ONE 4 Star, TWO 3 Star and TWO 3.5 Star Reviews for Stubborn as a Bull by D. L. King #FF #Romance #erotica #lesfic

A quick easy to read mild erotic novel.

Rather predictable but snappy, interesting and a fun way to wile away the time.

I would have liked more of a story line and stronger characters hence the three stars, but a fresh and uncomplicated read.

~Chris

I feel wishy-washy about this story. Part of me wants to rate it higher because it was well-written and a nice, quick, interesting read. But the other part of me keeps dragging me back to a couple of plot points that I have a problem with. Truthfully, this story might be considered erotica, and I definitely don’t have a problem with erotica. But it seems to me that the story is struggling to be considered a romance, and that’s where some things kind of break down for me. Kat seems extremely shallow to me, and because of that, it’s hard to believe she feels anything deeper with Lil than she does with the other two we see her with. And it’s hard to understand why Lil is so stubborn about her anyway; not only does Kat ignore her to hook up with other women, but she seems to actually dislike Lil at first, so why does Lil keep coming back for more? Also, and this may just be a personal thing, but if I’m reading a romance about two people finally getting together, I don’t expect to read explicit details from casual hook-ups that occur before the two lovers get together. All that does is convince me that Kat is incapable of the sort of relationship Lil seems to want. And Kat seems to have a lot of sex. I don’t understand why sex with Lil is any different. It isn’t like they got to know each other any better than any of the others Kat had sex with, so what changed? Again, this almost seems to be a mixture of erotica and romance, but if so, it missed the mark for me.

~AmyP

“Strong, like Russian bull. Right. More like bullshit. Or more like ‘stubborn like a bull.’ Shit… I mean, really, what is it with her? I just don’t get it.” I lifted the hose out of the caddy and added more Diet Coke to Carla’s glass. It was the middle of the day—too late for lunch but too early for happy hour.

Carla took a drink and gave me a piercing look. “What are you talking about? Or should I say who are you talking about?”

“It’s that dyke, Lily, or Lil. Whatever. She’s always coming in here, bugging the crap out of me. Like just before you got here. She snuck up to the bar while I was changing out one of the kegs and said something like, ‘Hey little lady, want me to help you with that?’ I practically cracked my skull open on the top of the beer cooler. And then she grins and says that ‘Strong, like Russian bull’ thing and makes a muscle. She makes me crazy.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about. What does she look like?”

“Yeah, you know her. She’s got short brown hair. Not boy-short, just short and kind of wavy. She’s maybe in her late thirties, but she looks like she’s in good shape—like she works out or maybe plays some kind of sport. She wears jeans and T-shirts, mostly. You know who I mean. Lil.”

“Kat, you just described half the women who come into this place. So, what else does she do to annoy you?”

I grabbed a glass of water and told Carla all about it. The way Lil always seemed to be there when I looked up, but how she never bought a drink. And the way she bullied customers at the bar when they started getting the least bit rowdy. She was costing me tips.

“And there was that time last week when this cute butch was hitting on me, and Lil shoved her way in front of the woman and asked something inane, like if I knew what time it was, or something. The girl just backed out of the way and decided to go hit on someone else, I guess…and she was cute, too. I don’t know, Carla, the bitch is out to get me, but I didn’t do anything to her. I swear. Hell, I don’t even know her.”

Carla started to grin.

“What?”

“Geez Louise! Can’t you tell when someone’s flirting with you? Or has it really been that long?”

“Flirting? Well, she’s not my type,” I said. I gave Carla a wilting look and went back to doing the prep work for the evening. Flirting? Is that possible? If it was, it was like the way boys used to flirt with girls in third grade. I was seriously waiting for her to punch me in the arm—and then I’d have to smack the crap out of her.

I wiped down the bar after restocking, and then I began preparing the drink garnishes and gave Carla another refill.

“You know, Kat, I’ve known you for seven years now, and I still don’t know what your type is. Just who are you looking for?”

She put a ten on the bar, and I leaned over and gave her a kiss. “Maybe I’m not looking for anyone. Do I have to be?”

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you.” Carla shook her head on her way out. She opened the front door to bright, glaring sunlight and waved as she stepped outside. The door shut behind her, wrapping the place in twilight shadow again, the way a bar should be.