TBR Reviewer: Shyla
completely understands why that particular fetish might send many woman heading
for the heels. What shocks her is that she isn’t one of them.Thoughts of dominating Toby via dildo dance in her head and lead her to dinnerwith the charming young man followed by a trip to his house. I know what you’rethinking, what if this guy is a murder? Ms. Brooks approaches that with Renee checking id, calling a friend to relay her address, and give a date and time to contact the police by if she’s not heard from. That small touch really helps keep you in the scenario Ms. Brooks and was much appreciated by me. There’s nothing worse than being taken out of the story because you just can’t believe what’s going on.
Toby is a sweet guy who went from geek to sheik when he made millions off a video game he created and sold. Lance is the opposite of Toby at almost seven feet, with golden blonde hair, a well-muscled body, and a pension for leather, whips and submissive behavior. His abnormally large cock has been a barrier between him and women for a while now. He’s hopeful Renee will be willing to take him on , but his sweet nature would make him happy to see Toby get what he wants from a decent woman.
From the minute I read the summary for Small Medium, and Large I was intrigued. Just what was pegging?( If you don’t know the answer, it is when a man has a dildo used on him) My next question, once I goggled the term ,was how is that going to work into the story ? The answer to my surprise and delight was very well, with a dash of humor, a ton of passionate sex, and a carefully chosen cast of characters. It took just the right type of men and the
right woman to make this kinky ménage work, and Ms. Brooks positioned each of them together like a puzzle piece. There was a rightness that resonated throughout the story, and tapped into the basic concept of those who did not belong finding their niche together.
I’m glad I took a chance on this story. I enjoyed Small, Medium and Large immensely, and learned many new things. I’d recommend this to those who like their romance on the scorching side, but be warned, if M/M interaction makes you squeamish.
“There’s something I should tell you before we go inside.”
Oh, here it comes…
“I have a…roommate.”
Isn’t that just ducky? Hook me with the pocket Adonis and then toss me to the troll that lives under the bridge. “And what does he like? Whips and chains?”
He cleared his throat.“Well, yes, but only if you use them on him.”
Oh, joy… “You mean he wants a dominatrix?”
“Does it have to be me?”
“Well…you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”
“I’ll just bet he would,” Renee said dryly.
“Haven’t you ever wanted two men?”
“I dunno,” she replied with perfect truth. “Never really thought about it.” One was usually bad enough.
“If you’ve never thought about it before, this might be a good time to start. He’s a really nice guy, but he’s…well, you’ll see.”
Definitely a troll. “Does he have a name?”
He nodded.“Lance Svahnstrom.”
“Lance.” The name conjured up all manner of images, chief among them a timid little toad
given that name by parents who hoped to inspire him to be a warrior prince, or at least a quarterback. “Geeze, I don’t know, Toby.”
“That’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, but could you please at
least think about it?”
“What the hell. By the time I’ve finished fucking your ass with a strap-on, beating the shit out of another guy oughta be a piece of cake.”
God, he was cute when he laughed. “That’s the spirit!”
Then he opened the door and called out to his roommate. “Hey, Lance! C’mere and say
hello to Renee.”
A deep, rumbling voice replied from an adjoining room. “Who?”
Renee heard the sound of what was probably a recliner being righted, followed by a
heavy tread. Fee, fi, fo, fum was sure to be his next line. She held her breath.
As Lance entered, the first thing Renee noticed were the six-pack abs, followed by a bush of blond hair, cleft chin, square jaw, and muscles out the wazoo on what had to be a seven foot frame. And all he had on was a pair of cutoff jeans. Holy shit.
He held out his hand. Renee automatically offered her own and watched as it disappeared into his huge paw. Completely.
“Nice to meet you, Renee.”