“Review courtesy of Dark Faerie Tales.
Quick & Dirty: Being wild and carefree is who Alix has always been so it’s no surprise when she uses a magical computer program to bring her own sexual fantasy to life.
Opening Sentence: When Alix Gordon returned from a tromp in the woods with her dog, Lindy, she spied a sparkling little something on her porch- a piece of jewelry.
Well, I can honestly say I have never read a book like Mr. Real. This is my very first adult smut and it was quite an exciting read. The main character, Alix, is a super fun but slightly out of sorts young woman who struggles with taking responsibility for her own actions. She is also very impulsive, so when she discovers that her laptop has become a magical device that will deliver any object she saves a picture of to her desktop, she immediately orders basic things like clothes and accessories without thinking twice. It doesn’t take long for things to take a different turn when’s he decides to order TVs sexiest man, Sir Kendall, the Denali commercial guy.
In the commercials Sir Kendall is a super hot spy man who always gets the girl and drinks Denali. So when Alix saves a still frame of him to her laptop, she thinks all she’s about to receive is a sexy man who has nearly constant sex with women. When he arrives, however, his super spy mentality is still in place and he believes Alix is actually also a spy who is working for his greatest enemy. Alix has no clue about this at first so the two have sex a lot. Like a lot, a lot.
Now getting away from the smut for a moment, we get to a rather dominating part of the plot where we learn the Sir Kendall is in fact played by Alix’s former martial arts teacher who she calls Hardass Paul because of his very strict, very focused mentality. The Sir Kendall commercials are only meant to be played in Australia so Paul would never in a million years would think that a random but extremely attractive girl he kicked out of his class in America for being a distraction to him would see this commercial. It turns out that when Alix ordered Sir Kendall, the bizarre magic that calls him to her house, also calls Paul since they are in fact one in the same man. Another kicker is the fact that Sir Kendall was in fact a persona that Paul created when he was being tortured by his older brothers when they were growing up. Needless to say, Sir Kendall is not someone Paul wants to see on top of a girl he once liked but hasn’t seen in four years.
As if all of this is not quite crazy enough, it turns out that Mr. Hyko, Kendall’s supposed nemesis from the commercials, is also pulled from their dimension to Alix’s house. Hyko is a crazed lunatic. Who regularly kills people and destroys whole cities.
So here we have a horny, irresponsible woman, two men who hate each other with undeniable passion but also feel quite protective of one another, and a psychotic man with a serious vendetta and anger issues. Toss in all those sex scenes and Mr. Real is a real fun read.
Sir Kendall jerked sideways, wrapped his fingers around the butt of the gun, and extracted it, pressing it to the man’s neck. The man stiffened, stilled. “Loosen,” Sir Kendall grated out. “Slowly.” “Don’t shoot him,” Alix said. “Just- everyone be calm.” Lindy barked, racing back and forth between the couch and the fireplace. The man loosened. Contemplating moves. He was good. But Sir Kendall had the gun. “I’ll do it,” Sir Kendall said. “You’re the intruder.” He pushed the gun harder into his cheek.” Slowly the man relaxed his choke. Sir Kendall unhooked his legs, and, still on his back, planted a foot in the man’s gut, handily shoving him away. The man rolled and righted, lithe as a cat, and stared, horror shining in his eyes. Sir Kendall got to his feet, struggling to keep his expression neutral; the similarities between the two of them were shocking. Face, build, fighting moves, stance-good lord, even the hands. A chill spread over him. This was no random look-a-like, it was not plastic surgery, and he certainly didn’t have a twin. Hyko had cloned him. Stranger still, the clone seemed just as stunned, gaping at him. “No way,” The man said, as though he imagined uttering those words would banish Sir Kendall. “No way.” “Crap,” Alix said breathing hard. Clearly shew as surprised, too. The clone turned his fiery gaze on her. “You-” He took a step toward her. “Are you okay?” “Oh no you don’t.” Sir Kendall jerked the gun at him. The clone turned to him, eyes wild. “no way,” he said again. There was something about the man. He had to be a clone-there was no other explanation, yet there was something about him. Again that sense of a dream he couldn’t quite recall. Of vulnerabilities. “It’s okay. I’m okay,” Alix said to the clone.
FTC Advisory: Carolyn Crane provided me with a copy of Mr. Real. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review.”