Friday, December 31, 2010

'Mr. Erotica' by Richard Jeanty

Mr. Erotica… how could you not pick up and flip through a book with that title? And then knowing it’s a Jeanty title? I have enjoyed Richard’s books in the past so reading another one was a no-brainer. In this one you have a successful author/publisher who has a lusty female fan who wants a bit more than just an autograph. She couldn’t have come at a worse time in his life because Dave isn’t getting any from his wife because she’s not feeling sexy as she has to take care of three kids, and Dave is horny as hell.

He tries to be a good faithful husband but the “call of the wild” is too real, and when you’re traveling on the road with it being thrown at you… the wall of Jericho WILL come down. Come down they do and the person that helps is a woman named Kendra. This chick is 100% looney and 115% demented. Seriously, she’s so disturbed that ‘Fatal Attraction’ to her wasn’t a drama, it was a “how-to” movie. His mentor helps him devise a plan to take care of her, but you can’t control nor trap chaos. I know the brother should have just said no but it’s damn near impossible to say no when “no” has a perfect apple booty covered in poom poom shorts and a halter top that aint haltering much.

Mr. Jeanty also has a very… interesting way of mixing real life and fiction. I want to say that this is almost an autobiography with some fiction thrown in. Actually I WILL say that. Being in the book business (seller/reader/book pimp but not author) I smile as he wrote about some of the industry shop-talk and laughed when he slammed the hell out of certain publishers! He uses the titles of his books and other things that make this a mini-bio or sorts. Of course what I want to know is; where are the pictures of the beautiful women? You’re holding out on us Richard.
As a fan of Richard I’m glad to see him continue to put out good stories. As a lover of the book industry I’m VERY happy to see him have his own publishing company, promote his own authors, and be a success in the literary jungle in which we make our living and thrive.


Thursday, December 30, 2010

The Diary of Molly Fredrickson: Peanut Butter, Vol. 1 by Cornnell Clarke

This is my third experience with Molly Fredrickson and each volume makes me wish I had the power to give life. This woman (high-school girl in this volume actually) exudes so much sexuality that if she were Greek she would have sprung from Zeus’s penis. I seriously don’t think there is anything this girl wouldn’t do sexually because… well… she’s done it on these pages. There are few things sexier than petite nymphs in a Catholic school-girl uniform; unless you have TWO petite nymphs in a Catholic school-girl uniform. One with mocha colored skin and breasts like Casaba melons.

I did notice one odd thing that I did with this volume that I didn’t really do with the others: I read it. A graphic novel with this much sexuality and colorful lust doesn’t need words but Mr. Clarke took the time to actually write a story. A decent story at that. Now, I did read the other volumes but it was more like a fast skim just so that I would have the background. Since this was Vol. 1 I wanted to see what made Molly, Molly. From what I get Molly’s a freak, and that is OK with me. The only other way to get this much pure sexuality in your hands is to pick up and carry around a naked Kim Kardashian. (But lift weights first because that booty ‘aint no joke)!


'True Confessions' by Electa Rome Parks

This is becoming a habit; closing out my yearly reading with Electa Rome Parks. Last year it was ‘Diary of a Stalker’ and this year it’s ‘True Confessions’. Now I don’t know if it’s me or what, but the last few books I’ve read have had women who need a good old-fashioned butt kicking. Electa tells the story of Kennedy Logan AKA whiny-jellyfish-sister-who-got-on-my-damn-nerves! Kennedy even admits she’s spineless and that makes it even worse. The story opens with Kennedy at a SERIOUS crossroads in her life and the journal writing takes place after that. It’s her therapy. Her way to cope. Her papyrus therapist.

