Thursday, August 27, 2015

Trans-Lating: How to step into foreign waters without falling flat on your face

(This is a cross-post of my recent Sunday Spotlight at Prismbookalliance.com. Here's the link.)


As many of you know, I translate the occasional book from English to my native German.
Which means I change the author’s English words into German words. Right?
Ummm, actually…
No. Not at all. As a matter of fact, for translators, there’s no surer way to make a complete fool out of themselves than doing exactly that. (I’ve harvested (and lovingly collected) enough blunders during my proofreader days to know.) Because, honestly, who’d enjoy a romance novel that reads like, let’s say, your new “Made in Taka-Tuka-Land”-vacuum cleaner’s user manual?

There.

Let’s take a look at what Merriam-Webster says to that.

(to) translate
verb trans·late \tran(t)s-ˈlāt, tranz-; ˈtran(t)s-ˌlāt, ˈtranz-\
1. : to change words from one language into another language
2. : to explain (something) in a way that is easier to understand
3. : to have the same meaning

Okay, we’ve taken care of point 1.
The second might or might not matter that much for the subject matter at hand.
It’s the third point that makes translating tricky.
It’s not only a different vocabulary that sets one language apart from another, not only a different set of grammar rules. Different languages use different syntax. You’d think I’m pointing out the obvious here, but unfortunately I’m not; I’ve read enough evidence to the contrary. Furthermore, each language has some distinctive idioms, sayings, mannerisms and particularities which just don’t make sense in another language.

And on top of all that, when it comes to translating literary works of any kind, there’s also the author’s voice to consider. In fact, when it comes to fiction, author voice is a very, very important point as far as I’m concerned, because it’s so subjective – a distinctive pattern of phrasing, use of idioms and linguistic mannerisms which one reader may totally go for while the next finds it disgusting.

Someone recently called translators “the most underappreciated people in the industry”. A sentiment that is, in several ways, truer than most authors might like. Because we’re supposed to be invisible. If we’re not, things can get ugly.

Because I, the reader, just can’t enjoy a book if I keep stumbling over awkward phrasings or English-sounding idioms, terms and speech patterns in a German text. I don’t want to read a translation, I want to read a story. I don’t want to hear a translator’s stammering, I want to listen to the character’s voices. However, since it’s the author’s name on the book cover, guess who I’ll blame if I think the translation a botch-up job?

There, again.

A good translation doesn’t make a book better. It doesn’t make it worse either. It just doesn’t get between the reader and the story.

A poorly done translation can turn readers off a particular author’s work.

Interestingly enough, what makes a translation “good” or “bad” seems to be almost as subjective as what makes a book “good” or “bad”. Let’s take “Zero at the Bone” by Jane Seville for example which I had the honor to translate into German. One of the main characters, D, has a very particular speech pattern, some kind of clipped, terse vernacular. It was up to me to choose a German voice for him, and I did.
My choice has been praised to high heavens, sneered at and ripped to pieces in reviews.
But you know what? The same happened to the actual author’s choice to give D such a unique voice.
My point, and the advice I give authors who ask me about finding a translator for their work, is this:

Make sure you get the best, most technically perfect translation you can possibly afford. Have it proofread by native speaker(s) for workmanlike quality, including phrasing and syntax. Find a title that both matches your story and doesn’t sound tacky in the foreign language. Choose a cover that should appeal to your foreign audience’s tastes (ask a native speaker’s advice if necessary). Put all that together, stir well and unleash.

And then lean back and enjoy your baby speaking German, French, Italian, Japanese, Korean or whatever. Trust me, it’s a rather heady experience.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

It's all French to me!

Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in this theater *drumroll*

I've been translated !!!!

I was delighted like Puck when I first heard that Dreamspinner Press is going to have my second novel, Thorns, translated into French. The best thing about that news: Thorns is set in France, so I'm really eager to learn what French readers think of it. 




And now it's happening - L' Épine is now on Dreamspinner Press's Coming Soon page, set release date Sept. 8, 2015.

See, it's really a strange kind of wonderful AND a wonderful kind of strange to see my words in another language. I'm quite excited... my baby's entering new territory!

Good luck, little one.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

The Push Back! LGBTQ Charity Giveaway



Two hundred authors. Two weeks. One massive fundraiser. Join us at DiverseReader.blogspot.com to push back against anti-LGBT laws by saying no to hate and raising money for charity
Starts April 18th. Ends May 1st








Saturday, November 1, 2014

And the madness begins....


