Rating: 1.5 stars
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Leather Days is technically the sequel to Leather Nights, the story of LAPD detectives Mark and Dan, though there is not a lot of information from the first novel that you would need in order to understand this sequel. Mark and Dan are partners on the job, though technically Mark is Dan’s superior. In real-life, though, Dan is Marc’s Dom — power roles that are flip-flopped for both work and home, but seem to be working well. Mark lives with his daughter and mother-in-law, and Dan has started to act as a member of the family, though he does sometimes wonder whether he fits in at all.
The detectives have been called in on a case, a gruesome murder involving a sub named Tommy who was found strangled and hung from the ceiling, in a suspicious scene staged as an accidental death by erotic asphyxiation. The men are not convinced, and start chasing after leads, which bring them into contact with a popular TV actor and Tommy’s Dom, to start.
In the meantime, Mark is pulled away from Dan to investigate another crime, one involving high-powered attorney Manning, who is being shot at inside his home and needs police protection. While the two men work separate cases, they struggle with the danger of their duties and the temptation to stray from each other.
Okay. This book was hard-core. I am not a prude. I enjoy a good book about BDSM, and can even appreciate one that really is more about dominance through pain and control and doesn’t seem based much on a power exchange at all. I didn’t even blink an eye when it was mentioned, several times, that the MCs enjoyed capping off a particularly rough session by drinking the fresh cum out of the condom. Because to each his own, right?
This book, however, I could not handle. If I didn’t have to review this book, I would’ve given up about 5% in. It is, without a doubt, the most brutal book I’ve read involving “Dom/sub” relationships, and I put that term in quotation marks because I really don’t know if I can consider this a good depiction of it.
I’m going to let the authors words speak for themselves. First of all, the author used the most off-putting language during sex scenes, I could hardly read them. This paragraph came only two pages into the story, as the two MCs enjoyed a scene with one another:
Natural like, my pulsating cock slid into him. Mark grunted his acceptance and lay back. I tended to my part and pushed further into the well-oiled passage. His ass muscles relaxed and welcomed me back again. My seven inches gradually crept up his velvet avenue. He wriggled and twisted to take me all in, groaning quietly at first with the pain and effort. His man-cunt space is still narrow for my thick weapon, but I felt more at home each time, and I knew he wanted me fully inside him.
The language was just. . .ugh. I can appreciate gritty dirty talk with the best of them. But this was just over-the-top, unrealistic and ridiculous! The penis was also referred to as a poleax and fuckstick, on multiple occasions. As if that wasn’t enough, the MC Dom, who was supposedly in love, called his sub “motherfucker” on several occasions. It just was so harsh, and not in a good way.
Secondly, this book was all over the place. It was much too long, to start (though, truthfully, longer than a paragraph was too much for me), but it was not just a story about the two MCs. It was also told in flashback on occasion, and pages upon pages were a detailed story by the TV star suspect about his BDSM sexual history, which had no bearing whatsoever on the case. Here is a paragraph from that many page account.
It turned out he had a house about three miles outside town. I still didn’t have a car, hadn’t really needed it, as there was always someone from whom I could bum a ride. It would have to be a taxi that evening. And what to wear? I decided the preppy look would be appropriate —
Several times during his retelling, I thought to myself, “What was the question again?” because I believe the detectives just wanted to know his history to the sub who was found murdered. Instead we started from the inception of his sexual awakening until the end of time. Or something. It certainly felt that way. And this paragraph was the least graphic of his description. But, to my point, who cares? It had nothing to do with what was going on with the cases, nor did about 50% of the book, so I wonder why the author felt the need to include any of this at all.
I have to mention one of the biggest, most incredibly baffling element to this story — that Mark, a bigwig police detective, while on company business protecting Manning, immediately falls into bed with him. Immediately. Like minutes after meeting him. With little thought to the partner he left at home, other than a teensy-weensy bit of passing guilt. Which, in his defense, I guess he didn’t really need to feel, since his partner immediately shook it off when Mark told him about what happened many times between the two men. Besides it being blatant cheating (and I’m not a prude about cheating either), it was so highly unprofessional, I couldn’t understand it at all.
I’m giving this one a 1.5 stars, adding .5 stars because it’s not a terribly written novel, if you remove all of the ridiculous language and, well, everything about the story. Which is the biggest tragedy of all — that this author has the potential to write something good and decided on this instead.