She’s surrounded by her well meaning mother-of-a-hen mother, best friend, and her ex-man. Unfortunately it’s her ex-man that is most of the problem. His name is Drake and he’s the man. Smooth. Smart. Sexy. Protector. Sex god. Abuser. The perfect tool to mold and control a woman like Kennedy. She slowly gives in to the abuse and her life becomes a true living hell. Drake has the ability to make her cry… in and out the bedroom. Inside the bedroom it’s ok because his oral skills have her climbing the wall like she’s chasing Tobey freaking Maguire. Outside the bedroom, though, his oral skills have her scared like Mark McGwire. Throughout this story we keep hearing about that “one” incident that was the catalyst to the straw breaking the back. When you find out you’ll be like Usher… Oh my God!!

Electa gives us a story that you will enjoy with a character you won’t. Now I know you’re about ready to sic the N.O.W. on a brotha’ for getting upset with an abused woman, but read this book and see if you don’t agree.


Monday, December 20, 2010

Jason's Top 10 Books of 2010

1.Blood Oath by Christopher Farnsworth (9780399156359).
I read this book in April and it has maintained its #1 status ever since. Bloody action, dark humor, and some extremely intriguing historical-fiction make this book an easy pick for #1.

2. 'Tempted by Trouble' by Eric Jerome Dickey (9780525950585)
Eric Jerome Dickey just cannot do wrong. Everything this man writes is just pure. This man’s fierce intelligence is complimented perfectly with his unnatural talent to tell a story. He takes a break from his phenomenal Gideon series to write a story about a tormented man named Dmytryk, an earth-bound devil named Eddie Coyle, and the forced tango these two are forced to dance. There are very few authors like Eric Jerome. And by “few” I mean one.

3. ‘American Assassin’ by Vince Flynn (9781416595182).
Mitch Rapp has been around since 1999 taking care of the burrs in our collective asses called terrorists. But how does one become a terrorist killer? What kind of person does it take to become the type of person to RUN towards an impossible mission? Is that person born or made? If you’ve been reading Vince Flynn’s books for as long as I have then you want answers! ‘American Assassin’ does a superb job in showing us how Mitch Rapp became Mitch Rapp. If you believe that terrorist are born and bred to kill, then you better believe the same of their nemesis.

4. ‘Making The Hook-Up’ by Cole Riley (9781573443838).
If you know me, you know I love my erotica, and erotic short stories are like the hot oil to my massage. Short, hot stories that you can read anywhere, anytime to bring a little spice to a boring ass day. This was the best erotic collection I have read this year. One of the reasons I loved it so was because each story was different and each story was excruciatingly erotic. While they stood out for that very reason, the fact that there was an actual STORY behind them made them even that more tantalizing.

5. ‘Savages’ by Don Winslow (9781439183366)
First book I’ve read by Mr. Wilson and what a damn good one it was. The humor was dark, the action was brutal, the woman was defective yet perfect, the writing was untouchable, and Ben and Chon are two characters you won’t soon forget.

6. ‘Deliver Us From Evil’ by David Baldacci (9780446564083)
A very brutal book by Mr. Baldacci. But what still stands out to me (still!) to this day is the violent and descriptive torture. Revenge is the name of the game in this book and the hunted party is the Nazis. This one group hunts down these idiots and then forces them to watch their past atrocities before they are killed. (Works for me). Unfortunately, even the best laid plans are never perfect…

7. ‘Grim Reaper’ by Steve Alten (9781935142164)
The best end-of-the-world-epic I’ve read in the past few years. I actually put this one on my Top 20 of my favorite books ever. Think of ‘The Stand’ meets ‘Dante’s Inferno’ meets snippets of the ‘911 Commission Report’. Steve Alten is an author of rare form that, like Eric Jerome Dickey, has that born talent to just KNOW how to tell a good story.

8. ‘Last Days of Ptolemy Grey’ by Walter Mosley (9781594487729)
What more can I say about Walter Mosley? This man is a walking, talking, writing living literary legend. The publishing world, as well as we readers need to show this man some more damn respect. You’ve heard the cliché that “this author is so good he could write the phone book and make it a bestseller”? Mosley’s writing will make you want to read the phonebook’s sequel.