"Becoming a writer is like having homework every night for the rest of your life."

I don't remember who said this, but it's oh so true. Especially in November.

It's an anual ritual: Every year on the stroke of midnight of November 1, I sit down in front of a white sheet, cursor blinking, crack my knuckles and take a deep breath. Put my fingers to the computer keys. Exhale. And... here we go.

Fifty-thousand words. One thousand, five hundred and ninety-three words per day. Can't be that hard, can it?

And at first it isn't. The words flow, my fingers flying over the keys (well, and hammering on the backspace/ delete key more often than not, but you get my drift.) It's sheer pleasure and joy.

Until it isn't, usually by the end of the first week. There's that annoying thing called real life getting into the way of the writing - work, bills, chores, dogs, stuffed nose (November has notorious flu-weather over here), choir concerts and birthday celebrations. There's sitting up at the PC until the wee hours, tap-tapping away until the letters blur on the screen. There's trying to focus on my work with my characters screaming in my head, but once I FINALLY get to sit down at the computer, the buggers give me the silent treatment.

And then there's watching that little progress bar crawl along a fraction of a milimeter every day despite everything. There's getting lost in my character's troubles to a point where I turn around, convinced I just felt them tapping my shoulder, only to find myself - surprisingly - alone. There's too much coffee and too little sunlight (Well, assuming the sun shines which sadly, seems to be the prospect for this year's November)

And then there's the point where I'm ready to chuck the whole business into the bin, add some Nitroglycerine and give the entire mess a good kick. To the moon and back.
I've done that, too.

But I've also ground my teeth and carried on stubbornly past that point.

I don't know which way my this year's NaNo-Project will go. To the scrap heap or to the beta?

Because kicking it feels SO damn good - like f*ck the whole cr*p, sweet freedom, here I come!

But finishing NaNo - it's writegasm. Really. With flowers and chocolates.

So either way, cross your fingers for me.

Let the madness begin!!

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Review: Double Up


Double Up
Double Up by Vanessa North

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



Gawd, the FEEELZ...

This book is set in the world of wake-boarding, an extreme sport I'd never heard about before. (apparently, it's kind of like water ski, only on a board instead of skis and with a lot of tricky jumps over the pulling boat's wake, hence the name)

Ben is a veteran of the sport who gave up pro-wakeboarding after he hurt his back in a fall years ago. Now he's working at his friend Eddie's wakeboarding supplies shop and coaching other riders. Davis--Dave--is a complete newbie who wants to learn the sport so he can reconnect with his younger half-brother, Ridley, whom Dave's homophobic mother and stepfather have kept away from him.

There's instant attraction between Ben and Dave, and things get pretty intense pretty fast for them. But Ben has issues with his self esteem; he doesn't trust easily, not himself nor others and he also doesn't expect to be trusted. And now there's Dave who gives and demands openness, trust and honesty, and Ben doesn't know how to deal with that. He wants to, but he doesn't know if what he can give will be enough for Dave.

This book had some of the best-written, most emotional sex scenes I've ever read. Also, I fell head over heels for side-character Eddie, who was deliciously flamboyant and the best friend in the world for Ben; his dry wit more than once kept things from getting saccharine.

For a big portion of the book, I had some issues with Dave, even though generally I found him a good guy; after all, he was kind of like the prince who woke Sleeping Beauty Ben with a kiss, quite literall. But Ben tried so hard, rose over himself to make Dave happy, and all Dave did was berate Ben for not being trusting enough, for not being good enough. However, Dave redeemed himself in the end, and if nothing else, his drama queen-ish tantrums made for some deep emotional angsty shakes on Ben's part, so it was all good.

Really, a very enjoyable, engrossing read, one of my close-with-a-happy-sigh-books. Highly recommended.

A "warning", though, it's written in first person POV present tense.



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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Schaurig - schönes Geschenk zu Halloween - PsyCops von Jordan Castillo Price auf Deutsch!


Erscheint am 18. November 2014:







Für ihre deutschen Fans hat die Autorin Jordan Castillo Price ein ganz besonderes Angebot:

Für 15 interessierte Leser gibt es im Austausch gegen ein faires Review (auf Amazon und/oder Goodreads) ein GRATIS - Vorabexemplar!

