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Release Day Review: Phonebook by Amy Lane

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Release Day Review: Phonebook by Amy Lane

Book Info

Book Series
Ryan and Scott #3
About the Author
Amy Lane dodges an EDJ, mothers four children, and writes the occasional book. She, her brood, and her beloved mate, Mack, live in a crumbling mortgage in Citrus Heights, California, which is riddled with spiders, cats, and more than its share of fancy and weirdness. Feel free to visit her at, where she will ride the buzz of receiving your e-mail until her head swells and she can no longer leave the house.
Publication Date
March 09, 2016
The book is free on the Dreamspinner Press website
GOD, RYAN hated business trips, he really did.

He used to like them—used to love them in fact. He’d felt so damned grown-up—business airfare, business class, business credit card—hey, let’s get the hell out of our hometown on the boss’s dime, won’t that be awesome?

But it wasn’t any fun anymore—not when he had to leave Scotty at home.

Of course, Ryan’s law firm didn’t pay for wives to come on business trips, much less live-in gay lovers, so Ryan was pretty much shit out of luck. He had to admit that the joy of the business trip had seriously palled over the last two years, ever since he’d brought Scott Davidovitch home after a party and fallen head-over-heels for the love of his life.

Who was currently pissed as hell with Ryan, but that didn’t mean Ryan was hanging up anyway.

“Jesus, Ryan, it’s your fucking birthday tomorrow. You had to sign on for this business trip? I mean….” Scotty’s voice lowered to a sulk. “You’re turning thirty. Doesn’t that just blow your mind? Don’t you want a cake or a keg or a sex toy party or something?” Scotty was twenty-four. According to him, Ryan was ancient and venerable. Brat.

Ryan could picture his boyfriend, lying on their bed on his stomach, holding the phone to his ear. His beach-boy cut bangs would be wisping in his gray eyes and his legs—probably wrapped in skinny jeans—would be crossed at the ankles and waving over his ass like a ’50s schoolgirl getting ready to go to a sock hop. He’d be wearing pale yellow or blue, because he knew those colors looked stunning, and even, Ryan often thought, because they looked good with the décor in their bedroom. Scotty was wonderful, but wonderful didn’t mean “not vain.”

Abruptly Ryan wanted to be stuffing his sock up Scotty’s hop, without any intervening miles between him and their Sacramento home.

“What I want, Scotty,” Ryan said miserably, looking at his suitcase, “is for this deposition to be over so I can come home. I want to watch a movie, eat some pizza, and sleep with you. I want to not give a fuck about making partner before I’m thirty—’cause it ain’t gonna happen, obviously—and I want to just be fucking home.”

On the other end of the line, Scott gave a sigh, and Ryan pictured him rolling over onto his back. “Are you saying you didn’t sign on for this trip?”

Ryan sighed. “It’s complicated,” he muttered. And it was. He’d started out signing up for them. He’d been the business trip king before he’d met Scotty. It was a good way to get noticed, he’d thought. He had a niche. He was indispensable, and his bosses would know it. And for the most part it had worked: he’d been an up-and-comer, and his position with the company had been golden.

And then the economy had stalled, and then hiring had stalled, and then people had started running around like headless chickens squawking, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck my job!” Ryan had simply held fast to his niche, anxious that he and Scotty not suffer, not have to trade their really good apartment in for a crappy one, that Scotty, who had finally chosen a direction in which to take school, wouldn’t have to quit school to work at Starbucks full time. Ryan was a good lawyer. He did a good job. He would keep his niche and he and Scotty could keep their lives; all he had to do was fly away two, three times a month and….

God, it sucked.
Stuck away from home on business, all Ryan can do is talk with his lover, Scott, on the phone. But the conservative Ryan finds no comfort in phone sex—he's far too embarrassed. Fortunately, his playful lover has not only planned ahead, but he can think on his back as well. It turns out that the heart really is where good sex starts!

Editor reviews

1 reviews

Falls Short
Movie Potential – ★☆☆☆☆
Ease of reading – much easier to read than book 1.
Would I read it again – No. Not enticing enough.


WARNING: This is book 2 in a series. I say this, because the publisher page and the page/information I was given, when deciding whether to review
this or not, didn't tell me that. Book 1 is only available in the anthology: Curious? A Woman's Introduction to Gay Romance.


I came to this immediately after reading (and so not loving) the first book in the Ryan and Scott series. What was lacking in book 1 – a plot, namely, as well as character development – I got here. The characters of Ryan and Scott (the only characters this time around) were much better fleshed out and read like a real couple, rather than two guys who met and suddenly had a solid, permanent relationship after four months together.

The plot was good. It wasn't great, since the story was still mainly about sex, but there was more of a plot here than book 1. There were some good one liners that made me smile, but I wouldn't be outright laughing at them. There were some sweet moments, but again, not the kind of heart-warming stuff that you'd normally expect.

Generally, it was luke warm. If all three books had been a novel in chronological order, with more attention to detail and character development, these two characters could have given us a really great story. Unfortunately, their story has been chopped into short, hot snippets that leave no real room for tenderness or “love” in anything but the remotest form. The stories are sex, with a hint of plot thrown in for good measure, but never really reaching that evened out stage.


Overall, it was a good short story. Not something I'd come back to, nothing something that is going to stay with me, but decent. I might even read the third story, which I wasn't going to do after reading book 1. If you want a short set of books to read, with very light kink and a lot of sex, then this series will be right up your alley.

However – and this is a HUGE however – I feel cheated. The story ends at 69%. After that, we have 11 pages of adverts (cover and blurb) for another
5 Amy Lane books AND 4 pages of Amy Lane books in list form. This really ticks me off, because I was anticipating at least another 1-2 chapters of story, when I turned that last page. I wondered what it could be, since the story itself seemed tied up nicely. Then, WHAM!, it's over and there's another 30% of the book left.

If I'd bought this book, instead of being given an ARC to review, I would be very unhappy.

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