Total-e-bound, £2.99, ISBN 978-1-906328-24-5
Contemporary Erotica, 2007
Garron’s Gift is a continuation of the love story that started in Sonny’s Salvation. Needless to say, you’d best read that one first before you tackle this one. I wonder why the publisher doesn’t compile these two stories into one single edition because both stories aren’t particularly long, for one, and Sonny’s Salvation is seriously lacking of a plot climax that this one could have provided.
Also, this one could have also provided some comedy because this one sees the old Carol Lynne of the silly plots making a comeback. Garron Greeley gets news that his lover Sonny Good has been involved in a fight with some local jerk over the deliberate killing of Sonny’s prize bull. I’d expect some shock or outrage from Garron over the incident but instead he and Sonny announce that they are horny and proceed to get down to business. Please don’t tell me that the dead bull turns them on, Ms Lynne, because that will be too creepy even for me.
After the shag they decide to bring out the wedding rings. I’m here going, “Hello? Dead cow? Am I the only one who remembers the poor dead sucker? The body is still outside decomposing on the farm, fellows, while you are happily doing the pogo dance. Hello?” I’d think if these guys are concerned enough about wanting to recover the bullet to incriminate the bad guy, they’d at least oversee the removal of the bullet but no, they can’t wait to play hee-haw partner instead. Some people really have no priorities.
At any rate, even with the recent spates of bigotry-driven attacks on Sonny and Garron, these two decide to get married in a public place. Now, I’m all for standing up for your rights, but come on, guys, exercise some caution, please. Why not just throw a party someplace else where the lunatics can’t get them? Needless to say, trouble arises when Sonny gets shot and the wedding plans unfortunately have to postponed.
This story sees Ms Lynne back to her old tricks, with plenty of unintentionally hilarious conversations that, no manner how heavy or serious the topic initially was, always get derailed into sex. And frankly, given that one of them is an ex-FBI agent and the two of them don’t even exercise any caution despite knowing that someone is out to get them, I find it hard to get affected by the shooting. Seriously now, those two are asking for trouble the way they are going about doing things.
On the bright side, this book doesn’t bore me like the author’s last few books. On the other hand, it’s because this book is badly written enough to make me laugh. I don’t know what to say. Er… welcome back?
