J.S. Fields

Author & Scientist

Review – Threadbare by Elle E. Ire

Genre: science fiction: dystopian

Pairings: f/f

Queer Representation: cis lesbian, cis bisexual

Warnings: on-page, plot irrelevant rape scene

 

Review

Vick is more machine than woman, due to a fatal evening with some coworkers and having inadvertently signed her body away to the military upon her death. Kelly is an empath assigned to work with Vick to help channel emotions she can no longer control.  Vick has a lot of missing memories, Kelly has a lot of questions, and the military has a lot of operations that require a super soldier. Unfortunately those suppressed memories of Vick’s keep turning up and leading to rage, which compromises both the missions and Vick’s usefulness.

The military wants Vick alive but emotionless. Kelly wants Vick naked and in control of her life. The Fighting Storm organization is crumbling from the inside and it is up to Vick and Kelly to figure out who is out to get them, before Vick destabilizes and takes Kelly down with her.

So.

This book.

Premise: fun-super soldier with suppressed trauma needs an empath handler. It’s a natural romance opportunity. The first chapter has solid tension and a seemingly decent plot. Vick is pretty easy to like, and Kelly fleshes out the more you read. Nice start.

Everything unwinds around chapter three. Nonlinear timelines between chapters don’t help, and neither does the flimsy plot, which does not stand up to even a gentle prodding. Fighting Storm is a pseudo-military organization that helps people with their (violent) problems and maybe also is a government entity. The plot tries to establish and then gets repeatedly back-burnered by the romance arc, which starts and stops more often than my car. On the plus side, there’s some psychic sex scenes, which aren’t too bad:

 

Oh holy hell.

I was the reason she hadn’t satisfied her sexual needs, the reason she was so overwhelmed she was practically ready to explode and had to hold herself in check.

If she’d touched herself, I would have felt it. I would have known exactly who and when and how. Yeah, that would have been awkward for both of us.

 

Kelly gains three dimensionality as Vick looses hers–a function of the choices Vick makes, yes, but not helpful for the narrative. And at the end we get treated to an on-page rape scene which serves no narrative purpose except tittilation, then a plot/romance conclusion that is not at all satisfying (first part below so you can get the flavor of it):

I clench my jaw as he slips the carving knife under my collar and rips downward, slicing through both my envirosuit and the uniform beneath, all the way to my waist. Another flick severs my bra between my breasts, and the material falls away, baring me to his insane leer. My nipples harden to a painful state as the chill hits them. A glance down his body tells me they aren’t the only the only things that have hardened.

This is the first in a trilogy, but I won’t be reading the others. The book had a lot of promise and a very nice set up for a romance, but the plot was far too flimsy and on-page rape scenes are a big no for me. There were some solid sci-fi elements, but not enough to drive the narrative. I felt like the book tried to walk a 50/50 split between romance and sci fi, and failed to meet the trope expectations of either.

You can have telepathic sex with a hot android lady by buying the book here.

Review: A Little Light Mischief by Cat Sebastian

Genre: romance: historical

Pairings: f/f

Queer Representation: cis lesbian, cis bisexual

Warnings: none

Review

Alice had her eye on that lady’s maid.

Yes. Yes she did. For like the whole book, which I read in about and hour and thoroughly enjoyed. I was not expecting this to be as good as it was. Wow.

The cover is a little…well it reminds me of the kind of romance novels my grandmother used to read. I almost didn’t buy the book because of it. But then I remembered how much I loved THE LADY’S GUIDE TO CELESTIAL MECHANICS, also an Avon Impulse book, and thought I would give this a try.

Not. Disappointed. This tiny novella packs a punch.

Alice Stapleton is a confirmed spinster, thanks to A) Mr. Tenpenny, the gentleman who accosted her virtue and then said she came on to him (oh the nerve!), B) her asshole father who kicked her out of the house for smearing the family name, and C) Mrs. Wraxhall, and older spinster who has brought Alice to live with her, provides everything she needs, and really would like Alice to have a better time (but isn’t going to push it).

Alice likes embroidery, so she spends her free time…embroidering.

Molly Wilkins is a lady’s maid who used to be a pretty decent thief and maybe still is, for the right mark. She works for Mrs. Wraxhall and is trying to stay straight (HAHAHAHAHAH ahem) but you know, Stapleton just looks so nice and pretty and is so damn proper and irritating and maybe if Molly just set her right on a few things…

Anyway.

Molly likes the ladies and embraces it. Alice likes the ladies and can’t admit it. Mrs. Wraxhall pretends to be oblivious to everything (hilarity). But Molly dragging Alice from her shell digs up more backstory than either were planning, and the two have to help each other to forgive, forget, and even embrace parts of their pasts.