9. ‘The Confession’ by John Grisham (9780385528047)
I read this entire book mad! Mad that there are still some areas in this country where your social class determines your level of justice. Mad that there are law enforcement officials who could give a hairy rat’s ass about the truth. Mad that innocence is more often believed if not wrapped in dark skin. Mad that this is still happening. Grisham delivers one of his BEST. Period.

10. ‘The Hot Box’ by Zane (9780743499279)
Zane is another one of my just-can’t-miss-authors. I know when I pick up a Zane novel I won’t put it down unless 1. Meagan Good slaps it out of my hands. 2. Zoe Saldana slaps it out of my hands. 3. Toni Braxton slaps it out of my hands, Meagan picks it up, gives it to Zoe… and Zoe reads it to all three of us. Naked. In a hot tub. Hey don’t blame me. Zane’s books are the reason my fantasies are what they are. Yours can be too.

Other books I read in 2010 that you shouldn’t miss:

'Six Graves to Munich' by Mario Puzo - 9780451230591
'Blue-Eyed Devil’ by Robert B. Parker - 9780399156489
'Accused' by Mark Gimenez - 9781847442765
'Lipstick Hustla' by Allison Hobbs - 9781593092825
'Welfare Wifeys' by K'wan - 9780312536978
'The Eagle's Conquest' by Simon Scarrow9780312305345
‘Fast Girls’ by Rachel Kramer Bussel - 9781573443845
If you would like a list (and ratings) of ALL the books I read in 2010, just drop me an e-mail at Here's to an exciting 2011!!

Friday, December 17, 2010

'The Eagle's Prey' by Simon Scarrow

Man…book #5 and this series hasn’t slowed down yet. Cato & Macro… Lady Fortuna protects them like a mother lion. There are times when we look back throughout time and say “things were better back then”. And During the time of Rome the argument could be made that loyalty, honor, and sacrifice were held in higher esteem than they are now. Unfortunately, the one thing that has ALWAYS remained the same: bottom-feeding politicians. Promoted and in charge of men for no other reason than daddy had some fast moving sperm. Macro and Cato have been transferred to a unit commanded by such an individual...

It’s unfortunate that he has such a cool name; Maximus. During the heat of a battle he pulls a boneheaded move and Cato is caught holding the stick. Although Cato’s service record to this point is colored with bravery in the face of certain death, including an insane mission to save the General’s family, he is sentenced to death… along with forty others in the famously brutal practice of roman ‘Decimation’. That stupid ruling sets the tone for this book and with it comes another glorious, bloody romp through the Legions of Rome. Reading this series is made for book lovers like me. Characters you grow with and bond to, bloody descriptive action, and the joy in knowing that it will last for a good long time.

Nunc ad sexti.


Monday, December 13, 2010

'True Grit' by Charles Portis

I will admit that I read this book totally based on the hype of the new movie. Not the book and not the old movie with that dead old guy named John Wayne. I was jonesing for a Western and since this was a classic (1968) I gave it a shot. I DID enjoy this book but if I’m do be 100% honest… Mattie got on my damn nerves! At fourteen this girl was able to boss around grit-hardned and burly men? As much as I wanted to believe that, I truly couldn’t. If these men were as hard and rough as we were led to believe, they would have had a few words with this female whelp and either ignored her, beat her, or done other things need not mentioned. While the story was good, I just couldn’t get past how blatant fourteen year old Mattie was and how she was allowed to live. I know that sounds bad but this is the Wild West not The Ladies Preparatory School for Women.

Anyway, I kept reading because this in all seriousness a good book. One thing that kept me was the language. Certain words and certain phrases were nothing less than literary morsels. Smooth veils of silk in the harsh and dry environment known as the West. To me, THAT is what makes this book wonderful. The violence that I also love is there in spurts and bad guys abound. But what will make me recommend this book to my folks will be the language. What will make me remember this book are the words.


