"5 Stars!...An excellent story. The twist at the end was not what I was expecting at all and I am sure other readers will be just as surprised as I was...One of my favorite authors..."--Lydia, Rainbow Reviews
"4.25 Stars!...It’s obvious that A. J. Llewellyn has a deep love of all things Greek, especially the food and the Greek way of life...The depictions of the relaxed Greek way of life, the music and the lifestyle also brought Greece to life as I was drawn into the daily lives of the characters and those who live in the nearby towns. Thrown in amongst this were little bits of history about Lesvos and the other islands that are visited, which all added to the general accurate feel of the setting. It was just so well done that I felt I was there with Tracy, living in the warmth of Greece...it is well written, with good pacing and a wonderful setting...I will be reading other books by A. J. Llewellyn in the future."--Jenre, Rainbow Reviews
"5 Angels!...A fast-paced story with real-to-life characters who demand the reader's attention from the very beginning. Benoit is a very complex character who draws the reader in with his beautiful music, so very opposite to his frequent moody behavior. Tracy's love for his family and dedication to his work keeps the reader in his corner as he somehow deals with the many obstacles life has given him. I love how Tracy tries to see the good in everyone, even when other people can't. I found Marjo's endearing and lovable child-like ways of seeing the world beautiful...Thanks go to Mr. Llewellyn for a wonderful story."--Teresa, Fallen Angel Reviews
...Tracy looked up and was startled to see his Adonis staring across the aisle at him. He was one row forward, in the aisle seat.
For a moment, Tracy wondered if he was imagining things. Maybe he was staring at Desi. He glanced beside him and saw she was sleeping, mouth agape, a touch of drool at the corner of her ruby-red lined lips. He stared back again, but the Adonis wasn’t looking. Okay, so he was imagining things.
Tracy reached for his laptop bag and was about to open it, only to look across the aisle once again. No, it wasn’t his imagination. The Adonis was looking at him. He was so surprised, he stared straight back. He was shocked when the Adonis made a point of glancing in the direction of the toilets and back at him again.
My God, Tracy thought. He’s cruising me!
This went on for a minute. Tracy glanced at Desi, whose face was now smashed into an airline cushion, making him think of one of Sharla’s titty huggers.
The Adonis left his seat and moved in the direction of the toilets. Tracy saw him waiting and watched as one of the cubicles opened up and, with a final glance in Tracy’s direction, he entered and closed the door.
Afraid of making a total fool of himself, Tracy unbuckled his seatbelt and advanced cautiously. He had no idea what furtive instinct propelled him forward because this was not his style at all, but something inside him screamed, “It’s now or never.” It had been a long time for him and the flesh was oh-so-willing. He approached the cubicle in question and took a deep breath when he saw that the illuminated latch indicated it was occupied. He reached out a hand and, man, he had trouble with it. He was not being discreet at all.
The Adonis had to help him open it from the other side. Amusement flitted across the man’s dark eyes as he reached in and pulled Tracy toward him. He laughed, a deep, wonderful laugh revealing a row of white teeth. For a moment, Tracy was mesmerized. He liked good teeth. The cubicle was cramped. Tracy squeezed into the small space and together, the two men managed to lock it. The Adonis grunted and tugged Tracy right to him, kissing him. The kisses were sweet until he cupped Tracy’s head, taking his breath away.
“I love the way you taste,” Tracy whispered into his mouth. He was dizzy from the other man’s touch as the Adonis let his fingers stroll across Tracy’s crotch, insistently rubbing the head of his cock through his jeans.
Oh great, I'm gonna have a nice wet spot soon. Tracy felt the stranger deftly flipping open his button-fly jeans, their gazes colliding as he slid down the jeans and Tracy’s boxer briefs to grant him access. He was so sexy, Tracy grasping to identify the scent of the Adonis’ skin. Figs. That’s how he smells. Just like fresh figs. He thrust Tracy against the door and half-kneeling, half-crouching, his mouth moving straight to Tracy’s cock.
Tracy was in shock that the Adonis had taken control. He fought the odd, chemical odor of the cubicle, more intense due to their combined body heat and the lack of space. He kept thinking of figs.
The stranger licked and sucked him with abandon. It inflamed Tracy, knowing people were right outside the door. An in-flight intercom announcement squawked from the wall.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign. Please return to your seats now.”
Tracy panicked. He was so close and the Adonis knew what he was doing. He put extra pressure on the underside of Tracy’s cock with his tongue. They couldn’t stop now. The Adonis drew his mouth back and forth over the shaft. He gently held Tracy’s balls. Tracy looked down, enthralled that a complete stranger had complete control of him, even for this one moment...