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Sixty Five Hours

TITLE: Sixty Five Hours (and The Twelve Days of Christmas)

AUTHOR: N.R. Walker
PUBLISHER: Self-published on Author’s Website
YEAR: November 2012
LENGTH: 174 pages
GENRE: M/M contemporary romance
HEAT LEVEL: Adult only, erotic
RATING: 5 out of 5


Simply an amazing story! I must have had my head under a rock for the past couple of years, because I only just read this story for the first time. It came to my attention when it’s sequel, The Twelve Days of Christmas, was offered as a free read for the holidays.

Twelve Days of Christmas Sixty Five Hours Outtake

Both of these books are free at the time of this review on All Romance Ebooks. I strongly recommend downloading them. Sixty Five Hours is funny, sexy, with two of the warmest, sweetest heroes you’ll ever meet. It takes place in the high-pressure world of a Chicago advertising agency. With one of our heroes an out and proud gay man, and the other deeply closeted, you might think you were in for a great deal of angst. Not so. This little gem deals with issues like coming out, societal intolerance, and even HIV, with a tender touch that always maintains its sense of humor.

The chapter headings are hilarious, the sex steaming hot, and the interaction between the heroes is just perfect. The secondary characters are gems in their own rights. It’s told in first person, from Lucas’ POV, and I just loved his honesty and confidence. Even his clueless moments manage to be charming. He and Cameron really were made for each other.

I read these two books backwards. That is, I read the holiday story during the Christmas break, thought it was sweet and delightful, but didn’t get around to reading the first book until this week. As much as I enjoyed Twelve Days, I absolutely adore Sixty Five Hours. If you’re suffering a bit of post-holiday blues or stress, do yourself a favor and download these books. Together, they’re 57,775 words. Sixty Five Hours gives you the HFN, and Twelve Days gives you the HEA.

One final tip: you might want a tissue handy at the end of Twelve Days. But it’s a happy cry, not a sad one.