I wanted to like this book. I really did. Unfortunately, I didn’t. The writing was fine, the characters were likable, but I didn’t like what I was reading. Part of this is due to the fact that it is a measly 86 pages, which I did not know when I requested it from Netgalley. Word/page count should be listed somewhere. It really really should. Another statistic that should be listed: percentage of the book that is just sex.
Evan is a wedding planner, who has spent the last 12 years building his business. Unfortunately, that could all go up in smoke thanks to a couple of dramatic femmes whose wedding he was contracted to plan. The only good thing to come out of the whole experience was meeting Richard, brother to one of the grooms. Richard is hot and Evan loves to look at him.
Richard, however, isn’t into effeminate men like Evan. Except, Evan is hot too and Richard can’t explain the attraction. It is just there. One night of hot sex changes things and he finds that maybe one particular femme was all he needed in his life.
Like I mentioned above, I did like these characters and Ms. Aicher’s writing style is engaging. The problem is that out of 10 chapters more than half of them are about a sexual encounter. That’s ridiculous. This isn’t labeled Erotica, so I expected more.
What really disappointed me was that this had the opportunity to be more. I would have loved to see the relationship prior to the wedding. According to the description, Evan began planning the wedding four weeks prior to the start of the book. We’re told that Richard played a role in the planning stages. There was no reason why we couldn’t have seen their earlier interactions. Anything that happened during those 86 pages would have meant a lot more had I been privy to those weeks.
In the end, I couldn’t bring myself to finish this. Romance is more than sex and shouldn’t be presented as such because when it is, we’re inching closer and closer to the porn label that has been placed on romance novels for decades. It is the reason so many people refuse to pick up a romance novel. “I know it when I see it,” is what the Supreme Court said about porn and now I know what that means. Champagne Kisses is porn. It is not a romance and it never will be.