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A review by launovas
In Sequence by Cole McCade
5.0
Every time he thought he knew himself, Seong-Jae showed him…
He didn’t know himself at all.
In Sequence is the 15th book in the series but Cole McCade keeps surprising me. I was shelving this as a detective-romance, but now I’d have to add erotica to the mix because that scene was so damn sexy.
Arash turned his head toward Seong-Jae, watching him gravely. “Take care of my boy, would you? Don’t let that city eat him alive. Malcolm isn’t made for places like that. It’s all glass and steel and cold and gray things, and my boy… he’s made for clay and earth and warmed places.
I’m in love with Malcom’s parents. Cole McCade writes the best cast of side characters: everyone has a story, desires and a personality so perfectly built that all of them feel human.
“It...never stops hurting, Seong-Jae. Some things never stop hurting.” He kissed Seong-Jae fingertips, then settled to rest his head to his chest once more, holding him that much tighter. “It’s like looking into the sun. Sooner or later you learn not to… but that blinding light is always there.”
For those who read the book and get what scenes I'm talking about:
“What happened to your lower lip?”
Malcolm actually flushed -barely visible beneath that beard and tawny skin, but there. He ran his thumb over the scabbed split in his lower lip, clearing his throat, and grinned-wolfish, dark. “Slipped while trimming my beard while half asleep. Shock and awe, scissors are actually sharp.”
Seong-Jae closed his eyes.
Oh, God.
Between Sila and Aanga Joshi… Malcolm was seriously beginning to question Seong-Jae’s taste in men.
He didn’t know himself at all.
In Sequence is the 15th book in the series but Cole McCade keeps surprising me. I was shelving this as a detective-romance, but now I’d have to add erotica to the mix because that scene was so damn sexy.
Arash turned his head toward Seong-Jae, watching him gravely. “Take care of my boy, would you? Don’t let that city eat him alive. Malcolm isn’t made for places like that. It’s all glass and steel and cold and gray things, and my boy… he’s made for clay and earth and warmed places.
I’m in love with Malcom’s parents. Cole McCade writes the best cast of side characters: everyone has a story, desires and a personality so perfectly built that all of them feel human.
“It...never stops hurting, Seong-Jae. Some things never stop hurting.” He kissed Seong-Jae fingertips, then settled to rest his head to his chest once more, holding him that much tighter. “It’s like looking into the sun. Sooner or later you learn not to… but that blinding light is always there.”
For those who read the book and get what scenes I'm talking about:
Spoiler
“What happened to your lower lip?”
Malcolm actually flushed -barely visible beneath that beard and tawny skin, but there. He ran his thumb over the scabbed split in his lower lip, clearing his throat, and grinned-wolfish, dark. “Slipped while trimming my beard while half asleep. Shock and awe, scissors are actually sharp.”
Seong-Jae closed his eyes.
Oh, God.
Between Sila and Aanga Joshi… Malcolm was seriously beginning to question Seong-Jae’s taste in men.