\"The coke habit had started to keep him awake through college. Tory had succumbed because hed been weak and sad, and the other drugs had given him solace and dreams, but John was smarter than that. Hed been able to just use it, just use it, just use it
. Until suddenly he owed his dealer so much money hed rather sell out his best friend than go without his next hit.\"
Amy Lane has told me, more than a few times, that I love her most broken boys the best. She's probably right. The more damaged they are, the more my heart gets involved, and since her writing is practically incomparable, it's a given that the 'Johnnies' series is near and dear to my soul. When Amy told me that John was going to tear me up and spit me out, I did not take that warning with a grain of salt. I mean, seriously? The author knows her characters better than anyone. The fact that Amy gave me a warning did not fall on deaf ears. I got prepared to read 'Black John', book four in the series, by opening a brand-new box of Kleenex, and a family-size box of double-stuff Oreos. Trust me when I say I needed them both, and I finished them in one sitting.
Didnt happen. Wont want this again. He sighed and wrenched himself back.
Yeah, we will, Galen said soberly.
John swallowed, legitimately afraid. Im a recovering addict
And Im not recovering, Galen said. Those luminous green eyes narrowed and glittered. Not yet. But I want you. And you need someone. So you need to decide how this is or is not going to happen, because its an issue.
John has always been around in the Johnnies world. Hell, its his business. He created it from the ground up, and almost managed to lose it, if it hadnt been for Dex. In Black John, the author finally shows us who John is, why hes done the stuff hes done, and, in doing so, she shows us so much more than just a pornographer. Because John could never be called \"just a pornographer\". Not when its so apparent how much he cares about his guys, and his fundamental reasons for starting this business in the first place. For John, porn is more than just a good wank in the dark while staring at images. Sex is wondrous, miraculous, beautiful, and not dirty. Or at least, not always dirty. If John can show that, can have his guys having fun while doing it, then its all worth it at the end of the day. But it all began with Tory.
Beautiful Tory with his gorgeous face and deep brown eyes. A large Italian family and a load of Catholic guilt. Tory, who needed everything, and more was never enough. More sex, more men, more drugs. Nothing ever filled the giant hole inside Tory, and although John always hoped he'd be enough, nothing and no one was ever enough for beautiful, tragic, Tory. For you see, John is so in love with Tory, he'd give him anything, and do anything for him. But Tory never loved anyone as much as he loved himself, and the tragic life he leads. He destroys John in a way that a truly beautiful person can do, to someone who only believes that they're average. Tory takes, and takes, and takes some more, until John finally leaves, believing that Tory will get better by himself, without John enabling him. In the end, though, Tory leaves in the most selfish way possible, one final time leaving John to clean up his mess.
\"I cant pretend anymore that I didnt do this to myself. I cant pretend Im not old and tired. And I keep dribbling poison into my body, a little at a time, telling myself that its like a drink after work. Im done, John. I mean, I blamed you at first because my family He broke off and obviously decided he couldnt talk about that. Im sorry. You thought too much of me, you know? Im not sure if Ive loved anyone in my life, but I know I came close with you.
So heres John, fresh out of rehab, dealing with a shit storm of memories and emotions, all the things that make him want to just find a dealer and shove some blow up his nose. Except theres Galen. A corporate lawyer shark who suffered a bad motorcycle accident three years before, and lost his career, his boyfriend, and his home, all before leaving the hospital. Hes been Torys neighbor, and his fellow addict, although Galens drug of choice is pain pills, namely oxy. Its inconceivable to believe that these two broken men could find in each other that which theyd been searching for, for so very long. But they do. They manage it because even as broken as they are, these two souls would have found each other no matter what, because they belong together.
I imagine it doesnt come as a shock that I fell in love with both John and Galen. I loved how real they were with each other. I loved how Galen took every opportunity to show John that he wasnt worthless, he wasnt a horrible person, and that John deserves the same kind of love that hes always given. I loved how John showed Galen that his scars didnt mean anything, and John didnt even see them. I loved how Galen was strong enough to make John get back to his life, and leave Galen to recovering, and I loved how strong John was, to finally be able to have faith and believe in hope.
Galens smile was justifiably proud. But I had to know I could improve, he said simply. I had to know that I was the best man I could be for you. His pale pink mouth trembled under his stubble. You
youd spent your whole life being second, thinking that was okay. I wanted to be the best so youd know thats what I thought of you too.
Thank you, Amy.