I have never been more grossed out by descriptions of sex and yet less able to look away. If Lisa Valdez is not the pen name of a cis het man, I hope she has had therapy since 2005, because the misogyny in this goes deeper than Mark’s [redacted]. I never want to read the words boiling, gaping, torrent, moisture or roiling in relation to sex again and suggest some basic human anatomy lessons as a sidecar to this book given the current state of sex education.

On the other hand I have never laughed harder at dirty talk, so there’s that.

The female characters in this book were completely one dimensional and the men were gross. This is not a book you read for the romance, which oddly happens in the last half. The first fifty percent is absolutely bananas, squelchy, bad-idea sex, and it was really fun to read.