Title: Tyler Knoll’s Just For Fun Series (Books 1-4)
Author: A.B. Gayle
Genre: Satire, humor, gay, gay romance, LGBT
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
Tyler Knoll was born one wild, stormy night in April 2013.Of course, Tyler might tell you he was born twenty years earlier, but should we believe anything he says? That’s for you to decide.In Tyler’s first adventure—like many a gay man before him—he was SNARED by gay porn, wallowing in tales of bigger, stronger, harder….Then his fickle mind was seduced and SHREDDED by the prospect of BDSM and slavery.When a Big Misunderstanding SLASHED at Tyler’s sanity, almost costing him his life, he turned to another genre for his salvation. But even this encounter proved potentially hazardous—not from freezing temperatures, but at the hands of irate fans.Finally, tired and SCREWED by his all his trials and tribulations, he discovers—like many storybook heroes before him—that sometimes Mr. Right is closer than we think.
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Review by: Giles West
My Rating: 3 of 5 Stars
This is an interesting story for a few reasons, not the least of which is the writing style. The author’s lead character is constantly breaking the fourth wall, speaking directly to the readers. Reading this feels almost like watching a movie and does actually remind me of the film character Ferris Bueller. It works, even at times when I thought the technique as getting a bit heavy-handed or tiresome I couldn’t help but chuckle—the editing jokes were definitely funny.
Is it original? Yes, I think so because while we do see this in films fairly often, I’m not sure we see this all that much in literature. Another thing I liked is that the character seemed believable to me. I bought into the fact he was a young male.
Was the lead character endearing? Hmm, yes? Maybe? I didn’t dislike him, and there was a certain charm which he possesses but I wouldn’t necessarily be friends with him. And that’s OK, it’s why we read—to learn about others different from ourselves.
The story is cute, funny, witty, and unusual. It’s book one in a series of short stories and it does capture your attention.
I give it three stars.
"I don’t mind a bit of domestic discipline from a stern Daddy, and I absolutely adore being tied up and fucked! This room would be perfect because the exposed plumbing snakes over the ceiling, providing lots of anchoring points for chains and ropes. Not that there are any here at the moment, but there could be. And to add to the already creepy atmosphere, the bare concrete walls are covered in graffiti, but I’m too chicken to take a closer look, in case they’re cries for help, scrawled in human blood.”
Hang on. Blood? Whose blood would it be?
“My predecessors. Mrs. Stringer warned me when I first started in the job. Just give Eric the bag of documents to shred then leave. Don’t hang around like the idiots who didn’t return for hours and others who never came back at all. She’d been dead serious too, I could tell.”
Didn’t come back at all? How come?
“I don’t know, that’s the trouble. Every time I probe for details, people just shake their heads and eye me strangely. I eventually asked Mrs. Stringer, fearing I’d strayed into a non-con, dub-con or even slave recruitment agency, but she just peered at me over the top of her glasses and shook her head, saying, They never tell me but, on average, they quit after a couple of weeks. And they’re the ones who come back to collect their belongings. Most simply tender their resignation over the phone and are never seen again.”
“That’s what I thought! But then I figured all those slave-fic stories doing the rounds must have come from somewhere. They can’t all be based on the writers’ imaginations, can they? So I took Mrs. Stringer’s advice and, so far, I’ve managed to resist capture by dropping the bag and running. But today, as soon as I arrived, because he wasn’t around, I tried to open the lockers, thinking he might have hidden the bodies inside or left collars or other incriminating evidence, but none of my keys worked.”
If the man is that dangerous, why are you lingering? Don’t tell me you’re TSTL!
“TSTL? The Sky is the Limit? Or do you mean Thus Spake the Lord! I told you I’m not religious! And if you’re not careful, I’ll use up my quota of exclamation marks before I get to the end of the second chapter.”
Too Stupid to Live!
Oh. “No. At least I don’t think so.” My mother maintains that I am, but we won’t go there."
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