"Hot and Humorous - Its Check and Mate for Sexy Game MVP from the Future!"
Prediction: Curling will become the top spectator sport by
the year 2502 -- toe curling that is, if Brian Byrne has
anything to do with it! I recommend that you kick off your
shoes before settling down with NIGHT GAMES and let the
games begin! Five hundred years into the future, advanced technology has
given new meaning to the word couch potato. Earth is the
home to the universe's wealthiest citizens who no longer
need to lift a finger to have their heart's desire. Disease
has been eradicated, war has been eliminated, and violent
contact sports have been banned. No need to expend energy
on anything. The latest entertainment? Why Monday Night Sex
Games, where the rich and idle can thrill vicariously by
watching their favorite team score! Life on the outer planets is quite a different story. There
the less fortunate fend for themselves in any way that they
can. That had been Brian's life story. He'd been abandoned
by his mother at the age of six. She'd promised to come
back, but that promise remained unkept. Brian had had to do
many things to survive, but he'd only broken a promise
once. The consequences had been deadly, and he'd sworn that
for the rest of his life his word would be his bond. He'd
been lucky. By the time he'd become a tall, strong, and
handsome boy of sixteen, he'd been well on the way to a
life of crime. Fortunately he was discovered by one of the
best agents in the sex game business, and offered a job
instead. Now at thirty, Brian is the best of the best. He'd
just won the MVP award in the Sex Super Bowl. He could live a life of leisure when his contract expires,
yet he isn't satisfied. Something is definitely missing in
his life. His hands had touched many women, but none ever
touched him, let alone his heart. His job was about sex,
not connection. Sure he had his kids. He'd made sure his
earnings had been put to good use, so that other
unfortunate boys would not have to repeat his experiences,
but maybe he needed something more. He was due for a
vacation. The no-sex clause in his contract insured that he
would leave work behind for three weeks. Perhaps he could
do something useful with his hands. He'd always wanted to
build something. To the chagrin of his manager and team owner, he decides on
a time travel trip to Ireland in 2002. Brian's mother had
left him a single family connection, a memory chip. He
would visit the ruins of the Byrne's ancestral castle and
perhaps he could rebuild it. He'd even arranged to have the
mystical time traveling white stag deliver him at night, so
as not to surprise anyone. Guess again. Ally O'Neill was taking a necessary break from her career
as well. The writer of a successful "Perfect Wife" series,
had just become a divorce statistic. How humiliating is
that? She'd jumped at the chance to accompany her great
aunt Katy on a search for the paranormal in Ireland. She
hadn't counted on Katy's desire for rustic travel and
living, or the interesting hours she kept while searching.
That is how Ally found herself outside the castle ruins
after midnight, hoping to catch a glimpse of a vampire
named Black Liam Byrne, NOT! She finds a Byrne alright,
Brian. From the start Ally affects Brian in a way that he's never
experienced before. For one thing she's not interested in
having sex with him (okay at least those are the vibes
she's giving off). For another she seems to be affecting
his rigid self control. Only he decides when to activate
THOSE parts, but not around Ally. Brian would sure like to
have a woman please him for a change, but after her failed
relationship, Ally's not about to spend her time pleasing a
man ever again. The next time the man would have to please
her! Hm, it seems that these two are at cross purposes, but
Ally's editor wants a new book, about living the single
life. And that includes hot sex! How handy to have Brian as
a reference on that subject. After all, he's the expert.
But will the no-sex clause in his contract interfere with
her research? Will keeping his word take precedence over
his feelings of rightness about this time, and this woman? Brian's attitude and Ally's reaction to it would have been
humorous enough. Add to that a hyperactive great aunt, and
the host of time travelers who arrive to protect "their
interests", his team owner, agent, and yep even his
personal trainer, not to mention the competition who
wouldn't mind if he stayed in the past. Between the sexual
innuendo and the humor, is suspense. Accidents keep
happening and it appears that someone is trying very hard
to get Ally out of the way. What fun! Sex, comedy, time
travel, and mystery, all wrapped up into one potent romance
novel. What more could you ask for? Nina Bangs has served
up yet another hot and humorous romance. Enjoy! Copyright © 2002
Reviewed by Leslie Tramposch
Posted April 25, 2002
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HE IS THE MVP OF THE FUTURE'S HOTTEST SPORT.
In the year 2502, sex is a spectator sport, and Brian Byrne
is its undisputed champion. He plays with a passion for
the game, never for the woman. So why does he feel burned
out, used up, and in need of a vacation? A few weeks in a
simpler time where he doesn't have to think about sex
sounds great.
SHE WANTS A PERFECT NIGHT OF PLEASURE.
Ally O'Neill is having a career crisis. She is the best-
selling author of a series on how to be the perfect wife.
She is also recently divorced, so her perfect wife theory
obviously needs fine-tuning. Her publisher now wants Ally
to write about a night of sexual pleasure from a single
woman's perspective. What does she know about sex and
today's single woman? Nothing. Ally requires a consultant
with sex-god credentials.
Ally and Brian meet in 2002 beside the ruins of an Irish
castle. Ally believes she needs Brian for only one night,
but soon realizes she wants him to be her forever-man.
Brian thinks no woman can tempt him, but Ally quickly has
him trying to renegotiate the no-sex clause in his contract.
In a world where no one has ever heard of the Testosterone
Titans, Brian is about to discover that scoring is a lot
less fun than falling in love.
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