Malachi Keogh finds himself in a job he neither wanted nor asked for when his father, boss of Sydney’s postal service, sends him to the end of the business line, aka The Dead Letter Office. Malachi expects tedious and boring but instead discovers a warehouse with a quirky bunch of misfit co-workers, including a stoic and nerdy boss, Julian Pollard.
Malachi’s intrigued by Julian at first, and he soon learns there’s more to the man than his boring clothes of beige, tan, and brown; a far cry from Malachi’s hot pink, lilac, and electric blue. Where Julian is calm and ordered, Malachi is chaos personified, but despite their outward differences, there’s an immediate chemistry between them that sends Malachi’s head—and heart—into a spin.
To keep his father happy, Malachi needs to keep this job. He also needs to solve the mystery of the pile of old letters that sits in Julian’s office and maybe get to the bottom of what makes Julian tick. Like everything that goes through the mail centre, only time will tell if Malachi has found his intended destination or if he’ll find himself returned to sender.
A
laughing, blubbering fool- the only way to describe this reader as I waded
through Dearest Milton James by N.R. Walker. I loved it!
When
a book can take me on an emotional roller coaster but not be over the top in
negative drama, I’ve found the holy grail of reading and DMJ did just
that.
Sent
to work in the Dead Letter Office in Sydney, Malachi assumed this job would
just be another in a long string of failures. Was he wrong. Malachi fit right
in with the misfits that made up the office, including the sexy boss, Julian.
The
eccentricities, the tom-foolery, the all in all happiness in the work place let
me with a smile on my face and a skip in my step.
I
adored all the characters, main and secondary. As far as I was concerned Ms.
Walker created a world where all the characters were main ones, and their
part in the overall story was integral.
Malachi’s
running of the mouth was a running of the bulls- full steam ahead and take no
prisoners. He was superbly charming and hilarious. His outlook on life and
whatever came his way was a testament to Ms. Walker’s ability to enter
the head of her character and allow them to run and lead the way. Julian, aka
Mr. Brown, Mr. Beige was sex on two legs as soon Brown/Beige became mocha yumminess
and complete sex appeal. Together, along with the others in the Dead Letter
Office, DMJ came alive.
This
book soared to the top of my faves, and re-reads are definitely in my future.
Definite
S.E.X.
A
five handcuff review
N.R. Walker Bio
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
She
is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty
boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives
them life with words.
She
likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they
fall in love.
She
used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day
she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
She’s
been writing ever since…
For more about N.R. Walker you can find her at:
Email:
nrwalker@nrwalker.net
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