. Scott

[Ulysses]

R.J. Scott is the master of the gay romance. She knows how to create characters who will make us care; and how to weave plots that will keep our interest and even scare us a little. Sex is always offered at just the right amount: no overkill, nothing not driven by the plot.

“Max and the Prince” is the first of the “Bodyguards Inc.” books I’ve read, although it’s third in the series. I have to roll my eyes just a wee bit, since both of its quite lovable protagonists are still twinks, even if Max Connery is a pretty badass twink. I mean, really, I love twinks (wish I still was one), and I realize that Prince Lucien’s life story sort of requires him to be a twenty-something. But does Max really have to have started as an RAF pilot at sixteen, so that he can be presented as a tough, seasoned war veteran at twenty-eight (even tho’ he’s such a twink he gets carded a bars!)?

Aw, I forgive RJ Scott. She writes wonderfully and moves us through her books with elegance and charm. And romance. Love is in the air and that’s what we all want, after all.