Title: The Devil’s Brew (Sinners #2.5)
Author Name & Publisher: Rhys Ford (Dreamspinner Press)
Publication Date & Length: May 21, 2014 – 70 pgs
Miki St. John’s life has been turned upside down but it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
His best friend, Damien Mitchell, is back from the dead. He has a dog named Dude. And more importantly, he and his lover, SFPD Inspector Kane Morgan, now share Miki’s converted warehouse.
For the first time ever, Miki’s living a happy and normal-ish life but when Valentine’s Day rolls around, Miki realizes he knows next to nothing about being domestic or domesticated. Nothing about the traditional lover’s holiday makes sense to him but Miki wants to give Kane a Valentine’s Day the man will never forget.
Can he pull off a day of wine and roses? Or will his screwed up childhood come back and bite Miki in the ass?
I had a mixed reaction to this story. It was great to catch up with Miki and Kane again, but the sappy Valentine’s Day plot felt emasculating.
This is a great series, but after the life and death situations these men have recently been through, it didn’t feel right to see them obsess over perfect Valentine’s Day presents.
I have to admit my own bias. The book came to me as part of a series bundle. I have been enjoying the Sinners series, but I really hate Valentine’s Day – so I’m not sure I would have purchased this story on its own.
I did enjoy the familiar interplay between Miki and Kane – and the friendship between Miki and Damien. Miki and Kane feel more settled, Miki feels more mature and Kane seems more certain of himself. Donal is my favourite Morgan and his role is very sweet in this story.
Which brings me back to my original concerns. Donal is a police captain. Kane is a homicide detective. Miki and Damien are hard-core rockers who have survived terrible pasts. Jewellery shops and rose petals just feel completely wrong for all of them.
I’m hoping the next installment allows our men to be more bad-ass and less like teenage girls. If you enjoy Valentine’s Day and like your men sentimental and earnest, you’ll probably love this. It just wasn’t for me.
Rhys Ford was born and raised in Hawai’i then wandered off to see the world. After chewing through a pile of books, a lot of odd food, and a stray boyfriend or two, Rhys eventually landed in San Diego, which is a very nice place but seriously needs more rain.
Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and an overworked red coffee maker.