A Manhattanite’s Christmas
by Avery Aster
Move over, Vanderpump Rules, there’s a new reality TV show about to air this holiday season, and it’s hotter and naughtier than ever.
When it comes to raising his only son, who’s on the spectrum, single dad Sheldon Truman will do whatever it takes to secure the best Christmas for his autistic child, even if that means marrying America’s leading pop princess and starring on Newlywed Boot Camp to pay for it. After all, he doesn’t believe in marriage, monogamy, or happily ever after, so what’s there to lose?
With a failing handbag line, a perfume brand that stinks, and a singing career gone flat, actress Neve Adele will do anything that her PR firm, Brill Inc., throws her way. So when she’s cast alongside the hottest bad boy she’s ever met, the cameras start rolling, and they’re forced to share a bed. The psychological games the show puts them through stir up painful emotions from her past, a childhood filled with impoverished abandonment.
Once the filming is over, the feelings that Neve’s been faking toward Sheldon suddenly become a reality. Can she stop thinking about him and get her career back on track? Or will she give up her hunger for fame and get real with the Manhattanite who not only took her virginity but her heart?
I lick my cherry-lacquered lips confidently, objectifying him as if he were steak dinner at Keens restaurant in Herald Square… It’s as if the universe has scientifically blended Tom Hardy, Hugh Jackman, and Chris Hemsworth together, along with a smothering of sexy tattoos. Poof!
Do what you do best, Miss Adele… Give ‘em crazy weave pulling-bitchy table flipping-dangerous car chasing-scare face busting-hell…
Avery Aster is a cunning and crafty writer. It takes considerable skill and deft handling to make selfish, shallow, and outright heinous people appear somehow endearing and sympathetic… how is that possible? Absolutely none of the characters initially appeared likable or trustworthy, and most of them still were not at the conclusion of this tale as everyone had their own self-serving agenda built on lies, trickery, and pretense. Sexy and attractive – yes; appealing or reliable – no. Yet I still found myself intrigued and empathetic toward the protagonists, which, in retrospect, is rather astounding as I am a card-carrying cynic and no sucker by any means, so how does he do it? I remained engaged and interested in how the story was going to play out. The storyline was entertaining and amusing, and as always – the sensual scenes sizzled. Avery Aster has certainly mastered the erotic romance genre, he is the sultan of smut!
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