Title: Angels Sing
Author: Eli Easton
Publisher: Eli Easton
Release Date: December 2, 2019
Genre(s): Christmas, Contemporary M/M Love
Page Count: 136
Reviewed by: Bob-O-Link
Heat Level: 2 flames out of 5
Rating: 3 stars out of 5
Jamie Bailey has not had such a wonderful life. He gave up his dreams of Harvard at 18 to raise his sister’s unwanted baby, and later a prized job to help a sick friend. Now the father of six-year-old Mia, and assistant manager at Raven Books, Jamie’s dreams are dashed once again when Uncle Billy admits what dire straights the bookshop is in.
Stanton Potter, son of the most notorious businesswoman in Bedford Falls, loves his job teaching at the local elementary school. But he’s less than thrilled when he is forced to put together a Christmas pageant with first-graders, including Mia Bailey.
When Stanton meets Jamie, angels sing. Jamie’s gender-bending fashion sense, and sweet aura, have Stanton suffering through the worse crush he’s had since he was a different teen. But can there be any hope for them when Jamie and Mia’s lives are about to be uprooted?
This Christmas, its Jamie’s turn to receive a little help from heaven.
Angels Sing should seem familiar: the location is Bedford Falls, our hero is Jamie Bailey,
the threatening lender is Mrs Potter. Remember, yet? Well, thank you to Eli Easton for
joining a new, fun, gay Christmas romance with strong hints (subtle as a falling safe) of
It’s a Wonderful Life.
The changes are all joyfully appropriate. Our hero, Jamie, certainly is stylishly nouveau (i.e., metro) – first introduced in tight black jeans and pink Doc Marten boots, with a frosted grape-colored parka covering a pink t-shirt with a white unicorn leaping a rainbow. His counterpart, Stanton, considers himself bisexual, though given his dearth of actual experience, it may be more instinctual.
Angels Sing is a good read, and like Christmas cookies, so easy to digest. Jamie admires Stanton’s beard. Yum. He wanted to lick it and feel it between his thighs. As in a TV romance movie, the sex is judiciously parsed out – from an early blow job, to frottage (known, when the movie originated, as a “Princeton Rub” – bless those Ivy league boys) until the full-on romantic climax. Yes. That’s exactly what I mean!
The story includes interesting characters and minor crises. This is a world and a season without villains. For example, Jamie worries about the future for his family. Standing a bridge during a winter night, with “nothing but the sound of water, Jamie’s heart opened and his grief poured out.” So, again, thank you Frank Capra. And if you still have your doubts: “ . . .I’m a lucky guy. That I’ve been blessed,” Jamie said. “It’s a wonderful life,”
An after-thought: Sorry. I know you believed we were through, but, as with many holiday meals, there may be a bone left to pick. Here is mine. Why – even in a basic and charming book, does one character – truly in love, ask another to “Fuck me.”? What happened to romance? To “Please, make love to me.”?
Is author afraid the book will end up in the section for adolescents? Worried that the reader will miss the subtlety? If the literate public can mature, shouldn’t the writers also give us a little adult respect?
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