Anzufordern bei Jordan Castillo Price (Autorin) unter jcp (dot) heat at gmail (dot) com
oder bei mir, Feliz Faber (Übersetzerin) unter felfaber at googlemail (dot) com

Wer's lieber vorbestellen möchte, hier sind die Amazon-Links: 

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00O84SH36
http://www.amazon.de/gp/product/B00O84SH36?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

Friday, September 19, 2014

Review: A Matter of When


A Matter of When
A Matter of When by Eden Winters

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



A book that combined two of my biggest passions - a beautiful story and music. What's not to love? Especially if it's flavored with more of my heart's delights:
- strong female AND male supporting characters
- villains who appear scarily mundane on the outside,but are just as scarily evil on second look
- a love story where love is NOT the magic wand that solves every problem
- beautiful character grow not only for the main characters, but for some minor characters as well
- chocolate (!)
- and not to forget lyrics I'd REALLY love to hear sung...

Many books have some kind of fairy godmother or -father who brings the lovers together. In this book, Music filled that role. Music - Seb and Henri's mutual passion for it, struggling with it, service to it - brought them together, gave those so different men a common language. Music wasn't only a background track to Seb and Henri's love story, but "what holds their world together in its inmost folds", an integral part to both their personalities and their romance.

This book, literally, sang. I loved listening to it.





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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Fabulous Five Author Blog Hop: What's your writing style?

I was invited by Eden Winters to take place in the Fabulous Five Author Blog Hop. The idea is that we answer a specific set of questions and tag five more authors to do the same, and so hopefully introduce readers to new authors and their work.

 
So here we go:

1. What am I working on? 

 

This is a somewhat tricky question as my work divides into two parts. I write my original pieces in English, but I also translate other people's books into German. The latter has become increasingly important to me, as a) my own muse is a fickle thing and only kisses me when she feels like it, which sadly doesn't happen as often as I'd like, and b) translating has a very particular magic of its own. Putting the pictures I see in my head while reading into the words of my own language, knowing I'll make the stories I love so much accessible to others who otherwise would've never known they existed - that's almost heady.

So, as for my own work, I'm currently writing the sequel/ prequel to my novel Thorns, Nic and Louis's story, tentatively named “Tendrils”. Have been at it for years, actually; that particular story has spawned a published novel in the meantime and still refuses to be written. Sigh. Good things etc., hope it'll be worth it in the end.

Aside from that, my muse seems to get horny lately, so to speak, because she dripped another story into me that even flows quite nicely at the moment. Tentatively titled "Heidelberg Blues", it is set in my hometown and will most likely end up a novella. I can't say much more about it at that point, only that motorbikes will be involved. And Asbach Uralt brandy. And a huge pile of old stones, aka the Heidelberg castle.

As for my translations, I've recently had the privilege of finishing a project very near and dear to me - "Zero at the Bone" by Jane Seville will be published in German sometime later this year. Also, "Fish & Chips" by Abigail Roux and Madeleine Urban is finished and will hopefully come out by the end of the year. Some other projects are still up in the air (that is to say, in the queue).

  

2. How does my work differ from others of its genre?


I think the most individual feature of my work is the setting, the background, the trappings and context in which the romance happens. Yes, I write romance, but I try to have my characters not to be defined by the fact that they fall in love. I try to make them ordinary people who lead regular lives - regular to them, anyway - and have the extraordinary happen to them. And for greater enjoyment - mainly my own (yes, I'm a geek, so sue me!), but also that of my readers - I take pleasure in giving my characters unusual professions or placing them in exotic environments.

That's why "my" ornithologist Hunter Devereaux from Desert Falcon and City Falcon used to live among the Bedouins in Kuwait and ended up working as a falconer at JFK Airport, New York City.

That's why "my" journalist Will Yeats from Thorns finds himself at a racehorse training center in Normandy, France, investigating a Kentucky Derby scandal that happened twenty years earlier.

And that will be why "my" Nic Pithiviers, a horse trainer from France, will find his life and everything he thought to know about his profession and himself turned upside down by a young German jockey. 

3. Why do I write what I do?

 

Short and sweet:  I write what I like to read myself, and since I like to read m/m romance, I write m/m romance.  Yes, it’s that easy.

