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Theatre headliner Trevor Rowland is at the peak of his career when disaster strikes. In one fell swoop, he loses his eyesight, his fame, and his boyfriend, who absconds with most of his money. Trevor must take on a flatmate, hardworking East Ender Jack Burrows, to afford the rent. Anger and bitterness have taken up residence in his heart—but Jack shines light into the shadowy corners with his relentlessly sunny disposition.
Jack introduces Trevor to a local drag club and convinces him he can enjoy the stage again. Trevor’s defences slowly come down as Jack becomes much more than a barely tolerated roommate.
But will Trevor’s fragile trust be destroyed when it appears he’s been manipulated yet again by a man he’s come to care for? Will he reclaim his life or crawl back into a shell of defeat? Trevor must learn to trust not only a man, but himself, once more.
Exactly my thoughts after reading this.
I’m not trying to be mean, but I don’t see the need for this story. I think my feelings would be a lot different if this was told from Jack’s pov as well because Trevor was dull and boring. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he’s blind now, and his ex also took all his money. I get that, but dude you are alive!!!! I felt like I started in the middle of the story instead of the beginning. No background information either guy. I truly only liked Jack and that was when I wasn’t trying to shot myself because of the way his accent came across the page. Yeah, I know his Cockney slag was needed, but this was to damn much. It just seemed like somebody couldn’t spell when everything else in the story was proper English.
Listen up here authors, when you decide to throw the drag element into your story, let it at-least be something the character has thought about. Just because Trevor is a gay man, a performing artist, and is able to adapt to different elements doesn’t mean he could do drag. Nope! Do not do it at all. Again I feel like it was no point of that in the story. It wasn’t something he was going to continue on doing. Hell why do all these work for one performance and just be lackadaisical about it at the end of they day. It wasn’t his passion, so why do it? That bothered me a lot, and kinda turned me off.
Besides the common miscommunication trope that I really fecking hate, there was nothing else going on. I disliked Jack’s accent, and would have liked to see his friends, background, just something of substance with him. I liked him as a character. There wasn’t much else going on in the story for me. I didn’t really connect with them as a couple. I could see it coming from a mile away.
This was not my cup of tea, and I just can’t recommend it.