*Long sigh* Where to start?
Vancouver Nights is the third in a series of Charlie Heggensford Adventures. The first two are Fluffers, Inc and A Carnal Cruise. It follows Charlie the fluffer (if you don't know what that is, look it up) through a pet-napping caper in, you guessed it, Vancouver.
My motto is to judge a book for what it is. Vancouver Nights isn't literary erotica, so I won't hold it to that standard. It's more like reading a novelization of a porn flick made by one of those directors from the 1970s who actually tried to do a story. I know that it's fashionable to sneer at wank fiction, but a talented porn writer can get the reader hot and ready in a couple sentences, and I respect that ability. There's nothing wrong with a mindless, fun sex romp. Unfortunately, judged on the merits of porn, Vancouver Nights doesn’t quite make the grade either.
The dialog in the sex scenes is lifted right out of a porn flick. Most of the characters are porn actors, so maybe that would be okay in one scene, but since the thin plot is only there to string together many sex scenes, it gets old fast. The sex is repetitious and skimmable. If you're using it to jerk off, that might not matter to you, but since I was trying to read it as a novel, it mattered a lot. Besides, I know several sex workers, and the last thing they do in real life is walk around spouting porn dialog.
My biggest gripe with this book was the Chinese women who talked like Charlie Chan. Ugh. I'm surprised that the publisher let that go. Water sports and fisting I have no problem with but the racial stereotyping was offensive.
So how do I rate this? As literary erotica it would get a thumbs down review. As wank fiction, I'll give it a marginal sideways rating.