Sherry Roit

I thought this would be something like Anne Rice's books about Lestat.
They say: Never judge a book by it's cover. I did, because the cover is the best thing about this book.
I only read the beginning and I felt that the book was all about describing male hotness and not so much more. I got bored and the language was all: Shit, shit, hottest guy ever, shit shit shit.
Not my cup of tea.