My father had never liked the dinosaurs ever since they began taking control of the world economy. When I was growing up he tried to condition me to hate them too. I never did though, I thought they had just as many rights as we did. They shouldn’t be punished because they had extremely accurate stock predictions in the eighties, becoming the single leading force of Wall Street presently.
I debated for a long time whether I should count this toward my Bookstravaganza total. After all, it’s extremely short. Probably too short to really count. And I’m not sure if gay dinosaur erotica is what anyone had in mind when Bookstravaganza began. But I REALLY want to share this with you all. So I’m counting this book and it’s sequel together.
But how could you not spend $3 on something called A Billionaire Dinosaur Forced Me Gay?
I’m not sure what’s weirder: the fact that dinosaur erotica exists, or the fact that in order to write his dinosaur erotica, Hunter Fox felt the need to construct a world where dinosaurs ran the world’s economy. No, scratch that, it’s the second thing. The logistics of T-Rex/human sex is way less confusing han a world where dinosaurs wear expensive suits and ride in helicopters.
There’s one part where John, our soon-to-be-sodomized-by-a-tyranosaurus protagonist, describes a picture of his new T-Rex boss holding a glass of scotch. Dino boss is all commanding and powerful and weirdly attractive in John’s eyes, but I’m sorry, a T-Rex holding a glass of scotch with his tiny little arms? That’s hilarious. How are you going to drink that, T-Rex?
Oh, did I mention the T-Rex in question is named Oliver Anderson?
This book is so surreal. It reads like really shitty fan fiction, but the whole premise is so over the top and ridiculous. The end result is magical. I laughed so hard reading this. I can’t tell if Hunter Fox is a terrible writer or a genius, but either way I’ll be shelling out another $3 when the third part comes out (hehe).