Genre: M/M, Contemporary Romance
Two dominant males, two worthy adversaries, in a business that takes no prisoners, will soon learn that fate refuses to be ignored .
My name is Troy Babilonia, but I’m best known as Babu, a renowned literary critic with my own online column. I’m followed by thousands! I’m a living god in the literary world. I have no filter, and for that, my flock of humble followers are forever grateful. If it weren’t for me, they wouldn’t know what to read. I have zero tolerance for the weak-minded attention seekers, nor do I have respect for the self-proclaimed geniuses of the Indie world. My advice to all Indie authors is to never break the cardinal rule in this cut-throat business. Ever.
My name is L. Blackburn and I’m an Indie author. My extraordinary genius was loved and worshiped throughout the literary world, until one egocentric critic tried to obliterate my career. It seems I broke some fucking “cardinal rule,” and now I’m paying the price for it. But I don’t plan on going down without a fight.
After all, when a predator goes after your cub, it’s time to go for the throat–and maybe more…much more.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a couple getting a bit frisky at one end of the bar. The woman, Marie Antoinette from what I can decipher from my position, has her hands travelling all over what must be Cyrano de Bergerac if the size of his nose is any indication. I chuckle to myself, wondering if the size of his nose is any indication to the length of his cock. I have pondered that question on many occasions and no, one does not equate the other, unfortunately.
I perch myself on a stool at the other end of the bar from the groping couple. I can’t hear their conversation, but my overly active imagination is already creating their dialogue from their body language alone.
Marie A. is willing and ready to spread her legs, but Cyrano is more annoyed than turned on. His eyes are darting from one person to the other, his minutely trembling fingers circling his glass in an attempt to calm his nerves, maybe? In my mind, their conversation goes something like this:
“Take me back to the room, Cyrano.”
“Get a grip, woman, you’re making a spectacle of yourself.”
“Fuck me, Cyrano.”
“Is this seat taken?”
Well, well, that is definitely not a voice borne from my inner musings. “It is now, ma belle.” My French will be coming in handy tonight. “Who do I have the honor of meeting?” The shit is just spewing from my lips. This classically beautiful woman is not dressed in elegant clothing, but rather is wearing trousers and a man’s coat.
“Je m’appelle George Sand, enchantee, Monseigneur le Marquis.”
George Sand, of course. How the fuck did I miss that?
“Enchante, Mademoiselle Sand.”
Tonight, I’m taking her to my bed because any woman who dresses up as George Sand is worth my attention.
Licking my lips at the prospect of fucking this woman, I take her hand into my own and kiss the back all the while keeping my eyes solely trained on hers. We spend more than an hour talking, drinking and flirting shamelessly. George plays coy one minute and sexually cunning the next. I’m not sure if I want to spank her or fuck her at this point. Maybe both.
“Shall we take this party to my room, George?” I like calling her by a man’s name. It suits my bisexual tendencies.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she answers with her light pink lips pursing into a slight smirk.
My Review: 3.75/5 Stars
When I first got Black Balled, I stopped everything to read it. Read it in one night, because who doesn’t want to read about two dominate men?
The beginning was amazing. Troy who is a reviewer doesn’t hold his punches when he gives a review for a book he doesn’t like. He comes across a book that he didn’t like that was written by L. Blackburn and writes a review on how he really felt. I loved his spunk with it and he was merciless.
That in turn got the attention of L. Blackburn. He reads the review and comments on it, which turns out to be a big no-no and a possible career suicide, but he didn’t let that stop him.
Now these two are going back and forth through emails and a few times I kept say well damn, they seriously sent that through an email or time out flag on the play. All in good thoughts because they were both trying to get the upper hand on the other person and I wanted to know who would go the furthest in shocking the other one the most. It was a close call.
Now there is a twist in there that just had me shaking me head and wanting to slap the person that started it. And then another one where I was rooting for Troy and was not at all disappointed in the outcome.
I liked both Troy and Larson better known as Babu and L. Blackburn. Larson was an ass, but he admitted it and owned it and it worked for him and he was cocky too. He let his opinion and feelings be known even when everybody told him not to. He was just awesome sauce.
Now to the rating, like I said I enjoyed the story in the beginning, its when they finally meet each other, knowing exactly who the other person is that didn’t do it for me. I mean this person has basically destroyed your career, but lets go have sex. I’m not saying that they couldn’t eventually be together, but I wanted a little more take. As in each of them had to work a little harder to get the other person. Then the possessiveness just came to fast and it was some serious stuff that again I had to stop and say time out flag on the play, what the heck just happened.
It was an interesting read and I hope there will be little snippets of the life Larson and Troy made for themselves.
Andrea Smith is a USA Today Best-Selling Author.
An Ohio native, currently residing in southern Ohio. The Past Tense Future Perfect trilogy is Ms. Smith’s first self-published work. Having previously been employed as an executive for a global corporation, Ms. Smith decided to leave the corporate world and pursue her life-long dream of writing fiction.
Ms. Smith’s second series, The ‘G-Man Series’ consists of four novels and a novella. Her ‘Limbo Series’ is her first venture into a blend of romantic/suspense, mystery with steamy scenes and a paranormal edge.
Eva LeNoir grew up travelling with her parents to various countries in the world. Reading was her constant companion during her travels and her ability to adapt to different cultures fed her mind with endless possibilities. The characters swimming in her head are always from various horizons with a multitude of dreams and aspirations. However, all of these voices always have one thing in common: The women are strong and independent. A true believer in the female cause, Eva’s wish is to portray the women in her books as the leaders. She sees them walking hand in hand with their partners and not be the sheepish followers of the male gender. But most of all, Eva LeNoir wants to offer her readers a moment of pleasure as they dive into the world of her mind’s creation.
*** An ARC copy was given to me for a honest review.