TBR reviewer: B.H.
When author Rose Garland summons the Muse from Mount Olympus to inspire her in writing an erotic historical romance, she expects to see a sweet lady in a flowing gown appear. Instead, she finds herself facing a sleazy but sexy hustler who compels her to write BDSM, menage a trois and Master-slave fiction instead, thus fulfilling her own wildest fantasies.
Things get even wilder when Mr. Muse forces her to act out his scenes with him and his handsome apprentice, who boasts a very broad chest covered with equally vulgar t-shirts. But when a wealthy publisher offers to print her sweet historical romance instead…and the nice Muse of History pops up at a city council meeting in order to help her…while her sister Muse of Comedy won’t stop laughing at her own awful jokes…then what’s a girl to do, especially when she realizes that she enjoys it all?
I now hang my head, this was a bad decision. Who knew how the story would play out? I quickly found out. Telling plays an unfortunate role in The Muse of X Rated Romance. It’s a crippling mistake along with the use of ‘had’ and ‘freaking’.The muse himself had a very feminine talk/thoughts, and I could not picture the tall hunk Ms. Rose described in two sentences. The muse’s apprentice, Eratus, apparently delivers pizza. It’s his earth job.
Really? How unromantic.
I know this is supposed to be a light-hearted, fun read but it’s turning into unique and disheveled. The character don’t mesh, it’s instant sex, the story is rushed and the sex with two strangers is...passionless, lifeless, really bad – take your pick of words.
I’d really like to give this story a 2 because it did have potential but after reading the ‘ménage’ scene, that’s not going to happen. I can only hope Ms. Rose works on her writing and tries again because the plot was a great idea.