This book is adorable. And short. It has no wasted words or pages, gets right to the flirting and sass, and has decent sex scenes. Molly is every part the seductress scamp with a heart of gold and Alice, though initially irritating, proves to be a really engaging lead by the end. Her father gets a sound smacking, as does Mr. Tenpenny (I’d love to smack the guy myself), true love blooms, and Mrs. Wraxhall is hilarious in her silent aiding and abetting.

Another solid lesbian romance installment from Avon Impulse. You can get your own sassy lady’s maid by buying the book here.

 

Review: Nottingham. The True Story of Robyn Hood by Anna Burke

Genre: fantasy: fairy tale

Pairings: f/f, trans/f

Queer Representation: cis lesbian, cis bisexual, trans man

Warnings: none

Review

After her brother is killed for poaching in the king’s forest, Robyn takes up the role as family provider. She too is caught, and in her haste to escape must kill a man. Not wanting to bring down her whole family, she runs away to Sherwood Forest, where she meets Little John and slowly (sometimes painfully slowly) builds up a band of ‘merry men’ outlaws who, eventually, decided to take out the Sheriff of Nottingham, steal from the rich, give to the poor, etc. You know how this goes.

It’s Robin Hood, but literally every named character is queer. Most are lesbians, except for Little John, who is a trans man. The rep is great, and the ratio of men to women in this retelling is much better than most I’ve read. A+ for that, especially for how Little John was handled. I rarely see such well executed trans men in lesbian fiction.

“God’s nails,” she said, taking a step back. “You’re a woman, too.”

“No,” John said. “I’m not. Call me John. That’s who I am. Forget it, as others have before you, and I’ll leave you to fend for yourself.”

“But you…” she trailed off.

“Look like an ox?”

Robyn hadn’t been thinking of those words exactly, but the description fit. “As strong as one anyway,” she ventured.

“That’s what my late husband called me. Joan the Ox.”

“I…I’m sorry?”

“Don’t be. I got the last word.”

Robyn wondered exactly what had happened to Joan’s husband. John, she corrected herself. He’d said that was who he was, and it was no business of hers to decide otherwise.

Perfection.

Unfortunately, there isn’t much else of note in the book. NOTTINGHAM leans too heavily on Robin Hood lore, so much so that it cannot stand on its own. It takes the stock characters and gives them backstory, yes, and gender swaps, and fun adventures, but everything still feels two-dimensional. There are too many characters and side quests, which leaves the narrative long-winded and wandering. The romance between Robyn and Marian is all but lost in the story, and Robyn herself is a frustrating lead who does not drive the plot past the first few chapters. Instead, her merry (wo)men push and pull her along, or the narrative itself does, giving every chapter a slow as molasses feel.

The side characters, in many ways, are more three-dimensional than either Marian or Robyn, even though they have far fewer lines and scenes. John is amazing, and by far the breakout character of the book. Will(a) is perfect and saucy and brazen and a damn delight. Even Gwyneth is engaging, once the narrative gets going enough to let her character breathe.

Robin Hood buffs may find this book just what the sheriff ordered, but those looking for a tight, moving plot and a romance line that carries throughout will be disappointed. From reading the front and backmatter, NOTTINGHAM appears to be Burke’s first every book written (not published) and thus, the wandering and thickness make sense. Still, noting the skill the author now possesses (dear god, I will never recover from THORN), it would have been worth killing a few darlings to bring this book up to a similar quality.

Sneak into Sherwood Forest and see if Little John will let you join Robyn by buying the book here.

Review: The Care and Feeding of Waspish Widows by Olivia Waite

Genre: romance: historical

Pairings: f/f

Queer Representation: cis lesbian, cis bisexual

Warnings: none

Review

Owner of a printing business and mother of a political activist son, Agatha Griffin is going about her day, minding her own business, when she finds a colony of bees in her warehouse. This cannot stand, so she calls in a beekeeper.

Penelope Flood is a beekeeper. She is also married to a gay man with his own lover. Penelope is entirely dedicated to her bee hives, which reside on land formerly owned by a rich lady who has recently died. The land has been given to others but Penelope inherits the bees, and she is determined to keep them alive. Various other parts of the estate have been given to warring factions and there’s some drama around valuables and inheritance and lewd statues.

Things progress, as they do in romance. Penelope helps Agatha with her bee problem. Both are consumed with interest in the other but don’t feel comfortable talking about it. There is endless internal monologue interspersed with plot (the Queen is coming! Rich people are doing shenanigans! There’s some nude statues that keep popping up in weird places and Penelope’s husband randomly enters the scene and is delightfully hilarious. There’s one reasonable sex scene that takes forever to get to, and several hundred pages of pining. There’s a walnut dildo, but we’ll get to that in a bit.