As for a more in-depth answer, I guess it’s the same for me as it is for other women of no matter which sexual orientation who write in this genre: there’s just something so liberating about writing romance when both main characters are the same gender.
No matter how open-minded the author’s (or the reader’s) approach, there will always be preconceived gender-specific undertones if it’s a het pairing. With two men (or two women, for that matter*), the dynamics are much more open. Whether they meet as equals or not, neither of them is pigeonholed in advance. Anything goes, everything is possible, and that’s just so much more interesting, both to read and to write about.

*I think the same applies to f/f, which I also read occasionally. It just so happened that I ended up writing in the m/m genre, but if inspiration strikes, I might well try my hand at a f/f story in the future, who knows?
 

4. How does my writing process work?

 

Most of the time, I start with the first sentence and go on from there. That might sound simplistic, but is actually not; most of my stories start with a sentence that just pops up in my mind one day. I have a whole folder with single sentences on my hard drive; most of them will never make it into a story, others might perhaps end up as first sentences of chapters or paragraphs in other stories. I’m the queen of one-liners. 


Plotting, outlining is something that happens when I’m halfway through mostly. It’s often the case that I know the first few chapters and some sections near the halfway point. I don’t write linearly; in most cases, I know what the climactic event is going to be and where I want the main characters to end up. But it’s getting them from point A to Point Z without mixing up the rest of the alphabet in between that I often struggle with.

My writing process in and of itself is slow for some other reason too. When I write, I think and formulate in English, but sometimes a word or a sentence I use feels just wrong to me, even if it's, for all intents and purposes, proper and correct English. It can take me an hour or longer of consulting the dictionary, looking for the one English word or expression that says exactly what I want to say. 
When I translate, the process of finding the right words is much faster since it's "only" a matter of conveying the author's intention into the language I use actively every day. (Anecdotally - growing up, I spoke a strong German vernacular, so proper German is, in fact, not my first language. I've been told this shows in my translations occasionally, but that's another matter altogether ;-) ) 
I also draw inspiration from things I read, be it newspapers, novels of other genres, non-fiction books, even trade journals.  Airport falconer Hunter Devereaux, for example, had his very first beginnings in an article from our local rag that portrayed a female falconer who kept the parking garages at Stuttgart airport dove-free with her birds. 

And being a reader for as long as I can remember, I of course have idols and inspiring examples. Everybody who’s ever read Dick Francis will know that Thorns is, in its modest way, a small homage to this admirable writer.  

5. Who'll be next on the Blog hop? 

 

I tagged five people but some of  them had to decline for various reasons. So this will continue with AJ Rose , Cheri Noel and Julie Bozza

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Calamity Jane's New Home

So I realized just now I failed to announce my (yet again) new reviewer gig. A matter that needs instant squaring!

After Mrs Condit & Friends closed down on May 31, 2014 (sniffles), I've joined Prism Book Alliance.

Prism Book Alliance


And I'm proud to be a part of this fabulous team now!
 

Hop over and take a look: http://www.prismbookalliance.com/

Saturday, February 1, 2014

New Reviewer Gig

As many of you know, I've been a reviewer at www.reviewsbyjessewave.com for years, and I've enjoyed it greatly. After Wave, Lynn and Christian closed shop at the beginning of this year (*sniff*) I felt kind of homeless.

Buuuuuuuuuuut (drumroll), I've found a new home!

As of Jan 28, 2014, I've been officially a reviewer with Mrs Condit& Friends. I'm very excited and looking forward to working with the friendly bunch there !

If you want to find my reviews, look for them here: http://mrsconditreadsbooks.com/index.php
See you soon!

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Thorns got nominated in the GR m/m romance group!

I feel deeply honored to share that my novel Thorns was nominated in three categories: 




Thanks to the readers in the GR m/m romance group who made this possible!!

Monday, September 30, 2013

Rainbow awards!!

Woo-Hoo!




Thorns won a Honorable Mention at the Rainbow Awards!

Here's the link: http://reviews-and-ramblings.dreamwidth.org/3889604.html


Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Some beautiful reviews for Thorns

Thorns received some beautiful reviews that I couldn't help but boast about *cough* share 


Reviewer Amos Lassen called Thorns "an excellent read"

He said: "I really liked really reading about the two different relationships here—one that has just begun and the other that has continued, through thick and thin, for twenty years. Add to this a mystery and you get a terrific read that keeps you turning pages."

Read the full review here



Reviewer booksmitten from Live your life, buy the book  gave Thorns 4 1/2 stars and said:



"I loved this book. With a well crafted plot, fluid writing and descriptions that made you feel like you were there it was the perfect balance of mystery, intrigue and sex, along with two love stories – one established and one just beginning."

