Flushed, by Susan Laine
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: January 13, 2016
Rating: 2 out of 5 stars
Buy Link: Publisher
I received a copy of this novel from the publisher in exchange for a fair and honest review.
To prove to his annoying older brother that he’s a man, well-to-do sculptor Rupert Pemberton tries to repair his broken toilet. But he has no knack for practical tools and no know-how. After a flood of biblical proportions, he has no choice but to call for help.
A gorgeous hunk of a plumber named Paul Cooper shows up at Rupert’s doorstep with a ready toolbox and a sexy smile. With Paul at his side, Rupert realizes he wants more than a quick fix. After a couple of cozy dates and a few bouts of steamy sex, Rupert wonders how he can keep Paul around for good.
An erotica-heavy novella about two men who find love in the least likely of places. Unfortunately, this one just doesn’t do it for me, but I can see how other people might really enjoy it.
From the start, I felt like this read as a bad porno. A guy calls for a plumber, the plumber is shockingly sexy, they end up having sex on the floor of the bathroom. Plot-wise, there’s nothing wrong with that… it’s a bit unoriginal, but erotica is generally more about the sex and the connection than the backstory, in my opinion.
But three things made this a novella that just wasn’t for me:
- The over-the-top effemiphobia on Rupert’s part. It was constant and self-deprecating; he’s a “prissy little prince” for not having a toolbox. But he puts himself in the stereotypical female role, and Paul is stereotypically “male”, and it grated on my (very feminist) nerves.
- Missing the obvious: Rupert is a sculptor. He works with stone. But he doesn’t have any tools? He doesn’t know how to use a hammer? Um…
- They have absolutely nothing in common. Rich spoiled kid, blue collar worker, and they fall in lust after five minutes? I don’t buy “love at first sight” at the best of times, but maybe I just have a stone-cold heart.
I don’t know. I feel like there’s nothing wrong with the writing itself. Everything I didn’t like about this story was a personal preference. Just characters who I didn’t enjoy reading, and situations that I couldn’t sink into. I don’t want to say this is a bad story, because it’s not; it’s absolutely personal preference.
That said, I do think it’s super gross to have sex on the bathroom floor right after the toilet has overflowed all over it. But again, personal preference.