#RomanceReviews 7 is some more #ChristmasSmut , Eat My Moon Dust by Etta Pierce. I'm going to keep reading these things until I get sick of 'em or it's 2024.
I'm hoping this will be a good palate cleanser. We have aliens, we have my favorite trope (grumpy & sunshine), and we have Christmas.. FFS, what else could one ask for!
I think this is going to be straight-ish with some creative anatomy nonsense. Here for it.
"Bree, the human transpo mechanic, ran the public media feed for the colony, giving the rest of the union a taste of human life while simultaneously smiting trolls with maniacal New Yorker glee." YES GOOD I love the concept of New Yorkers released on an unsuspecting universe
She blinked innocently, lowering her voice just a tad. “Sorry. Hard of hearing after losing my eyes.”
“wha-“
“Come on, sir!” Bree jumped on the moment of confusion and pushed the ambassador towards the row of lockers.”
“The implications of being absolutely willing and ready to fuck a bouncy ball of absolute annoyance like Tinsley was more than my brittle personality could handle just then.”
Eat My Moon Dust was the #ChristmasSmut I needed. We had found family, we had romance, we had hunky single dads (Hallmark, natch), and what Christmas romance would be complete without alien tentacle sex. Obviously.
I liked both of the main characters, which is no surprise because I. Love. Sunshine/grumpy. Grumpy quote of the book: "no one would ever measure up to my little cyclone of chaos and rainbows." D'aww.
Do recommend for those interested in consensual alien relationships and not averse to steamy creative anatomy scenes. I would read more by this author.
The author has content warnings here: https://www.ettapierceromance.com/content-notes and I would add that puberty is also a minor theme, there is an incident where a tween crosses touch boundaries with another tween but it is resolved, and somnophilia.