Read the full review here 


And just now (and what nice news to come home to!) Jessewave from Reviews by Jessewave rated Thorns 4.75 stars. You can find the full review here

That's what she said:

"I highly recommend this book and I think you will enjoy it because of the depth of all characters, the unusual plot, the genuine French atmosphere which permeated La Thillaye, and the wonderful writing..."

Thank you all for taking the time to put your thoughts into words!

Monday, July 15, 2013

Blue eyes


 I first met Louis about fifteen years ago on a train station platform in Westerland, Sylt. (for those who don't know, that's an island in the very north of Germany) I worked there at that time, and on that rainy August evening I was about to begin one of my rare long weekends that was actually worth it to make the thirteen-hour trip home. As usual, I'd packed far too many things, and as usual, I wore the wrong shoes since I'd come to the station right from work. Anyway, there I was, teetering on too high heels on the steps (it was an old-fashioned train, and the steps were grilles) and stuck in the train entrance with my two bags, and all around me people were grumbling since I of course blocked the entrance. Embarrassing.

However, suddenly a hand reached out for one of my bag's handles and pulled, giving me the one little smidgen of momentum I'd needed, and I almost fell ino the train. Of course I protested in alarm, but my unknown helper grinned at me so cheerfully that I immediately forgave him for the intrusion, realizing he'd really only meant to be helpful. Moreover, he didn't look threatening at all. He was small--shorter than me by at least a head, and I'm a bit of a runt myself-- and well, he had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. He immediately let go of my stuff and said, "Sorry, but I'm in a hurry", and brushed past me, throwing me a parting smile over his shoulder as he squeezed out of the train and jumped on the platform.

I gazed after him as I stood there, pressed against the back wall to keep out of people's way, a bit dumbstruck both by what had happened and by that smile, but I immediately lost sight of him. Only when the train started to move a few moments later, I found him again on the now almost empty platform. He was hugging another guy, and the sight went straight to me heart and almost had me in tears on the spot.

For, you see, my boyfriend was 800 km away from me at that time, I hadn't seen him in over a month, and I longed for him so much it hurt. Those two guys hugging made me realize I'd hold my own guy in my arms tomorrow morning, cause they couldn't be anything but reunited lovers the way they clung to each other, or so it seemed to me. Mind, I got but a glimpse at them, but in that moment, I felt a bout of sympathy with them and with all separated couples anywhere. (What? I'm sappy? Why do you think I write romance?)

Well. I had thirteen hours to kill on that trip, I was overtired and hyper with anticipation at once, and I couldn't get that smile out of my mind. And I had a pad and pen.
Over time, the whys and hows of Louis's reunion with his lover changed, of course.

But Louis became my muse, and his blue eyes haven't let go of me since.


 


He's still nagging at me to write down his story.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

A taste of "Thorns"


As promised, and without further ado, here's the blurb:



How can love between two men possibly be responsible for a horse’s death during the Kentucky Derby? Reporter Will Yeats wants to know the truth.

Seventeen years ago, a love affair between a jockey and a horse trainer and a tragic accident on the racetrack scandalized the horseracing world. But Nic Pithiviers and Louis Meerow seem to have no desire to set the record straight: they refuse the interview and send attorney Francis LeBon to question Will’s motives.  

Francis has a special place in his heart for Nic and Louis, who taught him to take pride in himself as a gay man, and he’ll stop at nothing to protect them from a gossipmongering reporter. However, Francis doesn’t expect the reporter’s honesty and genuine determination to exonerate two men falsely accused… or the growing attraction to Will he feels.

While visiting with Nic and Louis at their horse training center in France, Will uncovers a web of intrigue, secrets, and old lies, and he unwittingly sets a series of  perilous events into motion that not only threaten to destroy his budding relationship with Francis, but Nic and Louis’s decades-long commitment as well.



Coming out from Dreamspinner on July 26, 2013

Buy it here:  http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4034

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Thorns Cover Art

Big news: My forthcoming novel, Thorns, has a cover!

Once again, the incredible Reese Dante outdid herself. Without further ado, here it is:



Want to know more? Look here for pictures: inspiration for Thorns

Still curious? Check back here soon for more news, the blurb and excerpts.




