Note: this review contains material not suitable for minors.
(I know I am supposed to be doing m/m all week, but I couldn’t resist giving this Hanukkah short a try.)
Lilly is home alone on the first night of Hanukkah, wondering why she has not had a successful romantic relationship. As she lights her first candle, Zachariah, an angel, falls naked into her backyard. They have loads of perfect sex, make latkes, and dance for each other. They fall in love. The end.
Hart works very hard to convince the reader this could happen. Very very hard. So hard that I think Lilly’s brain snaps with the vicarious effort:
“Together they made something a mere four days ago she never would’ve said could be true and now couldn’t imagine in any other way.”
“I know this is all some sort of fantastic, crazy thing. I know it, Zach. But why shouldn’t it be? Why should something that feels this good and right be anything less than fantasy?”
“What is it about you,” she murmured against his lips, “that makes me feel like I’m in an early eighties high-concept music video?”
If you had told me two days ago that I was going to read an even more strained attempt to work Hanukkah into sex than Bad Brad, I would not have believed you, and if you told me my favorite erotic romance writer, Megan Hart, would write it, I might have thrown you out of my house. And yet, and yet …
“This body”, he said. “What a great miracle to make life.”
Lilly, languid and sated, pulled him by the shoulder to bring him close enough to kiss. “I’ve met a lot of men who thought what came out of their pricks was magic, but never one who thought it was a miracle.”
He laughed. “But is is.”
He took her hand and ran it across the sticky wetness. With anyone else, Lilly would’ve squirmed, wrinkled her nose, pulled away. With Zach, she let him make her feel it, already drying on his skin.
“Nes Gadol Haya Sham.” he murmured into her mouth. “A great miracle happened there, yes?”
To her credit, Lilly giggled at this.
So did I.
All I can say is, Oh my.
Oh, so sorry to hear this, since DA Jayne bought this for me!
“As she lights her first candle, Zachariah, an angel, falls naked into her backyard.”
No one tells us goyim about the secret benefits of being Jewish. So not fair
Ann — LOL. There are many secret benefits, but you have to be a MOT (Member of the Tribe) to know them.
Janine — You might love it! Reviews are subjective, remember?
Yeah, but that last bit you quoted. Oy.