If you’re into standard lesbian fare movies, where both women feel the urge for the love that dare not speak its name (even though literally everyone around them is totally cool), long, measured eye glances, and basically this plot, then this book is your jam. The bees and estate management and nude statues are entertaining, but the romance aspect just meanders and takes far too long to get anywhere. The characters aren’t nearly as engaging as the ones in THE LADY’S GUIDE TO CELESTIAL MECHANICS, and seem to be bashed around by the plot instead of interacting with it. Both are reasonably strong women, but I never really connected with either of them. What I did connect with was the cover, which has two women clearly just checking out each other’s cleavage. Hilarious. Fantastic. On-brand.

It’s the same time period and world as CELESTIAL MECHANICS (early 1800s), so readers looking for a tie-in will be pleased (this is the printer that prints the guide from book one):

“Not as full as I like to keep it, to be honest. We’ve got ten or so more pages in the new edition of Celestial Mechanics and then we’re clear,” Downes replied. “I’d planned on getting started on some of the next issue’s embroidery plates, but there’s room if you want to add something.”

Waite plays around with language in the book, which is entertaining and something to look forward to it you’re skimming to get away from the deluge of internal monologue:

Agatha shivered, as if the sun had ducked behind a cloud. You’re wearing her husband’s clothes, Agatha reminded herself, and felt extremely queer about it.

As well as some stellar one liners:

It was an entirely frustrating thing to attempt to supervise two young people resentful of your intrusive presence, while trying not to make obvious calf’s-eyes at the woman who’d fucked you senseless the night before.

Aside from the pacing, my main gripe in the book is the walnut dildo the two women use towards the end of the book:

“Anything?” Agatha breathed. But she was still surprised when Penelope pulled a small box from her bedside table and opened it up to reveal…well, a respectably sized dildo made from sleek walnut.

To which I say ABSOLUTELY NOT! Well oiled or not, we do not need to be sticking problematic and semi-toxic woods up our vaginas. Heat, pressure, and moisture pull extractives out of wood like you would not believe and THOSE THINGS DON’T GO IN VAGINAS! Yes yes, it’s a period piece but I beg you to ask why not maple!? Beech? Poplar? WHY WALNUT!?!?

Ahem.

If you’re a lover of a traditional romance and don’t mind a lot of ‘is she thinking this, what will people think, what do I think’ back and forth, and/or really like bees, this is your book. It’s not a strong follow up to CELESTIAL MECHANICS but it’s still worth your time. You can invest in your own beehive and try to snag a cross-dressing beekeeper by buying the book here.

Review: The Lady’s Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite

Genre: romance: historical

Pairings: f/f

Queer Representation: cis lesbian, cis bisexual

Warnings: none

Review

Lucy is the daughter of a renowned astronomer who has recently passed. He’d been secretly senile for a while, with Lucy doing most if not all of his calculations. The two had been in communication with numerous astronomers and others in high society and hence, when Catherine St. Day finds herself in need of a translator for an astronomic text (her late husband’s final work that he never completed, and maddeningly, in French), she writes to Lucy’s father.

Alas, Lucy’s father has recently passed, and her brother isn’t quite sure what to do with his potential spinster of a sister, who cares more for her telescope than men. Lucy decides to take fate by the stars and travels to meet Catherine, and proposes that she, Lucy, do the translation.

It’s a romance, so that’s basically the plot. Catherine eventually agrees, and Lucy begins an arduous French translation that brings her afoul of the local gentleman’s astronomy society, but also closer to Catherine. There are scientific shenanigans, men being jerks and men being awesome and men getting their just desserts, and some hot sex scenes (helloooo light role play!).

The characters are three dimensional and have believable and well-fleshed backstories. Lucky’s ex-lover is more comical than irritating, and Catherine’s memories of her dead husband are delightfully bittersweet. There’s a fun twist at the end, and enough of a plot that even non-romance readers (ahem) will be swept up in the narrative. It also has a great cover. 12/10 will keep on my shelf instead of giving away. Hell, I loved this book enough I bought my girlfriend her own copy because I didn’t want to share mine. It’s got fancy dresses and smart scientists and wealthy older women and more than one sex scene. Damned near perfection.

Skip town on your jerk of a brother and find yourself a hot, wealthy widow by buying the book here. 

 

Also, this is a fun little passage I thought I’d share, as Catherine thinks back on her dead husband, marriage, and almost getting remarried to another man:

She’d believed she could bear a widow’s loneliness more peacefully than the misery of a bad marriage. But that was like choosing whether hemlock or belladonna was the better poison. In the end, they both sapped the life from you.

With thoughts like that, Catherine, you definitely needed to try the ladies.

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