I never buy that trope, by the way, because I know dogs and some of them are simply terrible judges of people. Lawrence’s dog automatically takes to Georgie, which we all know is a popular shorthand for authors to show that the guy is one of the good ones. Okay, The Lawrence Browne Affair is not breaking any grounds any time soon, and there are several moments here when I feel that the author has just taken overdone and overused scenes and slap them onto this story before sprinkling some gay fairy dust over everything.
can Lawrence break out of his self-imposed isolation to be that man’s castle as well as king? But when Georgie’s past catches up with him. Conveniently, he likes slipping the cucumber into a man-cucu too, so it’s a given that he’ll soon be Georgie’s shelter and Georgie’s paying him back with 10,000 kisses. The earl, the Lawrence Browne in the title, is a man bent on playing with dynamites and such, as he is so studious and scholarly while trying to distract himself from what he believes to be the inevitability of him going mad just like his father and brother.ĭon’t worry, Lawrence is also the athletic type, so he has buns and thighs of steel to go with his brainpower. Due to some silly reason that I’m not going into because the whole thing feels like either a plot hole or a contrivance to set the ball rolling, Jack has the opportunity to send Georgie to Penkellis, the estate of the Mad Earl of Radnor, as the earl is in need of a secretary. As you can probably tell, being anything out of the straight and narrow when it comes to which type of human beings you wish to shag can be so confusing in this modern time.Īnyway, Georgie is in trouble, so his brother Jack has a plan to help him lay low for a while. (I have first dips on being a trans-trans woman ATM-kin watermelon fruit salad, and Hugh Jackman is totally a transphobic evil white supremacist for denying me my right to be bandy-shagged by him.) Or, perhaps, if the cover art is anything to go by, one of them is a drag king who tried to put on a beard in a dark room that didn’t have any mirror. I’m not sure if this proves some factions of science folks right and that there really is such a thing as a heritable gay gene, or it proves the religious zealots right when they say that the gay is infectious, or perhaps it backs up the assertions of certain factions on Twitter, Tumblr, MTV, and Everyday Feminism that sexuality is a social construct and there are 9,811,432 flavors of snowflakery to choose from. Oh, and he’s as fond of playing choo-choo in a hot papi’s manly cucu, just like his brother. Georgie Turner, the brother of the hero of the author’s previous book, A Soldier’s Scoundrel, is in trouble. The Lawrence Browne Affair by Cat SebastianĪvon Impulse, $6.99, ISBN 978-0-06-264251-6
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