I'm not a fan of bait and switch literature. You know what I mean, the story that advertises itself as one thing and is purely another.

Snarky overworked attorney Jeff Richmond doesn't believe in whiplash, thinking it's an imaginary injury concocted to make money for all concerned. In fact, he believes this until he's hit from behind by a "soccer mom" who doesn't read his mind at an intersection.

Then hot Jeff has to endure physical therapy at the hands of nerdy Martin, a virgin gay man. And that's the end of the story setup.

What ensues is erotica, pure and simple, under the guise of a gay romance. Jeff has fun introducing gay sex and very light spanking to his therapist. Since I'm not a fan of erotica and try to avoid wandering into it inadvertently, I always read the samples of books I'm considering reading for review.

But when a short work purports to be one kind of literature and its even skimpier sample upholds that impression, I sometimes get fooled, like I did in this case.

Read the rest of my review at The Romance Reviews: http://glbt.theromancereviews.com/viewbooksreview.php?bookid=11687 ( )