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My Gigolo: The Care and Feeding of a Male Prostitute by Molly Burkhart

May 21, 2010

When a good man is hard to find, there's only one thing left to do. Buy One.

When a good man is hard to find, there’s only one thing left to do. Buy one.

As far as Gabrielle is concerned, her life isn’t at all a mess. It’s simply taught her a hard lesson—never rely on anyone else for her own happiness. It’s not that she’s against having sex. Far from it. It’s just that if it comes with strings tied to the word “love”, she’ll pass.

Now if only she could stop her sister and friends from trying to show her the error of her solitary ways. Especially after their latest trick—hiring a male prostitute for her birthday.

In all his time as a male escort, Jack’s never met anyone as intriguing as down-to-earth Gabe. Or as determined to refuse his charms. She has no idea whom she’s dealing with, though. Jack’s a consummate professional in all aspects of his chosen field. Including coercion.

One minute, Gabe is agreeing to a night of no-strings sex. The next, she’s staring up at a man who turns her body and soul inside out. Jack is staring down at a woman he can’t imagine never seeing again. Both are suddenly aware there are only two ways this could end: a match made in heaven…or sheer disaster.


Product Warnings

Explicit sex, illegal sexual practices, zombies, a clown, and the strangest minigolf course ever conceived.

From the title, and from knowing Molly for all of a few months, I knew I could expect a lot of things from this book. Quirky off-the wall humor that will have my family looking at me weirdly when I suddenly burst out laughing for no apparent reason (check), zombie references (check check), and I’d heard quite a bit about the pirate-themed mini golf course. (infinity check points! You seriously need to read to understand how awesome this is. I can’t do it justice. I won’t even try.)

I knew I could expect a fun read. And, with a story about a Male Prostitute? A little guilty pleasure.

I was only wrong on that last count. There’s nothing guilty about my pleasure for this book.

Well, actually, I was wrong about something else too. I never expected it to be so goddamn heartwarming. I never expected that the book would make me tear-up. This is not an easy feat ya’ll. I may be a romantic SAP, but I’m a reserved one. I have my pride damnit. Except, Molly kinda striped that from me with the  sweet sister moments between Gabe and Mike (almost all of the female characters have male nicknames. AWESOME.) and the moments where Gabe, and Jack both, become tangled in one complicated hot mess. Emphasis on the hot, because there are quite a few sexy scenes. All of which had me blushing and giggling like the horny little school girl I still sometimes emulate. The romance is not a conventional one, obviously, and that’s what’s so intriguing about it. I ended up falling a little in love with Jack myself by the end of it. Always a good sign.

And Gabe…well, truth be told, her character hit a lot closer to home than I expected it would. I share one too many traits in common with the heroine. *wince*  A good thing because it made her relate-able. A bad thing because…um, yeah, I cried a bit during a few of her “epiphany” scenes.

Also, as a recently initiated (going on three years now) Football fan, I appreciated the references and learned an interesting new way to deter over-zealous dates. (Flag warnings for the win!) Also, she mentioned my team in a favorable light.  (Steelers baby! This is where I pointedly ignore anyone who mentions the train wreck that was last year and the negative media spotlight. We’re not even going there you guys.)

I totally laughed my ass off when Gabe wanted to kick Jack out because he might possibly be a Raider’s fan. (I ain’t mad at ya, I would have done it too.)

Also. I have a soft spot for Phil. And Reggie. Um, Molly, can they both get a sequel? Please? *puppy dog eyes and zombie cakes delivered by pirate-ninja-zombie minions!!* What is it with me and totally falling in love with side characters? (Ok, ok. I have a thing for black guys. But who doesn’t?)

There were a few moments of predictability but let’s be real. I don’t read contemporary romance for the plot twists. (I’m just sayin’.) I honestly don’t think it was meant to be anything more than it is. And what it is is more than good enough for me. How often do I get to just kick back, relax and let the good times roll with a book? Most of my reading preferences tend to be very dark, and emotionally-taxing. This was a nice change of pace. But it still held that element of edginess that hooked me in. You can’t even tell me the title alone doesn’t make you curious. Or amused. Or giggle like a four year old over a dirty word.  (if it doesn’t, you’re totally dead inside.)

If you’re looking for an hour or three of pure spazz-tastic fun, appropriately  mushy, and geek-friendly escapism, I totally recommend My Gigolo. Also if you’re the kind of person who likes Zombies, and pirate themed-mini golf courses and football jokes. That makes you a special kind of weird, and one of my own. This book is totally for you.

If you liked what I had to say, or were seduced by the wicked awesome coverart (I ain’t mad atcha.) You can purchase My Gigolo: The Care and Feeding of a Male Prostitute at MBaM, Amazon, BoB, Disel E-Books, or All Romance E-Books. (Notice how I’m not giving you any leeway, because I’m not.) You can find out more about Molly Burkhart on her personal website (go to the Free reads section to, you know, scope out the free reads!) and her blog. (Psst, be sure to bug her with questions about Charlie because I’m a Scorpio and therefore nosy I need to know these things! These things I need to know them~!)

P.S. If Glinda the Good Sister is reading this….if you even think of buying me a Male Prostitute, there will be hair pulling. And keep in mind, yours is longer.

P.S.S. I’m SO looking forward to seeing what this post is going to attract in lieu of search phrases. I’m not even kidding.

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. gutterballgt permalink
    May 23, 2010 12:04 pm

    *snickersnort*

    Sol, you kill me. Absolutely SLAY me. I’m seriously. Wicked awesome.

    You know it can’t be all bad when your editor makes a note: “Never read THAT in a romance novel before”. Heee!

    • Soleil Noir permalink*
      May 23, 2010 2:46 pm

      *g* I have a feeling you’ll be taking editors by surprise for years to come Molly. And me too. This is so on my Keepers..er…folder. Until it ends up in print. THEN its going on my bookshelf.

  2. May 23, 2010 1:19 pm

    So on my to read list. Awesome, awesome review…I bow to your talent.

    For kicks and giggles…Nevada got its first male prostitute a little while back. Just saying, it’s legal in parts of the state *wink*

    Good luck on getting info on Charlie…I understand even the “beloved sis” doesn’t know, LOL

    • Soleil Noir permalink*
      May 23, 2010 2:52 pm

      Hi Sherri, nice to have you here. 🙂

      I’m brushing up on my ninja/dictator skills. I WILL know. Eventually…

      And by “eventually” I mean I’m probably setting myself up for failure. Because I’m a realist.

      • gutterballgt permalink
        May 23, 2010 10:49 pm

        Mwahahah!! Fear my whimsy!

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