Review – Last Call by Felice Stevens and Christina Lee 

 5 out of 5 stars

 I can’t even tell you how excited I was when I saw this book being released. Christina and Felice are two of my absolute favorite authors. Them coming together to give us not 2 but 3 men, I was ecstatic. I knew I was in for a sweet and sexy journey. They absolutely nailed it. You won’t want to part with your kindle until you read the last word, and even then you’ll crave more. These 3 were sinfully delicious but also vulnerable which made you love them even more. I hope these two get together to collaborate again in the future. 
All 3 men had grown up in less than ideal circumstances. It helps you relate to their characters more when you read the hardships they faced growing up. Emery, who lost his mother as a teenager, lived his life on the road with the circus. When the circus shut down a few years ago, he drifting from town to town in search of work and slept in his car. He gets more than he bargained for when he steps into Last Call hustling money with his a wrestling. He winds up with no way to escape and nowhere to go. 
Quinn and Gray have been best friends since they were kids. They both are hiding feelings for each other that they both refuse to confess for  fear of ruining their friendship if the other doesn’t feel the same. Quinn is the kind caring soul while Gray is the more silent and brooding type. Quinn can’t help but offer to help Emery while Gray is resistant and untrusting. When Quinn can no longer hide his attraction to Emery, Gray can’t bear to watch.
 Emery brings them all together, but will the existing feelings between Quinn and Gray overpower the relationship between the 3 of them, or will they make it work? Get ready for a journey of finding love, acceptance, and exploration. It will truly warm you heart and ignite flames of passion. 




RELEASE DATE: 11.29.17



Quinn Monahan and Grayson Page have been friends since high school. Despite their differences, they’ve been there for each other through thick and thin. Opening Last Call together, a bar tucked away in the small town of Heartsville, PA seemed a natural progression—even if it makes it harder to live with the secret longing they’ve always had for each other.

Hoping to score an easy buck and a place to sleep, unemployed circus roadie Emery Woods chooses Last Call to run a few bets and enjoy a decent beer before moving on. When he finds himself stranded, the unexpected kindness Quinn and Gray show him leads to temporary work and a couch to lay his head. Sensing unresolved history between Quinn and Gray, he squashes his immediate draw to the men, opting to avoid trouble. But as days turn into weeks, denying the attraction is easier said than done.

When the men finally give in to the simmering sexual tension, it quickly develops into more than a way to pass the lonely nights. And as they begin to lean on each other for emotional support, it becomes nearly impossible to think of one man without the other two. But while Quinn and Gray are afraid to cross the line of friendship between them, Emery fears once they do, he’ll quickly be cast aside. A real family is finally within their grasp, but unless the men can learn to trust each other, they just might miss their hearts’ last call home.





Holy fucking hell. That had been one of the best orgasms of my life.

As the fog in my brain began to clear, Quinn stood up and hesitantly swiped at his mouth as if unsure of himself all over again. The fact that he’d just sucked me off didn’t seem lost on him. But Christ, it had been incredible, like a damned gift.

Something sharp pierced inside my chest, and I did the only thing that came to mind. I gripped his face and fused our mouths together. He whimpered, his fingers clutching at my waist and he sank against me as if in relief.

My tongue flicked out to brush briefly against his before pushing past his lips and finally—finally—tasting all of him. I sucked on his tongue and lips, jaw and throat, as his hands skimmed over my back, his nails digging into my hips, leaving scarcely a sliver of space between us.

“Gray,” he moaned against my lips as I entwined our fingers and pulled them behind his back. Our chests slicked together, our groins pressing, our mouths meeting in deep and bruising kisses. The room faded away, the sound blotted, and all I could focus on was devouring my best friend’s mouth.

Mother, wife, reader, dreamer. Christina lives in the Midwest with her husband and son–her two favorite guys. She’s addicted to lip balm, coffee, and kissing. Because everything is better with kissing. 

She writes MM Contemporary as well as Adult and New Adult Romance. She believes in happily-ever-afters for all, so reading and writing romance for everybody under the rainbow helps quench her soul. 






Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. While life is tough, she believes there is a happy ending for everyone. She started reading traditional historical romances as a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn’t until she picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth’s court that her interest in romance novels was renewed.

But somewhere along the way, her reading shifted to stories of men falling in love. Once she picked up her first gay romance, she became so enamored of the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion there was no turning back.

Felice lives in New York City with her husband and two children. Her day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. Although she practices law, she daydreams of a time when she can sit by a beach and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be some angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.






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