Out of the storm by Avery Gale

Rating: WARTY!

This author's name sounds equally improbable, but at least the title doesn't suck. My first observation, taken from reading only four sentences is that the main guy, Kyle West, is a complete dumb-ass. He's out driving in a storm and is seeing horizontal rain. If there's a worse sign of a nearby tornado at night than that, I don't know one. Get the hell to shelter NOW, moron! The next sentence tells us the road is so wet that he's in danger of hysroplaning. Then slow down dipshit!

As soon as I learned Kyle is also an ex-Navy SEAL and this is another dom story, then I'm out. Sorry but the ex-Navy SEAL motif in novels is so overdone that it has charred, blackened, solidified, and welded itself to the oven, and the oven has caught fire from it and burned down the neighborhood. Get a new shtick. Please. This author has three stories in here, but one was way-the-hell more than enough to put me off her for life. A veritable gale she is not.

Coral Hearts by Avery Gale

Rating: WARTY!

Time to take a quick look at volume 2 of this trilogy of sample chapters of a bunch of "romance" novels - of the kind I never read for good reason. Each sample has only an opening chapter or two. Most of them seem to be first person and kinky. There is no romance here, only lust. No relationship that's greater than skin-depth.

As in the first volume, I review these based solely on these sample chapters, which believe me are more than enough to judge this trash. None of these books would remotely pass the Bechdel-Wallace test because they can't even pass it within one female character's own mind! It's all about studly guys and frustrated women, and unsafe-sex. Some might argue that this is okay because that's the whole purpose of the book, but I'd argue that people who say that sort of thing are missing the point big time.

This was a truly pathetic maiden in distress needing a strong guy to rescue her because as you know all women are useless without a studly man. The names in this book are utterly ridiculous. The girl is Coral. This is inevitably part of a series about the five Morgan brothers - because why come up with something original when you can continue draining an old teat? The Morgans are called Brandt, Colt, Kip, Phoenix, and Sage. Why not just go the whole hog and call 'em Sage, Basil, Rue, Tarragon and Dill? And have them come from Oregano?

These boys, we're assured, have vastly different interests - but they're all doms. I guess their interests aren't that different, huh? So Coral is already running from an ex and her car breaks down. Her car is probably named Herb-ie. So naturally, she "literally falls into" this guy's arms and he no doubt offers her some Sage advice....

Seriously the barf factor here is high and so too, probably, are the Morgan bros. I'll pass. Wind.