Friday, February 8, 2019

Release Blitz Review: My Anti-Valentine Collection by D. J. Jamison

My Anti-Valentine Collection
(My Anti-Series #1-3)
by D.J. Jamison
Release Date: February 7, 2019
Genre: M/M Romance
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A bundle of three novellas:

My Anti-Valentine: Jaded by relationships gone wrong, Bret throws an anti-Valentine's Day party to celebrate being single and burn his ex-boyfriends' belongings. Bret's low interest in sex has destroyed every relationship he's had and tarnished his view of romance, but a cute blond guy at the party who says all the wrong things inspires him to hope for more.

My Anti-Boyfriend: Brad has everyone fooled. He's the casual, sexy friend. The fun-time guy who sleeps around. Except not really. There's one man who holds his heart: his best friend -- with benefits -- Riley. Too bad Riley has no interest in a relationship, and as far as Brad can tell, never will. But once Brad acknowledges his feelings for Riley, he can't continue to ignore them. Riley's days of having his cake and eating it too are over. Then again, maybe Brad is tasty enough to keep a man satisfied.

My Anti-Marriage: Love has never been a good bet for Chris, so going on a Vegas wedding trip for his friends is bittersweet. Especially when Ant, the last man to break his trust, is suddenly along for the ride. Which explains why Chris wakes up in his hotel room with the mother of all hangovers. Not so much why Ant is in his bed ... or worse, wearing a matching wedding band.

Each novella has previously been published. There's been no changes to content.




My Anti-Valentine

This is short, funny and sweet. I really like the idea that one of the hero is graysexual. It seems like a such a big deal in romance where by default fictional characters can't keep their hands off each other more than an hour and need to fuck like rabbits, but I guess in real life, there are people who are too busy or not in the mood for sex all the time, ie. Me!

Bret hates Valentine's, the day that reminded him of multiple failed relationship because he is graysexual. Why did people thinks he needs to show his love by having sex constantly? Bret is not totally celibate, but he is rarely in the mood for sex. During the Anti-Valentine's Day party that he organized, he met Harry and they got into a heated debate about love and Valentine's Day. 

Harry and Bret simply clicked together and they compliment each other so well. Bret is totally interested, but can Harry dare take a chance at relationship with someone like Bret? Will their relationship doomed to fail? 

I think this is an interesting take in romance and I like how they both worked out their relationship and make some compromise. I definitely wouldn't mind picking up a similar theme full length novel if there is any.

My Anti-Boyfriend

This is so good and I even got it when is free. Don't look down in this 58 pages, it was filled with so much emotion and passion that I find myself in a sob-fest.

Brad and Riley are best friends that hooked up often enough that Brad starting to develop feelings for his bff. Too bad Riley still view him as a piece of sure thing if he is too lazy to do the work of cruising for fresh meat. Riley is oppose to anything resemble a relationship, he is too jaded for romance.

Before you are irked out by their manwhore lifestyle, this book started at the point where by Brad wish for something different and giving off weird vibe to Riley. Oh poor Brad. I feel so bad for him for all his pining and unrequited love. So much emotion pouring through the pages while reading Brad's heartache. But Riley also is not having any better. He is thinking why is his best friend acting all weird and he can't seems to reconcile the fact that he might be losing Brad. 

Gah! These two guys really did it for me. This book is fucking short, yet I love every little bits of it.

My Anti-Marriage

This is a great addition and possibly the finale to My Anti Series. Not only we get a new couple Chris and Byant, we also get in touch with the previous two couples. Brace self for some sweet HEAs for all!

My Anti-Marriage revolves around their Vegas trip for Brad and Riley's wedding. There is some animosity between Chris and Bryant, mostly is Chris hating Bryant and trying to avoid engaging with him due to a misunderstanding. The misunderstanding was something predictable, though I really enjoy the banter between Chris and Bryant. Chris is all prickly attitude and didn't want to succumb to Bryant's hotness, while Bryant is trying to win back Chris. I'm impressed with the way Bryant actually use his head and heart instead of his dick to make Chris fall for him. He's such a gentleman. 

The rest of the gang added much fun into the plot and I'm glad to see each other them still solid as ever. Fans who enjoyed previous two instalments will enjoy this too.


EXCERPT FROM MY ANTI-VALENTINE

Bret pointed an accusing finger. “No couples! This is anti-Valentine’s Day. You can take your cards and your candies and your flowers and go to one of the bajillion places celebrating loooove tonight.”

“Ew, no,” Darla said with a laugh. “Harry is my cousin, not my boyfriend. I wouldn’t break your rules, anti-love guru!”

Bret did love the name Harry, mostly when applied to a boy wizard with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He gave Harry another onceover, noticing his sky-blue eyes and perfect cheekbones. Nope. Still didn’t like him, especially the frown that was twisting his features.

“Someone must have done a number on you,” he said.

Bret bristled. “Why do you say that?”

“I mean, to be this bitter about Valentine’s Day? It’s hard to imagine you really hate the commercialism of the holiday that much. I bet if you had a girlfriend it would be a different story.”

Bret rolled his eyes. “It really wouldn’t. Romance is a manufactured concept, you realize that, right? You might love someone, but if you do, you should appreciate them every day, not once a year with the most predictable gifts ever. That’s without even getting into the origins of Valentine’s and how very un-romantic it actually is.”

Darla grabbed a drink from the counter and swatted Bret’s butt playfully. “I’m going to leave you boys to it. If you get over your romance phobia, Harry’s on the market, and he hasn’t landed a nice guy in ages, so he’s pretty much a sure thing.”

“Darla!” Harry shouted after her, his cheeks turning bright red. “What the hell? Jesus, that’s not how I usually …”

“What?” Bret asked, feeling uncomfortable.