Sunday, May 12, 2013

Review: The Apothecary's Garden


The Apothecary's Garden
The Apothecary's Garden by Julie Bozza

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



This was another Julie Bozza book I gradually, slowly, but inescapably fell in love with while reading. The beginning was a bit bumpy with its fairy-taleish "once upon a time, there was a man..." convoluted wordiness, but I got quickly drawn into the story AND into the beautiful, at times slightly old-fashioned-sounding and yet so very fitting prose. This author has a way to paint pictures with words, I couldn't help being awed.

In a word, I loved this book. It can’t hold a candle to my all-time favourite Julie Bozza book, Butterfly Hunter, but it comes close. Everything about it was just so up my alley– the garden, the slow pace, the sheer British-ness of both Hilary and Tom. And yes, even the much-belabored age difference...ok, 40+ years is huge, but considering who these two are, it became almost negligible.

Hilary is a man from a different generation; used to never being able to be open about his sexuality, he got accustomed to the thought of living and dying a loner. Being with someone at all was so novel to him he went about it with almost child-like joy, while at the same time, his maturity kept him from seizing the opportunity –read: Tom, and sex with Tom– by the collar first chance he got. Sweet, selfless, mature, thoughtful, that is Hilary, made shy and wary by life experience, but no coward. I don't think he would've reacted all that different if Tom had been closer to his age, though his age-gap induced self-doubts and misgivings–and how he deals with them– added greatly to this book’s charm for me.

Now Tom? A breath of fresh air, youth, beauty and strength and a supplement of muscle to Hilary’s comparable frailty; you’d think it’s Hilary who gets the most out of them being together. But for one, Tom is a nurturer at heart, he loves to care for things and people, he’s just as selfless and sweet as Hilary but of a youthful exuberance that he loves to channel into doing something useful, not waste in mindless pastimes. I don’t think he feels shut away with Hilary, especially given his ability to live in the now and seize the moment, however long it may last. For another, in his own way Tom is as much a man of Hilary’s generation as Hilary is himself. Tom is honorable, scholarly, a somewhat old-style gentleman, and in many ways, a shy person too, despite his laptop and ipad and his much more unrestricted approach at his own sexuality.

They just fit, their personalities match, why should the age difference be an insurmontable obstacle between them?

The writing, the way the story was told convinced me it wasn’t.

I had only two small niggles whith the book; one was a "huh?" moment within the story when Tom reacted totally without rhyme and reason, and completely out of the blue, with no viable explanation, and the other was Hilary’s relative sexual prowess. (but then again, people are different and Charlie Chaplin fathered a child at over eighty, so why shouldn’t Hilary be more steadfast in bed than other sexagenarians?)

What it comes down to it is, it’s a lovely, beautiful love story; I enjoyed it, and I hope many others will too, whether they can get over the age difference or not.



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Saturday, March 2, 2013

Review: Collusion


Collusion
Collusion by Eden Winters

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



This sequel to [bc:Diversion|13453486|Diversion|Eden Winters|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1330174910s/13453486.jpg|18980089] fully lived up to the expectations said first installment aroused. Again, the overall subject matter were shady goings-on around legal prescription drugs, cancer medications in this case. The scary thing is, there's a real background to this book's plot. As the author states in a foreword, there has been a perilous shortage of vital drugs in the US for a while now, creating a gray market where artificially run-short pharmaceuticals are sold at horrendous prices--and the hospitals desperate enough to buy there can't even be sure they don't get poisonous counterfeit or stuff rendered ineffective through wrong handling.

Anyway, to the story. It starts with a bang, and we're right in the middle of an action against larcenous warehouse employees, listening to Lucky's compelling narrative voice. As the blurb states, former drug trafficker Lucky Lucklighter "died" in the previous book, only to be reborn as Simon Harrison, agent to a DEA subdivision. Lucky and his partner, Bo, are later on assigned to an undercover stint in a children's cancer clinic in order to dig up gray market dealings going on there. And that's where the combats start--on several frontlines at once.

Pharmacist Bo, discharged from the Marines due to PTSD and consequently led astray from the straight and narrow by a drug addiction, takes the sickly children's fates to heart, so much so that he almost forgets he's "only" undercover as the clinic's pharmaceutical buyer and not actually responsible for the patient's care. He works himself half to death trying to provide much-needed meds for the children and comes perilously close to getting caught in the very trap he's supposed to set.

