“I’m gonna redefine “battle of wills” for the Disciplinarian. Or I’m gonna bone him. It’s hard to say.”
Obviously this was not Mitchell’s idea of a good time. Luckily I have plenty of other reading buddies! This time it was Vixen’s turn . . .
Dear Nick Offerman, please accept my advance apologies for what I’m about to do to your image . . .
Nope. Can’t do it. You see, “The Disciplinarian” in The Subs Club WAS Ron Swanson. Well, okay his name was really David but he was totally Ron Swanson. Not only was he a lover of fine whiskey . . .
But I DARE you to not hear any of the following in Ron’s voice:
“What do you like?”
He breathed deeply and closed his eyes for a second. “Woodworking.” . . . .
“Is that all?”
EXHIBITS B, C, AND D:
“And . . . .?”
He IS Ron F-ing Swanson. And I wanna bone him. If you don’t share my opinion, this book might not end up being so magical for you. You should also get your head checked because Ron Swanson is hawt and young David agrees . . .
“Your facial hair is stupid, but I still want your penis inside me.”
(Yes, both MCs are named David. And no, it never gets confusing.)
I guess I should probably explain what this book is about at some point rather than just swooning over the verility which is the Offerman, so here goes. One of David’s best pals died during sub/dom play a year ago – and the incompetent man who was the cause of said death walked away scot-free. When David sees the “murderer” at a local club actively engaging in more play he comes up with the idea of The Subs Club – sort of an “Angie’s List” for subs to talk about their experiences. David sets his sites on the biggest a-hole in town, “The Disciplanarian,” a guy who has advertised that he is always in control, there will never be a safeword, and the game ends when he says it does. What David never expected to find was an actual attraction to the man behind the pornstache, as well as a craving for some real discipline that might make him get his shit together . . .
If you know me you’ll know that I am soooooooooooooo not the target demographic for this book. I am old. I am straight. I have been married for 12,000 years. My reaction to sex scenes usually goes a little like this . . .
Yet somehow I loved this book. It was smart and funny and well-written and it was just there without being apologetic or over explanatory when it came to any of the characters’ ways of thinking or actions. I lapped it right up . . .
and I’m giving it all the stars. I’m also totally going to bump the hell out of this review on release date so everyone else will be reminded to read it too. Don’t even care.
Now someone go write me a Nick Offerman making the sexy with Adam Scott Parks & Rec fanfic.
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Thank you, NetGalley!
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