He’d thought he was engaging in friendly debate with a straight guy, only to discover he’d been bantering with someone cute, available, and gay. And that wasn’t at all the point of this party.

“Um, you know. Tell people I’m gay, or that I’m available. I definitely try not to go the ‘I’m so desperate I’ll take anyone route,’ but Darla seems to have taken care of that for me.”

He cracked a smile. It was crooked, a smidge embarrassed, and way too charming for Bret’s well-being.

“I’m not interested,” Bret said stiffly. “This is an anti—”

“I know!” Harry said, holding up his hands. “I’m not actually desperate.”

Bret stopped short, frowning. Was Harry implying he’d have to be desperate to like Bret? Ouch. He wasn’t Abercrombie and Fitch material like Harry, but he didn’t think he was that bad.

“That came out wrong,” Harry rushed to say. “You’re cute in that nerdy hipster way.”

“Unbelievable,” Bret muttered under his breath.

“I mean it,” Harry said, misunderstanding the reason for Bret’s shutdown. “I would totally do you.”

Bret avoided his gaze. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

He made a quick exit from the kitchen, more than ready to get the real party started now that everyone had arrived. 

“Hey, who wants to burn some shit?” he called out, grinning when a round of cheers went up.

EXCERPT FROM MY ANTI-BOYFRIEND

Brad had everyone fooled.

He wore his sexuality like a disguise. The short shorts, making his ass look fine and flashing perfectly tanned skin 12 months a year? The mesh shirts, the halter tops, the extra-tight T-shirts that showed his lithe form and nipple rings? Yeah. It was all the equivalent of his bat ears, cape and tights.

Well, tights worked for every disguise. But that wasn’t the point, he reminded himself. It’s just that tights can be so distracting, and Brad — like a playful kitten — could be easily distracted by shiny objects or balls of … well, not yarn. More like balls of Riley.

Too bad he couldn’t fool himself.

Brad watched Riley grinding on another slender guy with platinum blond hair and sultry lips on the dance floor of Club Ozone. A guy who wasn’t him. And his heart panged.

Fucking panged.

He threw back another shot to drown that feeling ASAP and flashed a grin at the two guys at the table with him.

He’d come out with his regular circle of friends. For the past few years, he’d met up with Riley, Chris and Harry for a few drinks before they each went out to pick up a man. Then Harry met Bret, his boyfriend of a little more than a year now, and he gave up their regular nights out.

Tonight, he and his boyfriend were both there, having been guilted to attend, so Brad had to put on a cheerful face. Just one more element of his disguise.

“You guys ready to get your dance on?”

Harry looked at Bret, and his boyfriend shrugged. Bret was a real cutie, and he could crack up a whole room at a board game night or house party, but put him around a bunch of sweaty, half-naked men and he went quiet.

“Maybe in a few,” Harry said with a smile.

He leaned in and kissed Bret’s cheek. Gag. Who needed that kind of affection, right?

Pang.
Brad jumped up. “Okay, party poopers. Catch you on the other side!”

He stormed onto the dance floor, ready to burn away his sudden onset of melancholy. A good adrenaline rush and an erection rubbing against his ass would take care of him in short order. After all, why should he care that Riley was sexing up his next conquest on the dance floor? That’s what he did. That’s what they both did.

They agreed years ago that hearts and flowers were not for them. They were friends, wingmen and occasional fuck buddies.

But that was all.

EXCERPT FROM MY ANTI-MARRIAGE

“We’ll take off the rings. Problem solved.”

“No, problem not solved. We’re still married.” Chris’s breathing sped up. “We have to undo it!”

Ant guided him to the bed and pushed him down on the edge. Squeezing his shoulders, he met Chris’s eye.

“Come on now. Maybe this isn’t what it looks like.”

Chris laughed harshly. “I know that line is like your bread and butter as a player, but it’s always what it fucking looks like. Why the fuck else would we be wearing wedding rings?”

“I don’t know,” Ant growled.

“Do you remember last night?”

“Some,” he said grudgingly. “I remember hitting every casino we passed on the strip and taking a few shots at each one. You were hell-bent on checking out wedding venues for Brad and Riley. Maybe we took that too far, huh?” Ant smiled wryly. “What about you?”

“Not much after you found me at the fountain,” Chris admitted. “You were playing the responsible sober guy card with me, trying to get me to go to dinner. So, how the hell did we end up here?”

“My guess? You were totally unreasonable,” Ant said.

Chris huffed. “Sure, it’s my fault. I made you follow me around like a muscled-up bodyguard.”

Ant rolled his eyes. They were getting off-track. “So, we both have a few memory gaps,” he said, massively understating the issue. “I’m sure I’ll remember eventually. Or you will.”

Chris sighed. “What now? Everyone’s waiting on us downstairs.”

Ant shook his head. “Brunch first. Try to act normal. No one has to know. Divorce can wait for dessert.”

“Annulment,” Chris corrected. “Annulment makes it like it never happened, right? I want that one.”


DJ Jamison is the author of more than a dozen m/m romances, including the Ashe Sentinel series and the Hearts and Health series. She writes a variety of queer characters, from gay to bisexual to asexual, with a focus on telling love stories that are more about common ground than lust at first sight. DJ grew up in the Midwest in a working-class family, and those influences can be found in her writing through characters coping with real-life problems: money troubles, workplace drama, family conflicts and, of course, falling in love. DJ spent more than a decade in the newspaper industry before chasing her first dream to write fiction. She spent a lifetime reading before that, and continues to avidly devour her fellow authors' books each night. She lives in Kansas with her husband, two sons, two fish and, regrettably, one snake. 


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