Jay Hogan
Autore di First Impressions
Serie
Opere di Jay Hogan
Etichette
Informazioni generali
- Sesso
- female
- Nazionalità
- New Zealand
Utenti
Recensioni
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Statistiche
- Opere
- 21
- Utenti
- 396
- Popolarità
- #61,231
- Voto
- 4.2
- Recensioni
- 65
- ISBN
- 42
- Lingue
- 1
Jed describes himself in the blurb as a "family car". Nash, on the other hand, is what? a Lamborghini?! a Stinger?! he's a 53-year old gay man who plays the field - he keeps his body in excellent shape, never eats desert, and is extremely well groomed.
He's also a driven professional, as school principal, who is making a difference for LGBTQ kids. He's disciplined. He has warm brown eyes, and is self confident, intelligent, articulate - the list is long. There's a lot to admire. And Jed, a classic car mechanic, divorced with two grown-up kids, falls fast for Nash ... despite not exploring that side of his bi-sexuality since he was 15.
I really love the way Jed learns to put himself at the centre of his life. This is such a wonderful takeaway from this book - how important this is, and ultimately it is the way to give the best to your loved ones.
Nash is initially drawn to what a handsome man Jed is - and here the cover art gives us a great image to work with! He sets out to seduce Jed, and Jed is awed by this confident, attractive gay man. And once they've hooked each other, so to speak, they immediately work at getting to know each other. They are good at it, and it really is no time before they know they are in love, and appreciate each other deeply. Next Jed asks Nash to move in before the end of the summer holidays. It's impossibly soon given the type of alone, independent life Nash has lived for decades ... but he doesn't hesitate. They are really both so brave, especially Nash in my books.
Gary Furlong's adopted New Zealand accent - on display in Jay Hogan's books - is such a fantastic addition. And oh, to smell that jasmine in Jed's garden on the hillside above Wellington. And Nash's comment that he loves Wellington for its four distinct seasons - I want to experience that. I do know it is a beautiful windy city on the sea, from several visits.
It is odd to repeat the book's blurb, but it's got to be one of the best blurbs - it's a perfect window into the book.
FOXED: To be thrown into a state of uncertainty-flustered, bamboozled, bewildered, puzzled, vexed. AKA, me. Jed Marshall. 55-year-old successful classic car mechanic; divorced, mostly closeted, and whose wholly inexperienced bisexuality has suddenly awakened after one smouldering look and said, 'Damn, who's the hottie?' Or words to that effect. Cue, Nash Collingwood. 53-year-old scarily smart high school principal; out, gay, confident, and sexy as hell. He's also my daughter's boss. So, not complicated at all, right? Nash could ignite a bonfire with a single sultry look, comes fully accessorised with a charm offensive Churchill would be proud of, an easy-going flattery that thrills my heart far too effortlessly, and an impressive track record with men many decades my junior. In short, Nash is everything I'm not, and everything I've avoided for roughly my entire life. He's the hot rod to my sensible family car, that is if you like your family cars with a few dents, creaky suspension, unexpected backfires, and a dodgy stick. The last thing I need is a relationship-especially with a man. I buried that pipe dream a long time ago and a little loneliness is a small price to pay. The festive season and long summer vacation are on our doorstep. I'm finally getting things right with my family who mean everything to me, and I don't want to mess that up. But Nash doesn't care about my awkward inexperience, or clumsy excuses, or any of my insecurities. Nash only sees me. He wants me. For the first time in years, I feel alive and sexy and a whole lot more than just a good father and grandfather. I should walk away, but the closer Nash and I become, the more he fills my grey world with colour, and the promise of a second chance at love I never thought possible.… (altro)