"...The story was well written and the two characters clicked on all levels as they had sex that blew both of their minds. The sex was hot and they definitely made up for lost time...A good read if you're looking for a short sexy story with fun characters, to pass the time on a Sunday afternoon."--Wave, Reviews By Jessewave
"4 Nymphs!...Amanda Young has created a very arousing story of postponed desires growing into a devoted relationship. I enjoyed this first story in the Bottom’s Up series greatly."--Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
"5 Stars!...This story plays into the universal fantasy that you run into that unattainable person you crushed on in high school, and all of a sudden they think you are hot, too...One of the things I love about Amanda Young's writing is her character descriptions. As you read this short book, you can visualize the people that populate it...Another thing Amanda Young does well is hot sex, and A Kinky Orgasm is certainly a shining example of her skill. This book is an awesome, short hot read, perfect for your summer vacation. I highly recommend it. And one day I hope to get up the nerve to actually order the drink! (I'll have mine with vanilla ice cream AND strawberries!)"--Carole, Rainbow Reviews
"...Starts off with hot sex and a fantasy fulfilled, and ends with a dream coming true...Fun, light-hearted, and very hot."--Nannette, Joyfully Reviewed
"4 Hearts!...Amanda Young pens one of those tales that again reminds us that we can't know what's going on inside a person from just their public actions. Truman Lee proves that by his story of being in the closet as a teen protecting his image and his future. It's interesting how Ms. Young builds the two men. Briar's life is like an open book. We know how he feels, the kind of man he is. We don't get to know Truman as well. I like the way the story is told in a way that makes me think about it after the last page has been turned."--Dee Dailey, The Romance Studio
"4 Angels!...A short but very hot and fun novella. The book is well-written...I loved the character and setting descriptions. They were just enough to give me a picture without going into information overload...If you are looking for a fast, fun and extremely hot novella to keep you busy on a slow Sunday afternoon, then I recommend that you pick up a copy..."--Melissa C., Fallen Angel Reviews
...The bell above the door chimed. Briar turned toward the sound, expecting to see Ben’s daughter crossing the threshold. Instead, Briar gaped as the focus of more than one wet dream strolled into his humble little establishment. With his broad shoulders pulled straight and his head held high, the newcomer strode to the opposite side of the counter from Ben and took a seat on one of the stools closest to the door.
It’d been more than a decade since Briar had set eyes on Truman Lee. The other man had gone off to college on a football scholarship, while Briar had stayed behind to care for his ailing father. After his father passed away, Briar had taken night classes in business management and eventually reopened the family bar as he knew his father would’ve wanted.
Since he and the jock had been on opposite ends of the food chain in school, Briar pretended he didn’t recognize the other man. Better that than make an ass of himself by pointing out their affiliation only to have Truman feign remembrance.
Truthfully, Briar hoped Truman didn’t recall the skinny little outcast he used to be. High school was hard on almost everyone, but it’d been a particular rollercoaster for a scrawny, big-mouthed kid in southwestern Virginia. His piss-poor attitude had gotten his ass kicked more than once. Truman, on the other hand, had been a typical athletic meathead. With his stocky, muscular body and boy-next-door good looks, Truman had been every girl’s— and one lonely gay boy’s—idea of a walking wet dream. Thank God no one had ever found the yearbook photo of Truman that Briar had hidden under his mattress. He would have died of shame.
Briar snapped out of his fit of nostalgia and crossed to where Truman sat waiting. He schooled his features into the polite mask of someone who was used to working with the public. “Welcome to Henley’s. What can I get for you?”
Truman smiled at Briar, showing off the twin dimples in his lean cheeks. “I heard you make the best Kinky Orgasms this side of the Mason-Dixon line.”
“Is that so?”
Truman nodded.
Briar wanted to preen in response to the compliment, but he held it in. Apparently the bartending refresher courses were worth the price of admission after all. “I suppose whether or not they’re the best would depend on how you like them made. Would you rather have the drink mixed with strawberries or creamy vanilla ice cream?”
Truman’s nostrils flared. “Oh, I definitely want it creamy.”
“All right.” Briar swallowed over the frog in his throat. His imagination had to be creating the lustful way Truman eyed him. The man was as straight as an arrow…he’d banged half the cheerleading squad when they were in school. “One Kinky Orgasm, hold the strawberries, coming up.”
He could feel Truman’s gaze on his back as he set about getting the ingredients he needed. The attention didn’t help convince his cock of Truman’s hetero status. Briar’s unruly prick didn’t give a plug nickel about things like straight or gay. It knew what it liked, and Truman fit the bill nicely...