"4.25 Stars!...I enjoyed this book a lot, especially the prose and dialogue...The characterizations were well drawn and the Delaneys demonstrated the right amount of menace, especially while holding a gun on Liam. I thoroughly enjoyed this little gem, which had a nice surprise ending. If you’re looking for a short hot read that has the bonus of being funny then The Delaneys And Me should be on your 'to buy' list."--Wave, Reviews By Jessewave
"...This witty, fun short centers around hapless Liam, whose quick temper gets him into a heap of trouble...I liked that Liam still had spirit, despite being humiliated. The way that he attempts to get the upper hand by initiating sexual play was very amusing, as was his surprise at how much he enjoyed being used by the brothers. There's no deep themes or angst to the story, just a light humourous tale with a touch of twincest which I enjoyed a great deal. Grade: Very Good."--Jenre, Well Read: Saturday Shorts
"4.5 Nymphs!...A charming as well as amusing teaser...A fantastic short story, I got the impression there could be a follow-up to these enchanting characters. I enjoyed this story immensely and hopefully there will be more in the future."--Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
"...Funny and sexy, and truth be told, I wouldn’t mind...[reading] more."--Elisa Rolle, LiveJournal.com
"4.5 Stars!...Clever short story...I loved the tongue-in-cheek humor with which Anne Brooke drew these characters, and I loved the unusual storyline. Sometimes you feel like you've read a book before with different names for the protagonists, but not here. Brooke keeps us wondering what will become of Liam until the very last page. I highly recommend this quick fun read."--Carole, Rainbow Reviews
"...An entertaining and witty ménage short story that provides a good mix of suspense and humour for a relatively angst-free read. The story is written in the first person through the central character of Liam, who is quite cheeky and possesses a sarcastic disposition providing for a tongue-in-cheek narrative...Anne Brooke builds the suspense from the beginning of the story...A well written, slightly edgy and fun erotic romp that I enjoyed and believe others will as well..."--Indigene, Three Dollar Bill Reviews
“5 Angels!...Drew me in from the first sentence with its fascinating plot and appealing characters. I found it to be the perfect quick read if you have a fetish for twins. Pick up a copy and enjoy.”--NeNe, Fallen Angel Reviews
“4 Stars!...A fun and entertaining story about a young man who discovers that sometimes the 'crime' is worth the 'time.' When he mouths off and is made to choose between physical pain or a night of sex with the Delaney twins as his punishment Liam is in for a naughty night he won't soon forget. This short story features well-drawn characters, solid writing and some really sexy scenes.”--Lily, I Love Books Blogspot
...“Look at me, Liam.”
My gaze shot upward to his face.
“Are you listening?” he said.
Wordless, I nodded.
“Good. I want you to know that just because I have the gun and my brother doesn’t, it doesn’t mean I won’t use it if I have to. What we’re going to do is this: we’re going to go to Luigi’s, where you made such a scene last night. We’re going to sit down, nice and polite, and then you’re going to apologize to Luigi in the way in which I tell you to do. Afterwards, if Luigi accepts your apology and if my brother and I are happy with how you’ve performed, we’ll eat. I mean, Johnny and I will eat, and you’ll watch us. If you’re very lucky, you might get the odd mouthful, but again it depends on whether you can behave properly.
“When we’ve finished, we’ll go back to your flat. We’ll go into your bedroom, and if we still want to fuck you, then we will. If we don’t, or if we’re not happy with you in any way, then Johnny will shoot you. Where we promised he would. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mr. Delaney.” My voice was barely above a whisper, but he seemed to understand it well enough.
He turned back around again and snapped a command. “Then let’s drive.”
Our journey progressed in silence for a while. Through the gap in the seats, I could see the gun where it now lay on Mark’s lap. I tried not to look at it, instead staring at anything else I could focus on. The streetlights, other cars, even my own knees.
A cool touch on my cheek almost made me jump. When I glanced to my left, I could see Johnny had eased over the seat so he was right next to me. Somehow, I hadn’t heard him. Now he was stroking my face, his finger moving across my skin. I tried to steady my breathing and, when he touched my mouth, I opened my lips and sucked his finger inside. His breath hitched.
The driver said something I couldn’t hear, and Mark turned in the front seat towards us. I stared at him, all the time sucking Johnny’s finger. Another one joined it, and I sucked on that one, too. Mark’s lips opened slightly. After a few moments, Johnny removed his fingers and began trailing them down my neck, leaving a line of saliva dampening my skin. I stretched my head up to give him easier access. When he came to my top button, he began to undo it.
“Leave him,” Mark said suddenly, his voice rough. “We’ll have time enough later, if we want to.”
At once, Johnny obeyed and shifted back to his seat. I sat there, panting a little.
“Yeah, Mr. Delaney,” I whispered, slow and soft. “You can have anything you want from me for as long as you want it. Do whatever you want to my body. How does that sound?”
In all honesty, I couldn’t believe I’d spoken at all, let alone had the balls to tease them. Hell, at least I still had my balls. This was something to be grateful for.
Johnny made a groaning noise and ran one hand through his hair, but Mark simply stared at me. I might have been wrong about this, but I thought he might not have known quite what to say. So I smiled at him and undid my top button. I did it nice and slow, just how I’d spoken to them. Then another button and another, while he kept on looking. When I reached inside and pinched my left nipple, it was he who gasped. It broke the spell.
“Jesus, Liam, do yourself up, would you?” he said, spinning around until he faced the front again. “We’re nearly at the bloody restaurant. What are you, some kind of man-whore?”
“Maybe, when it comes to you, Mr. Delaney, maybe,” I whispered, but he made no reply. I wasn’t even sure he’d heard...