Monday, October 19, 2015

Sinders and Ash (The Pennymaker Tales Series #1) by Tara Lain

Housekeeper Mark Sintorella (Sinders) works diligently at a resort hotel while designing clothes anonymously, hoping to get into fashion school. Then his carefully planned life is upended with the arrival of Ashford Armitage, son of the fifth richest man in America—and the most beautiful guy Mark has ever seen. Ash must find a wife or he’ll lose his grandfather’s inheritance, and he settles on Bitsy Fanderel. But secretly Ash is gay, and the guy who cleans the fireplaces sets his heart ablaze.

Further stirring the pot is the little elf of a man, Carstairs Pennymaker, who has Mark wearing his own designs and masquerading as a girl to impress the fashion investors in the hotel. When the clock strikes twelve, two beautiful princesses line up for the wedding—but one isn’t a woman. Will the slipper fit? Only Mr. Pennymaker knows for sure.

My review:
I love everything about this m/m Cinderella story from the cover to the end. This like the original Cinderella is a story with a message. I absolutely adored Mark “Sinders” Sintorella. He is out and true to himself and working his ass off to get where he wants to be.  Ashford “Ash” Armitage is rich as Croesus but not happy because he isn’t out and his grandfathers will says his inheritance is dependent upon his getting married. Carstairs Pennymaker plays the role of fairy godmother to perfection. But I’ll admit Disney had a better dresser. Tara Lain puts her own spin on this story that will keep you engrossed and up past your bedtime.
Complimentary copy provided by author/publisher for an honest review.


“What’s your dream, uh, Mister—”
Armitage set his glass down. “I guess I don’t have one. It’s a problem of being born with a lot of money. It can kill your motivation.”
“Bull.” Mark gasped and slapped that hand over his mouth again.
For a second Ash looked shocked. Then he laughed so hard Mark thought he was going to throw up the food he’d just eaten. “Hell, kid, just when I think you’re some shrinking violet, I get to see your true colors. That’s great!”
“I’m sorry.”
He took a breath and looked steadily at Mark. “No, you’re not. I’ve watched you work your ass off around this place for what I imagine is little money and less appreciation, and yet you keep going. A dilettante rich kid like me who has never earned a dime must be beneath your contempt.”
Mark shook his head, but Ash held up a hand. “The only thing I’ve seen slow you down is that asshole in the hall. You don’t have to tell me. I know it was a flashback of some kind. But I would like to know why you kissed me.”
That was direct. Mark’s heart beat like a hammer. Half the truth, maybe? “I was grateful… and confused. No one had ever stood up for me like that.”
“Handshakes are good.”
“Like I said, I was confused.”
“You kissed me. Not ‘thanks a bunch for saving me,’ but a ‘how far down my throat can you get your tongue’ kind of kiss.”
Mark pushed back the chair, jumped up, and stalked into the living room area. Okay, maybe more of the truth. “Look, I said I’m sorry. I’m gay, for Christ’s sake, and you’re gorgeous. In a situation like that, it’s easy to lose your bearings. You were holding me, and you smelled good, and I was scared, and adrenaline took over and—you know the rest.”
Ash looked at him over steepled fingers. “Would you have kissed me under other circumstances?”
“Like what? Selling kisses for charity?” Jesus, Sintorella, control your sarcasm before you get fired. He took a deep breath.
“No, like if we were in a hotel suite having dinner.”
“Of course not.” He had to get out of here.
“Not even if you thought I wanted you to?”
Mark’s heart stilled. “Why would you want me to?”
Ash got up and walked over to the bar. He splashed a little more champagne into his glass. He held the bottle out to Mark, who shook his head.
“Why don’t you ask me again what my dream is?”
Stay very still. This situation is volatile. “I should go.”
“No. We have crème brûlée waiting. Ask me.”
 “What’s your dream?”
“I don’t have one, because I’m too busy pretending to be someone I’m not to actually have a dream. What I really should have said to you earlier is that I’m a liar, and the person I lie to most is me. I see someone like you and it makes me ashamed to be alive.”
Mark couldn’t take his eyes from Ash. Maybe the man was a flame of truth, or a rattlesnake. Both were mesmerizing. “What do you lie about?”
“Almost everything. Why don’t you tell me?”
“You’re gay.”
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Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 29. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!


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1 comment:

Tara Lain said...

Thank you so much, dear, for reading Sinders and Ash. I'm so glad you enjoyed it! *hugs* : )