Lucky thinks he's better at keeping his distance, but finds that he isn't immune to the children's suffering. On top of that, Bo and Lucky are more than just work partners. Lucky might fight it as hard as he wants, he's getting emotionally involved, much to his horror. Lucky has learned the hard way that forming attachments only causes trouble; he can see his partner's predicament and attempts to make him see reason--and suddenly he finds himself playing opposite Bo instead of at his side. Will their work partnership survive this conflict? And what about their private relationship, which Lucky found himself barely able to acknowledge so far and now realizes is more than worth taking a risk for?

Like in the previous book, Lucky's narrative voice captured me from the start. It's as cynical, snarky, and straightforward as Lucky is himself, or as Bo puts it, "all cocky bantam rooster" and a delight to read. Although we only see Bo through Lucky's eyes, we get a good picture of his fierce honorableness and his stubborn determination to believe in the good in humanity. The latter makes Bo vulnerable, which in turn wakes a strange sense of protectiveness in Lucky the likes of which he'd thought long gone from his ability. As they work together to overcome both the outward threat and their private issues, they grow, together and toward each other.
The ending was just the cherry on top, so very appropriate for those two men and their respective personalities, satisfyingly warm but still open enough to leave room for the two of them to grow further.

Highly recommended!



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Monday, February 25, 2013

Review: Taming the Bander


Taming the Bander
Taming the Bander by Summer Devon

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



4.75

Bander is Jake’s last name, but it’s also what he is. Banders are rare; for all he knows, Jake is the last of his kind. Which, as he tells himself, is just fine, he likes being on his own best anyway. After all, he needs to protect the secret of his dual nature in order to be able to live his life in peace. So he cultivates the grumpy misanthropic image he has copied from his friend and mentor Walton, avoiding to form bonds of any kind to anyone, and has built walls around his heart as thick as Fort Knox’s ever since the only man whom he ever trusted turned out to be more interested in the bander than in Jake.

It works for Jake.

Until he meets Vaughn, that is, a man who looks like the spitting image of the man who betrayed him once and yet couldn’t be more different.

Vaughn used to live for pleasure, traveling the world for fun and only doing what catches his fancy at any given moment, his only care in life avoiding boredom. He was born rich and thought he’d always be. But one day, all his wealth is gone, and suddenly Vaughn needs to earn his living. By chance more than anything, Vaughn gets a hold on a job as a manual laborer at the Ark, the animal sanctuary run by Jake, and he’s determined to do anything in his power to keep it. For one, he finds to his surprise that he likes the physical work. And for another, the Ark is where Jake is, and that’s where Vaughn wants to be.

Vaughn and Jake have met before, mutual disconcertment rapidly turning into equally mutual fascination. But while Vaughn throws himself wholeheartedly into the novel experience of working hard and getting under Jake’s skin, Jake shies away, along the lines of once bitten, twice shy. However, Jake can’t resist Vaughn’s charm for long.

This story in and of itself followed many oft-walked paths of (m/m) romance , but it was told in such a lighthearted tone that it flowed easily and smoothly, and yet never turned fluffy or trivial. It was a delight to see Jake interact with the teenage volunteers, the animals and with his mentor Walton, all gruff and bristles and golden heart. And with Vaughn, of course, who was just a breath of fresh air. Sparks started to fly between those two almost right from the beginning, but once they got to know each other (and got over the obligatory cross-purposes-talking-induced misunderstanding) there was a lot more between them than mere physical attraction.

Both main characters were nicely drawn. Vaughn, on first sight a quite superficial never-do-well, turned out to be courageous, surprisingly resourceful and faithful to both his airhead cousin and of course, to Jake. And Jake, whom Vaughn initially calls a sourpuss, and quite appropriately so, shows undreamt-of devotion to Vaughn and emotional depths that motivate him to go out of his way in order to make Vaughn happy.

The actual plot was a bit far-fetched, but imaginative and consistent… and really, it was a fun story where everybody got what they deserved in the end. Well, almost everybody.

This was a refreshing change from the usual shifter fare, and not only for the fact that Jake turned into something a lot more original than a wolf, and there wasn’t a fated mate in sight.

Plus, no one growled “mine” during sex, another nice bonus point.

Instead, I got a wonderful pairing of tall, dark and silent with bright, vivid and chatty. Flintstone and spark. Rock and wind. Jake and Vaughn complement each other beautifully, even though it takes both of them a while to see that, and I had a great time being a fly on their wall. Warmly recommended.

review originally written for www.reviewsbyjessewave.com



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