Book Review – Tamarillo Tart by Jay Hogan

A huge thanks to Jay and Eliza Rae for the opportunity to read and review!

Review

When I pick up a Jay Hogan book I always know I’m in for at least one very late night as I won’t be able to put it down. This story was no exception. The hurt/comfort in this story made me happy.

I always get a kick reading a story set in New Zealand, and this one had the added bonus of loads of LOTR references. The banter is fabulous, and I loved Stef and Cass as individuals and a couple. Stef is a wonderful mix of sass yet vunerable, and very capable, while Cass is working through his own demons, and trying to resist Stef. Good luck with that. Yet these opposites fill the missing piece in each other, and are stronger together.

The supporting cast is great, and I enjoyed seeing Tanner and Ethan again. I really liked Tomas too and I hope he gets his own HEA at some point. I liked Stef and Benny’s sibling relationship too. It felt very real.

The horses were also characters in their own right, especially Arwen.

The descriptions of the settings are wonderfully detailed, and very evocative of the mood of the story. I felt as though I was there. The action scenes were edge of seat, and I blame them for another very late night. I was seriously worried, although I liked the accuracy of the injury and that it wasn’t a quick recovery, but realistic. And as for that scene in the hay. Wow. Hot as.

I loved the epilogue. It’s sweet, feel good, and perfect for these guys. Another winner for this author.

5 out of 5 stars.

Title: Tamarillo Tart

Series: Southern Lights, Book 2

Author: Jay Hogan

Genre: MM Romance

Amazon Universal: https://readerlinks.com/l/1163675

Synopsis:

CASSIDY MARTIN is a country boy through and through. He loves his horses, his Lord of the Rings tourist business, and his isolated paradise at the foot of New Zealand’s Southern Alps. Not that everyone appreciates the seclusion he craves. Take his ex-wife for example.

The sexy-as-hell guy on his latest tour might be whip-smart and push all of Cass’s buttons, but he’s about as country as a pair of Louboutins, and Cass has been there and done that. Broken heart with the T-shirt.

STEFAN HAMILTON doesn’t do ‘outdoorsy’, he’s a city boy, born and bred. The closest Stef gets to the country is ‘Cowboy Night’ at his favourite Auckland gay bar even if the music makes Stef want to rip his hair out by the roots.

But Stef is also a hardcore Lord of the Rings fanboy. So, when he gets the chance to go on a horse trek to the iconic film locations in the Southern Alps, he sucks up his fear of the gigantic animals and his allergy to camping for the chance to let his nerd flag fly. But when his mate pulls out at the last minute, Stef is left to negotiate the horses, the wrath of mother nature, and an inconvenient crush on the cowboy leading the tour.

City meets country and the sparks fly.

Excerpt:

Look Stef, Ethan promised the horses are nice—they’re not going to bite you. Cass will set you up on the beginner’s one. It’s only a few hours in the saddle the first day—”

“Oh. My. God. A saddle. I can already feel the chafing.”

“—then an overnight at some historic shepherd’s hut and back down the next day. And just think, you get to see the Lothlorien forest, the Ithilien camp site, Isengard, the Misty Mountains, the filming location for the refugees of Rohan, and loads more. Come on, you must be gagging for that.”

Stef’s raked his eyes over the mouth-watering man standing opposite. He was certainly gagging for something. “Maybe. Not that I’ll be able to enjoy any of it because I’ll have left half the skin of my arse on the fucking saddle.”

The sexy cowboy shook his head in amusement.

“You sure this Cass can be trusted?” Stef eyeballed the man in question, well aware he could hear everything Stef said.

Cass smirked and it looked good, too bloody good. “Standing right here,” he pointed out.

“Oh. My. God. Was that him?” Tanner asked in disbelief. “Please tell me you’re not having this conversation where he can hear you.”

“Every damn word and you still haven’t answered me. I want him to know you’ll sue his fine arse to hell and back if he tries to put me on anything that even remotely looks at me sideways.”

That earned him a rumbling belly laugh from Cass who then spun on his heel, and waved Stef to the passenger seat. “Get in princess, or we’ll be late. I won’t let any harm come to you from the nasty-wasty horses. Nice to know you like my arse, by the way.”

Cass made his way to the driver’s door and got in, leaving Stef’s jaw on the floor…again. What the hell?

Tanner choked back a laugh.

