Title ~ You Can See Me
Author ~ A.E. Via
Publisher ~ Amira Press Publishing
Genre ~ M/M/M Erotic Romance
Expected Release Date ~ 7th February 2014
Rating ~ 4 Stars
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World renowned chef, Prescott Vaughan was at the height of his career. Right before he's to leave for Paris to work alongside his idol, a horrific car accident leaves him completely blind.
His female fiancé leaves him in a state of desperation and depression. He pines for love, companionship, and so happens to find it in the form of his very sexy neighbor. Sexy male neighbor, Dr. Rickson 'Ric' Edwards.
Prescott's not gay - at least he never considered himself gay - until Ric saves him from a date, gone terribly wrong. The two neighbors hit it off quickly and waste no time exploring and learning each other. Things are great until Ric begins to have his doubts about meeting Prescott's many wants.
When Ric insist he and Prescott take a breather, Pres finds himself lonely and miserable again. Enter, male escort and aspiring chef, Blair McKenzie to fill the void.
In the meantime, Ric works on his issues that prohibit him from displaying the love he knows he has for Prescott. When Ric is finally ready and returns to claim Prescott he's not sure that Pres can let go of the sexy, southern, hotness that is Blair McKenzie. After Ric has his own personal encounter with the sinfully sexy man, he can't help but become entranced and crave more as well.
Pres soon realizes that there's no need to choose between his two men, because when all three of them finally come together - grab a cold drink - because the heat is going to go all the way up!
This is not your typical gay ménage romance. Everyone is not happy, skipping along, and loving life. These men are at each other’s throats. They live completely separate lives; fuss, cuss, and fight until they all realize exactly what the problem is...too damn much sexual tension.
A.E. Via has put erotic back into erotic romance with You Can See Me, because Holy fuck! …this book is seriously HOT! I love ménage and the sexual tension which rolls off these three characters will leave you squirming in your seat and reaching for a fan, I actually considered the fact that the author must have spent most of her time having to cool off in cold showers writing this book! But it’s not all about the sex it’s also full of emotional turmoil, with plenty of angst that had my heart bleeding for Prescott Vaughan the intensity of which had me in tears at times.
Prescott Vaughan was at the pinnacle of his career with everything to look forward to. He was a Chef and soon to move onto the dizzy heights of a Paris a city renowned for it’s culinary excellence.Then tragedy strikes, when Pres is involved in a car accident that leaves him blind. I loved Pres, he’s not perfect and has his flaws… but how much shit does a man have to go through to find happiness!?! I get the impression that for all his success, even before the accident with the perfect life and fiancé, he had not been truly happy. Coming to terms with the loss of his sight, not being able to ply his craft, a man so consumed and passionate about food and the whole culinary experience was traumatic. We see Pres go through a multitude of emotions, pick himself up, only to be knocked down again. But what really broke my heart was his loneliness and desperation. Being blind, he lives in the darkness, which in itself is a lonely place, but compound that with the loss of physical and emotional comfort, that darkness is intensified and becomes an abyss. The once confident young man with the world at his feet becomes a forlorn character starved of love and affection with low self esteem, grasping to any hope that someone may actually want him.
“I’m so scared, Rickson. Everyone always leaves me, and I’m in the dark here…alone.”
Now, Pres, in his mind is not gay, he had experimented at college with his frat brothers but that had been the extent of his experience, so when he finds himself falling for his neighbour, Dr Rickson Edwards, someone who at last sees beyond his disability, we see him question the attraction. Was he gay? Bi? or was he so lost to himself that he will cling to any kind of affection? All valid points, if you see how low he had fallen into a state of depression, and I liked that he was trying to analyse his confusion.
Ric becomes his “Sunshine”, literally, he is the kind of character that just melts you into a puddle of goo, with plenty of aww… moments, he’s funny, kind and compassionate, a breath of fresh air and sunshine to Pres. Rics heart is so filled with love, and he wants to share that with Pres and for the first time Pres is happy… it was quite beautiful to watch.