Friday, December 10, 2010

Peanut Butter Vol. 2 by: Cornnell Clarke

I read Vol. 4 before I read Vol. 2 (not that it matters with this series) and you can tell the maturity in the artwork between the two. Makes sense, because it looks like there was about a seven year span between the volumes. Of course no one, including me, is looking at the artwork like it’s some DaVinci or Picasso anyway. Despite that, this one was just as graphic, just as sexual, just as erotic, just as satisfying, just as “OMG”!! as her cousin. Mr. Clarke draws like most guys think. Outrageously hot women who are willing and (more importantly) ABLE to do anything sexual for no other reasons that “why not”? Nothing is out of bounds, the word “no” is nonexistent, and sharing partners is not only encouraged but required.

Yes, there is text in this one as well but it’s there I guess because it has to be. The erotic artwork overshadows anything the characters have to say, and just as well. If I’ve got some voluptuous Amazon goddess standing in front of me, shaved down with less hair than bowling ball, I could care less about what she has to say on… well… just about anything. The text is good for a bit so you can follow the story if you want, but why would you want? :-) Cornnell puts more than enough art eye candy in to satisfy. Now… maybe I should start with Vol. 1?


'Rogue Wave' by Boyd Morrison

First: believe everything you’ve hear about how incredibly fast this book is. Second: believe everything you’ve hear about how incredibly fast this book is. There are some books that are fast reads; ‘Rogue Wave’ will make you read fast! It literally drags you from page to page because it’s that type of non-stop action reading. I literally had to physically slow down because I was moving so fast. This book deserves 100% of all the over the top praise it is getting. I was wondering myself what in the world could have caused such a wave, and when I found out... man!

The beginning was full throttle as Kai (love that name) has to determine if there is a tsunami, how powerful it is if there indeed is one, and do they need to evacuate. I laughed at the politics and how, no matter WHAT the emergency, politicians have to bear their 9-headed Hydra. Always and forever I guess. My only beef came near the late-middle of the book. I love disaster/annihilation novels, always have. What drives me crazy are the stupid heroics of the people in them. I know, I know, I know I’m Mr. Heartless.  But I found that in this book, it drove me bonkers because it was one right after the other after the other after the other! I mean come on! All jokes aside, it did seem like a bit much for the “I’m going to save her/him”, or “what was that noise, I need to save someone else”. Either heed the warning or die idiots.

So that was a slight hiccup for me. The ending however… thrillers aren’t supposed to be emotional right? Can we agree on that? I mean emotions are for books like ‘Lovely Bones’, ‘Flowers for Algernon’, any boring book that Oprah picks, or book #7 in the ‘Dark Tower’ series. Not a book about a freaking killer wave. Apparently Boyd missed a board meeting because he damn sure didn’t get that memo. Two huge things happened that caught me totally unawares and left me and my heart considering a lawsuit. Simply put, I loved this book. Get one for yourself, get one for your friend, get one for your enemy, get one for your wife, get one for your weekend girlfriend, and throw one in every stocking of your book lover friends this Christmas. An incredible sophomore (I think) book by Mr. Morrison.


Monday, December 6, 2010

'Khan: Empire of Silver'

Whenever I read a Conn novel I expect to be taken on a journey. A grand, expansive, lyrical journey. I have followed him since before his first ‘Emperor’ novel and have stayed a fan since. My only quam is that he takes about a year and a half between novels so I tend to lose a bit of the story because 1. I’m not getting younger and 2. Ginsing is NASTY! Trying to keep up with the bloodline of Genghis is like trying to read Braille with ball bearings attached to your fingers. But as I read this latest installment in the ‘Khan’ series, everything slowly comes back. As massive a figure as Genghis was, the character that took me in this book was Tsubodai. The General. The Strategist. The non-bloodline “outcast” that helped build one of THE greatest warrior nations ever. His true impact we’ll probably never know but ‘Empire of Silver’ does a pretty good job of helping us see his contribution. His brutality seems second only to Genghis and I enjoyed reading about the slaughter he meted out to anyone who didn’t have the sense to give up.

