4 Stars
I’m fairly certain I grabbed this one for free on Amazon at some point. Mitchell and I just assumed the little WARNING sign at the bottom would be the same one we’d seen time and again on Shaw’s other stuff letting us know that the story contained inside would be of the extreme horror nature. Ummmmm, yeah. We should read better (Trolls, you were right all along – I do read things wrong). Turns out Sexual Healing was an EROTIC novel . . .
God I’m awful when it comes to reading the dirty books. But a dirty book was what Mitchell and I were about to read, which left us both repeating . . . .
Okay, that’s a lie. This is Matt Shaw we’re talking about here. OF COURSE we were hoping for creepy. And while I’m terrible at reading/reviewing erotic novels, I assumed if there was any porn to be enjoyed by me it would probably be Matt Shaw porn. Maybe my husband would even get lucky and get to see me in my sexy lingerie . . .
Alright, that’s a lie too. Mitchell and I read this at 8:30 a.m. on Saturday while eating donuts and drinking coffee. Nobody is interested in making the sexytimes with a woman who spends her morning hanging out with a dead pig head.
Anyway, turns out Matt Shaw can probably write just about anything. Sexual Healing was the story of Jake, a man who has been alone and on a downward spiral for the past five years since his wife died of cancer. While perusing the offerings of the interwebs he happens to come across a high-end call girl who is a ringer for his dead wife. Jake decides to fork out some cash and see if he can get some closure, get his life back on track, or at least get . . .
Of course, since this was a Shaw story, it also contained just a bit of his patented style of twist . . .
Recommended for those of you who like to have a plot in addition to your bow-chicka-wow-wow.
God I’m awful when it comes to reading the dirty books. But a dirty book was what Mitchell and I were about to read, which left us both repeating . . . .
Okay, that’s a lie. This is Matt Shaw we’re talking about here. OF COURSE we were hoping for creepy. And while I’m terrible at reading/reviewing erotic novels, I assumed if there was any porn to be enjoyed by me it would probably be Matt Shaw porn. Maybe my husband would even get lucky and get to see me in my sexy lingerie . . .
Alright, that’s a lie too. Mitchell and I read this at 8:30 a.m. on Saturday while eating donuts and drinking coffee. Nobody is interested in making the sexytimes with a woman who spends her morning hanging out with a dead pig head.
Anyway, turns out Matt Shaw can probably write just about anything. Sexual Healing was the story of Jake, a man who has been alone and on a downward spiral for the past five years since his wife died of cancer. While perusing the offerings of the interwebs he happens to come across a high-end call girl who is a ringer for his dead wife. Jake decides to fork out some cash and see if he can get some closure, get his life back on track, or at least get . . .
Of course, since this was a Shaw story, it also contained just a bit of his patented style of twist . . .
Recommended for those of you who like to have a plot in addition to your bow-chicka-wow-wow.
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