“When I’m in my office…there’s no light. When I sit in my kitchen, eating my very carefully prepared meal-for one-there’s no light. But, when I’m around you, laughing with you, making love to you, everything’s so goddamn bright…like sunshine,”
Now, I know I have already told you what a delightful sex fest we have in this book, but the first half of You Can See Me is really Pres coming to terms with the changes in his life and the developing relationship between him and Ric… A.E Via had teased and tantalised us with the anticipation of Pres at last finding happiness, building it up to a beautiful crescendo… and then, WTF!
What seemed so perfect suddenly becomes a disaster, I really had to question Ric, yes, he was hurting but what transpired was so out of character from the man who abhorred the behaviour of the bitch from hell! Yet here he was, cold heartedly ignoring Pres physically and mentally falling apart. So my love affair with Ric was on a temporary hiatus because I was more than a little pissed off with him!
Enter my hot little Texan… Blaire, all southern drawl, dripping and oozing sex, an escort to whom Pres turned to for comfort. He is a wily character, intuitive, he can see what is going on between Pres and Ric, and can feel the sexual tension, it was palpable, not only between them, but also their attraction to him. At first I was questioning his motives, not really quite sure in which direction he was going… because he was getting very cosy with Pres, but of course my heart was still routing for Ric, despite the fact he was being an arse, he loved Pres and Pres loved him and it was all making me feel quite sick. I love ménage but there had been so much build up between Pres and Ric, I felt Blaire was just getting in the way and my stomach was in knots!
I would like to have seen Ric have to fight a little harder to get back into Pres’ good graces, I think he got off a little lightly, accepting the relationship between them too easily, although with Blaire the little fire cracker all over him, I guess he just couldn’t resist! Rics reasoning behind their falling out was only touched on and not explored enough for me to empathise with him completely over his behaviour. Leo, was left hanging… what happened with him? The sentiments, were a little too saccharine for my liking, I did have to phone our Mark, my go to person when I need things to be clarified, as to whether gay men are likely to use “beautiful”, “pretty” and “sweet”, terminology I associate with women, but he put me in my place and informed me that, yes, gay men do use those sentiments, so that is just my personal preference as I’m not really one for endearments. The language is by no means flowery though, especially in the second part of this book, these men are rough raw and hungry for sex, and Pres who had for so long been lost finds a dominate side to him that just gave me the shivers and the dirty talk… Oh. My. God! … I suggest you keep the cold shower running, as A.E. Via writes some extremely intense sex scenes.
I feel A.E Via is finally coming into her own with You Can See Me, I loved her easy writing style and she brought us three men, not afraid to show their vulnerabilities and put their faith and trust in each other. There was so much I loved about this book, I especially thought that A.E Via got Pres, and his adapting to being blind spot on, it made me see how difficult it is and all the changes that need to made made to live with the disability, the pain that it causes and the effect it has on those around you, and it certainly put me through the emotional wringer. By the end, I completely fell hook line and sinker for all three characters, even though each of them had my blood boiling at one point or another. I felt Pres’ pain and there were moments when he just brought me to tears as did Blaire’s insecurity at being the third wheel. It’s a funny mix of intensity, raw power and a softness to it, that shouldn’t really work… but A.E Via seemed to get the balance just right… I couldn’t put this down and totally loved it!!!
“Sometimes I’ll need my head pulled out of my ass. That’s what Pres is for. He wages havoc in my heart like a storm on the sea,” Ric said quietly.
“With every storm, there’ll be sunshine after,” Pres responded.
Blair laughed in between them. “Storm and sunshine…so what does that make me?” asked Blair.
“The rainbow,” Ric and Pres responded in unison.
Ric leaned his head back against the elevator paneling and watched the numbers light up all the way to floor ten before his eyes drifted shut for the rest of the way. When the doors opened, he came face-to-face with Prescott’s Texan.
Instead of the gorgeous prick getting on the elevator and leaving, the cocky bastard took a couple steps back and leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway and stared openly at him as if he hadn’t a care in the world. His hazel eyes scanned Ric up and down, taking in his disheveled, stressed-out appearance.
“Do you have a fucking problem?” Ric growled, refusing to pretend to be cordial to the man even though he was a complete stranger and had done absolutely nothing to him.
