Rating: 5.0 stars
With middle-age looming, Greg offsets his boring day job with what truly feeds his soul: photography. The camera is an extension of himself where he exposes his passion for the intersect of pleasure and pain. However, the lens also acts as a barrier, protecting his subjects from the shameful mistakes of his past, and Greg is left isolated and lonely.
Emyr stands on the cusp of fame, but adulation and abuse are both eroding his confidence, and one night, at the river’s edge, he seeks solace in the rain, hoping to hide his tears.
The photographer and the virgin rock star share an accidental connection on that dark, drizzly night. When Greg invites Emyr back to his hotel room, no strings attached, the young man should have bolted. Instead, an odd sense of trust allows him to follow Greg’s lead.
When the camera comes out, Emyr learns the stage isn’t the only place he loves to perform as Greg touches something inside him that rarely awakens. Faced with a beautiful, talented boy whose soul is as lonely as his own, will Greg be able to face his past and come to terms with it, or will he run from the connection he so desperately desires?
Bey Deckard is undoubtedly one of my all-time favorite, no questions asked, go to authors. Perhaps what called me to this book, besides my bromance with his writing, is that this one work was quite different from his other works, didn’t quite seem to fit the mold I’d come to expect from Mr. Deckard, and that’s what grabbed my attention.
Leave it to Mr. Deckard to write an exquisite Daddy Kink story. This isn’t incest, or S&M, or BDSM, or D/s. This is adult, consensual, hot as hell Daddy kink, of which I happen to be an aficionado of, amongst other adult pastimes. While Daddy kink does tend to have elements of BDSM in it, if that’s what the participants want, it doesn’t necessarily and Mr. Deckard explores all the elements involved with this particular kink in this excellent story.
Forty-two-year-old Greg has been living his life coping along after his disastrous D/s relationship with his previous partner, Travis, who used Greg for his own, twisted ends leaving Greg emotionally shattered. After a long five years of just surviving, living a celibate life due to the damage inflicted on him by Travis, Greg meets twenty-three-year-old Emyr, lead singer of an up and coming grunge rock group, whose hit Fuckhouse Blues is propelling them into the big leagues.
He turned to me, dark brows low over those big sky-blue eyes. Not as impressive as his magazine photoshoots, of course— hell, I can make anyone look good with a little Photoshop— but still handsome. No, handsome is the wrong word for Emyr Hughes. Ethereal. Innocent. I’d even used the word pretty to describe him in the past, but as he held my gaze steady, I struck that from the list. Not pretty. Too fierce— too raw.
Twenty-three-year-old, gorgeous Emyr, is having a bad evening when Greg stumbles upon him in damp, dank, rainy London. Greg feels a kindred spirit towards Emyr, besides the obvious physical attraction, and asks Emyr back to his hotel room to have a beer and talk. What follows is the beginning of a beautiful love story and cathartic relationship for both men
What a phenomenal Daddy kink story this is.
Greg, with his baggage from his previous relationship with Travis, a user and passive/aggressive abuser and Emyr, the twenty-three-year-old virgin who is the real deal: waiting for the right person to fully let himself go, are the two ideal characters to carry this work through.
The way Mr. Deckard develops the relationship between Greg and Emyr with the backdrop of the various, richly developed characters is nothing short of pure enjoyment. Barry Ward, Emyr’s “uncle” and unbeknownst connection to his long-gone father, Emyr’s mother, Owain and hunky Ladislav, and the threesome of Connor and Eammon and Maisie all make for a wonderful canvas on which to hang this fulfilling and rarely told story.
Please be fully aware that this is most absolutely adult material, and while it is not incest in any way, shape, or form there is a potential for some trigger situations for some. I personally found it rocks!
Mr. Deckard has an inimitable style that carries through all his works. There is an unwavering attention to detail and execution to the story that makes for such enjoyable reading. There are no hiccups, no editing issues, no WTFs that make you backtrack while you scratch your head and go ‘huh?’. This is quality writing at its best, the story just flows so you can immerse yourself in this universe that’s been created. Yeah, good stuff boys and girls.
Bey Deckard currently lives in the wilds of Montreal with his best buddy, a spotty pit bull named Murphy.
I would like to thank Bey Deckard for providing OJ He Say! with a review copy in exchange for an honest review.
Copyright © 2017 Bey Deckard
Published by Bey Deckard
Edited by Starr Waddell – QuiethouseEditing.com
Cover design by Bey Deckard
Cover photo by Strangeland Photography
Digital ISBN: 978-1-63533-261-2