Stef narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice to Tanner. “Is this dude gay? Did you guys fucking set me up? If you think for one minute—”

“We’re not setting you up. And I have no idea if he’s gay or not. What the hell does it matter anyway? Hang on—”

Stefan could hear Ethan chattering in the background before Tanner came back on.

“Ethan says Cass isn’t gay. He was apparently married for a while, to a woman—”

Stef scowled and “Pffft. Like that means anything.”

“Just go on the damn tour for fuck’s sake, will you? Make my boyfriend happy. Make me happy. Have some fucking fun, if it fucking kills you. Fill your fan boy bucket with all things LOTR and then come home. I promise you won’t have to see another damn horse for the rest of your stay.”

“Says the man who promised me he hadn’t set me up and then handed my name to that hypnotist two years ago, in full violation of our specified no-humiliation bro code. I still can’t look at a donut without popping a boner. Completely ruined one of my all-time favourite foods.”

Tanner chuckled. “To be fair I didn’t know that Stephen had given the guy a heads-up about your birthday, when he suggested it. But you gotta admit it was fucking hilarious.”

“It was fucking mortifying.”

The van backed out putting the driver’s window right alongside Stef. Cass rolled the window down wearing his aviators and a shit-eating grin. He proffered his hand through the window. “I’m Cass, by the way. Get in.”

“Stefan or Stef, take your pick.” Stef’s hand was briefly enveloped in the other man’s warm, dry… huge clasp and he couldn’t help but stare down. “Big hands big…”

“Gloves,” Cass answered and released Stef’s hand.

Stef grinned at him. At least the man had a sense of humour.

“So—” Cass studied him with a gentler eye. “—are you gonna trust me and get in, or am I gonna have to break it to Arwen that you stood her up?”

“Arwen?”

“Your horse.”

“Are you kidding me?”

Cass arched a brow. “It’s theme, what can I say?”

Stef cranked his own brows even lower, into his patented this-guy’s-a-fucking-lunatic territory. “You know I should pull out on the basis of that horrifying tourist-trap decision alone, and yet somehow I’m oddly charmed and terrified in equal measure.”

He relayed the information down the phone. “I’m riding a horse called, Arwen, Tanner. Did you fucking hear that? That must qualify as cruelty under the SPCA rules, right?”

Cass bit back a smile. “Is there a problem with the name?”

Stef locked onto those sea green eyes and couldn’t hold back a grin. God, the man was gorgeous. “Nope. But she’ll be the first and only woman I’ll ever ride—” He cocked his head cheekily. “— just saying.”

About Jay:

I am a New Zealand author writing in m/m romance, and romantic suspense. I have traveled extensively and lived in the US, Canada, France, Australia and South Korea. In a past life I have been an Intensive Care Nurse, Counselor, and a Nursing Lecturer.

I’m a cat aficionado especially of Maine Coons, and an avid dog lover (but don’t tell the cat). I love to cook, pretty damn good, love to sing, pretty damn average, and as for loving full-time writing, absolutely… depending of course on the day, the word count, the deadline, how obliging my characters are, the ambient temperature in the Western Sahara, whether Jupiter is rising, the size of the ozone hole over New Zealand and how much coffee I’ve had.

Welcome to my world.

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About Anne Barwell

Anne Barwell lives in Wellington, New Zealand. She shares her home with a cat with “tortitude” who is convinced that the house is run to suit her; this is an ongoing “discussion,” and to date, it appears as though Kaylee may be winning. In 2008, Anne completed her conjoint BA in English Literature and Music/Bachelor of Teaching. She has worked as a music teacher, a primary school teacher, and now works in a library. She is a member of the Upper Hutt Science Fiction Club and plays violin for Hutt Valley Orchestra. She is an avid reader across a wide range of genres and a watcher of far too many TV series and movies, although it can be argued that there is no such thing as “too many.” These, of course, are best enjoyed with a decent cup of tea and further the continuing argument that the concept of “spare time” is really just a myth. She also hosts and reviews for other authors, and writes monthly blog posts for Love Bytes. She is the co-founder of the New Zealand Rainbow Romance writers, and a member of RWNZ. Anne’s books have received honorable mentions five times, reached the finals four times—one of which was for best gay book—and been a runner up in the Rainbow Awards. She has also been nominated twice in the Goodreads M/M Romance Reader’s Choice Awards—once for Best Fantasy and once for Best Historical. Anne can be found at https://annebarwell.wordpress.com
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