Conn does the Khan History justice in this latest installment of The Mongols. We get the battles, the blood (although I was hoping for more), and even the time treasured, never ending politics of a Nation. Genghis has so many children and offspring that if he lived today he would be playing in the NBA. Because of this, there are numerous, legitimate claims to the Khanate that are constantly being challenged. Ogedai is the Khan in this book but for how long? Will honor, greed, or bloodlust win the day? Once Ogedai makes his decision as to who will rule what and where, the generals are loosed upon the world. And I guess their orders were to slaughter damn near everything because… geez! They introduced so much blood to the world that vampires were like “seriously, stop”. Reading a Conn novel is truly pure joy because there is so much story and the way he’s writing these Khan novels, there’s no end in sight. Fine with this reader.

Conn’s writing has sharpened since his first ‘Emperor’ book but a small part of me wishes for the “old” Conn, especially when it comes to the blood and brutality. Don’t misunderstand me; it’s in here but not at the level as his previous books. Doesn’t take away from the story, just a personal preference. Anyway… enough of me crying and belly aching… the action in this book is exactly what you would expect from Conn; fast and vast. The simmering hatred Batu has for Tsubodai and his forced yet mocking obedience of the famed General. Chagatai biding his time before unleashes his version of the Mongol Smackdown. The terror of the Russian towns and her citizens at the knowledge that they would not live to see the next morning; heck the next hour. A shocking sacrifice by one of the brothers, the genius of a forgotten General, and a razor sharp kirpan twist at the end.

Anyone wanting to know how to write an historical-thriller needs to sign up for ‘Conn 101’. Anyone wanting to read a massive historical-thriller needs only to visit their local book store to do so. When you get there, go to the “I” section, look up ‘Iggulden’, and then cancel your life for the next week.

One last thing: Conn adds some historical facts at the end of this book to give us perspective as to what was true and what he took liberty with. I’m assuming he did this because for some reason Conn gets beaten up mercilessly by critics scream from the mountaintops that his books aren’t “accurate”. Conn is an author, Conn is a creator, Conn is a storyteller. If he wants to take liberty with history so be it! I understand why he did it (if that is indeed why he did it) but I say screw the corncob pipe smoking critics man! He has a gift that they don’t; he can tell a story and hold people. The only difference between a non-fiction book and a fiction book is the “non”. (Wow, deep). It’s all about perspective. Conn sees it one way, I see it one way, and the corncob dork sees another. Ignore the detractors and the purists. You want “true” history? Go to Oxford and proceed to be bored stupid. You want a series that makes your heart pulse? It’s right here.


Thursday, December 2, 2010

Peanut Butter Vol. 4

I bought this book strictly on the word of other people who have read the other volumes of this series. I was looking for something VERY sexual, VERY graphic, and supremely erotic. This one is three for three. I thought this was going to be the average size graphic novel but its format is slightly bigger. Of course it would have to be in order to accommodate the larger size guys they have in this book. I wouldn’t say these men are huge, but I showed this to Lexington Steele and he cried.

Just for the sake of saying “I read it” I did read this book. That way when I go back and skim it 1400 times a day for the next 800 years I won’t let simple things like words get in the way. And speaking of the words, the text is very, very tiny. Not a problem, just an observation, since the words take a back seat to the erotic art anyway. ‘PB4’ has everything you would expect from a graphic novel like this. The women are drawn hot, drawn wet, and severely sexy. They are a man’s dream, in that, they are uninhibited in ANY way and pass out BJ’s like candy. Their drawn bodies are made for consensual abuse and sexual throttle… and they wield them as such. I wonder how fast I can get volumes 1 -3?