The man had the nerve to smirk at him and shake his head as if pitying Ric, or perhaps throwing it in Ric’s face that he’d definitely had a better night than he had. Ric did try to hide his anger at knowing the man had slept with his Pres. Why the hell else would he be leaving at five in the damn morning? Unless he delivered newspapers or milk, he had absolutely no reason to be on this floor this time of morning. Bastard.
“No, I don’t have a problem,” he drawled slowly, making sure to put extra enunciation on the “I” part of his sentence. “But, obviously, you do. Or else you wouldn’t be scowling at me for no reason.”
“Fuck you,” Ric snarled, stepping just a little closer. He wanted to tear the man’s lips off for talking with that accent. Then he wanted to rip his hands off for daring to touch his Prescott. The man’s probably a male gold digger.
“Did you enjoy taking advantage of Prescott? Did you get what you came for?” Ric growled like a rabid animal three inches away from the man’s face, but he’d be damned if the asshole didn’t even flinch at his showcase of fury. No reaction whatsoever.
The Texan had one hand casually tucked in his jeans pocket, kicking back one side of his stylish blazer, while he lazily rubbed his other hand over his taut chest and washboard abs that showed through the thin material of his untucked dress shirt. Ric hated to admit it, but the man looked well fucked, and he wore it well.
“How could you do that to someone like him?” Ric fumed, and it took everything in him to control his rage.
If I hit him, no one would know. There’s no one around, no witnesses. It’d be his word against mine.
“I knew I’d peg you in less than five minutes.” The man spoke with one dark brown eyebrow cocked up. He ran his fingers through his bed-tousled dark brown hair and let out an exasperated breath.
“Excuse me?” Ric blinked.
“Now I know why you were too stupid to hold on to Prescott Vaughan. You were too busy feeling sorry for him. Instead of you seeing a brilliant man, a world-renowned, accomplished chef who happens to be one of the most talented men to ever set foot in a kitchen, you see a needy, helpless man. Ahhh. Now it makes perfect sense.”
“Don’t try to act like you know me because you don’t,” Ric growled, still trying to be mindful they were in the hallway of the floor that he lived on.
The Texan pushed off the wall and closed the few inches between them. His six feet, two inches of height had him eye to eye with Ric, and the man showed no fear. His handsome face was now a mask of furious anger.
“I saw you treat him like shit on the bottom of your shoes last night. I watched him beg you for five fuckin’ minutes of your time, and you spat in his face. Now, you have the audacity to say I’m mistreating him? Fuck you,” he snarled right back at Ric.
Just as fast as the man’s anger came, it disappeared, and he composed himself to reveal that smirk that Ric selfishly rejoiced Pres couldn’t see, because it was sexy as fuck…and the man knew it.
Ric watched his competition push the elevator button as he rubbed his hand over his morning stubble before speaking again. “You know what they say, don’t you, Doc? One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and Prescott Vaughan is definitely a rare, precious treasure.”
The Texan inched in even closer, which surprised the hell out of Ric since they were practically nose to nose. Ric was smacked in the face with a faint soap-and-water fragrance that made his eyelids flutter and his own dick jerk to life. Ric’s half-lidded eyes were riveted to the Texan’s plush lips as he leaned in and whispered directly into Ric’s open mouth.
“If you don’t pull your head out of your ass and claim Prescott Vaughan like he wants, I won’t stop until I’ve fucked the sexy strawberry ten ways to Sunday and there’s not a single trace of your existence left in his mind, because with or without you, he needs love, and I was the one there last night to lick his sweet tears when you walked away.”
The elevator doors opened at his final words, and the smooth Texan took a few graceful steps backward into the elevator and gave Ric a sexy wink right before the doors closed.
Fucking asshole, Ric thought.
A.E. Via graduated in May of 2008 with a Bachelor’s Degree in Sociology from Virginia Wesleyan College.
She's a new author to the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her writing embodies everything from spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she’s not clicking away at her laptop, A.E. runs a very successful paralegal-for-hire business and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family – a husband and four children – her two pets, a Maltese dog and her white Siamese cat, ELynn, named after the late great gay romance author ELynn Harris.
While Blue Moon is her first novel, she has plenty more to come...so sit back and grab a cool drink, because the male on male action is just heating up! Go to A.E. Via’s official website www.authoraevia.com for more detailed information and free reads.
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