Release Date: 08.23.2016
Maxwell Craver pretends his entire life to be someone he’s not. It used to be easier to lie to himself and to everyone who cared for him until Jason Lewis comes along and changes everything. For the first time, Maxwell thinks that maybe he can finally be his true self.
Jason Lewis has always been open about his sexuality. When he hires Maxwell to restore his new car, their connection and heat are instant. By agreeing to help him overcome his fears, Jason vows to fix him, even if it means breaking his own heart.
This was a quick read but I felt every kind of emotions for these characters.
I would have loved a longer story so I could have read some more about Max and Jason's journey.
I've liked Jason since the beginning, his exuberant personality and his honesty make him irresistible.
Max's indecisiveness and fears,on the other hand, make him a not so lovable character but he totally redeemed himself in the end.
I've really enjoyed the physical chemistry between the two of them.
Fix You was the first book written by Gen Ryan that I've read but it won't be the last.
“I’m Jason Lewis.” I held out my hand for him to shake.
“Maxwell Craver.” His strong, calloused grip enveloped my hand. He put a little too much force in the shake, but I liked it rough. Just a little. Pain and pleasure mixed together was quite a sexual experience. The pain of being penetrated at first had been a lot for me, I wouldn’t deny that, but the gentle caress of a strong hand, the cupping of my balls as I felt my release… it was a sensation I had missed. It’d been a while since I’d had sex, and as I watched this man, his sex appeal, it brought back all those wonderful memories.
“Craver, huh? You own this place?” I motioned toward the Craver Automotive sign over the shop.
“Family shop. Dad still owns it,” he mumbled as he walked toward the office and I allowed myself the opportunity to admire the view. He moved the rag he’d used to clean his hands to his back pocket and it was a wonderful sight. A wonderful round, tight sight.
“Are you coming? We can talk about your car.” Maxwell held open the door to the office and I quickly caught up.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. I did this a lot. Admired men from afar. It was no secret I was gay. Just a lack of suitable men who piqued my interest. I didn’t do the flamboyant type. Not that it bothered me at all, I just liked a manly man. A man who liked to get dirty. I smiled to myself. Oh yes, a man who liked to get dirty, like the one standing in front of me.