Saving Trevor by Steve Sampson


It’s rare I find a book that I must wonder what everyone was thinking. Yes I’ve given poor reviews but there has been only one other book I’ve reviewed like this. Unfortunately, I have found a second. Now, I always try to find redeeming qualities and point out the good with the bad and why certain aspects just didn’t work in reviews. However to be honest, this entire book didn’t work—beginning to end. When I come across a book like this, I feel it’s best to simply give quotes for the majority of the review to exhibit why this book didn’t work than a a long rambling review. Then again, this became long anyway so here you go…


Eric Folke and Nick Bertolli share a fulfilling life together, balancing romance and passion, until the night they rescue fourteen-year-old Trevor, kicked out of his home because he is gay. Trevor wants to stay with them, and Eric and Nick want to help, but there are complications. They have no legal right to keep Trevor, and neither of them is sure they’re ready for the changes taking Trevor in will mean to their lives. 



The plot of this book is that married couple Nick and Eric picks up a young boy who was kicked out of his home for being gay. They immediately take said boy in. There is no background given to Nick or Eric except in comments said by others and they are both known as beautiful, gorgeous studs that are deeply, deeply in love with each other. This is repeated often, as are the descriptions of each other, their beauty, their power, and their love. That is essentially the book. 

The beginning is mostly comprised of several sex scenes between Nick and Eric. Here are various examples of the prose and language used:

Nick wet his fingers with his mouth and began pinching his blood-filled fat, pointed nipples. He pulled his nipples. They grew fatter, longer, and the red color deepened. Eric loved to bite those nipples and pull them with his teeth. It excited him when Nick cried in pleasure from his savage attacks on those beautiful husky nipples.


Well there is more than just nipple fascination going on after Nick teases Eric and masturbates on his chest. Nick then cleans himself up, gets dressed and leaves the room. Eric of course follows and shows that he owns his powerful mate.

Nick was standing at the counter with his back to the door. Eric rushed in, grabbed by the upper arms, and savagely pulled him to the floor. Nick spun around as he was being pulled down and fought the attack. His resistance was strong. His resistance was silent. His resistance was less than needed.

Eric felt the man he loved slowly surrender to him. With his powerful arms, Eric flipped his mate onto his stomach. He reached around Nick’s waist and unbuttoned his jeans. Urgently, barbarically, he pulled the jeans off Nick’s body and threw them from his awareness.

He had conquered. He was victorious. He now savored that victory. He reveled in his domination, his triumph, his glory.


Then it happened. Caesar stepped onto the shores of Britannia. Zeus conquered Olympus. Vesuvius exploded. The shock. The power. The dizzying release. The momentary insanity that flooded the mind. Eric’s toes curled. His body shook and trembled. His cock spat and spewed a massive flood of cum that filled Nick’s ass.

Well after that fun spit-job show we know that Eric “owns” Nick’s ass and they wake up the next morning to even more fun with some mutual blowjobs.

Their tongues, mouths, and hands explored and brought pleasure to each other. They thrilled each other. Their sweat mingled. Their voices and breathing joined into a choir of lustful, loving sounds.

Eric was lost in paradise as he lay on his back and surrendered his powerful body to the powerful body of his mate. He knew his hunger and need for Nick was equaled by Nick’s hunger and need for him.


When the glorious madness ended, laughter exploded from Eric’s mouth. With his face resting on Eric’s balls, Nick joined the lusty laugher. Eric pushed Nick off him, sat up, and fell onto him. He kissed his beloved Nick. Long and deep he kissed him. He could taste the wild, heady flavor of his own ass on Nick’s beautiful lips and long, wet tongue.


So with that lovely image to start the day, the two head off for more shower antics and then to have a fabulous, lovely, fun time at a jazz club with some friends. There is almost nothing added about this, barely a paragraph about the club (which sounded fun) and then back to Eric’s musings on his perfect life.

Happy and content, Eric drove his Lexus through the dark empty streets. He was happy. He was happy and deeply in love. In their short history, he and Nick had passed through threats and attacks, yet he knew his life was rich and full. His heart was proud and filled with love.

Ok, so he’s in love and happy.

Now I could go on, but the intention is to give you a thorough example of the incredibly rudimentary prose offered and poor attempt at injecting emotion and drama into the language. I actually haven’t included the explicit sex yet as it’s neither erotic nor enticing and focuses more on exaggeration and repetition. Everything about their bodies, their love and sex together is massive, soul-deep, and powerful. Whether it’s the “magic in Eric’s breath that commanded him” or “the secret root of Eric’s great genitals,” the author never sways from the litany of descriptive phrases.

Unfortunately, not much else goes on in the book. There is submissive Nick rimming Eric:

Eric began masturbating himself as Nick worked gladly, happily and faithfully at pleasing him. Eric’s great balls banged on the top of Nick’s head. Nick’s tongue licked and pushed its way into Eric’s body. Nick’s nose was crushed against the skin above his hole. Eric’s mighty butt cheeks caressed Nick’s face.

While I am hoping Nick is not injured from Eric’s great balls or mighty butt, I keep wishing there was more to the men—more character, more depth, and more purpose than to be in love and have weirdly descriptive sex. There is the storyline of Trevor, a fourteen year old that was kicked out of his home for admitting he was gay that Nick and Eric take into their home. Here a friend of the family goes on to give some background on Nick and Eric but it’s also very exaggerated and anti-Christian. Focusing on how evil religion is and how Christians can’t see beyond themselves to accept homosexuality. While this has rings of truth no doubt, again the author offers no complexity, no subtly, no depth but merely flat statements about the evils of Christians. However, being good people non-Christians Nick and Eric take Trevor into their home and have a private celebration.


With impatient hunger Eric pushed his own sweats from his body. He raised himself up and with a mighty knee in each of Nick’s armpits he sat on the silken chest. With his giant cock he began to slap Nick’s beautiful face. Nick moaned and begged for more.

“Beat me, Daddy. Beat me. Beat me with your beautiful dick. Make me serve you. Goddamn, make me serve you.”


Besides the weird pseudo D/s relationship since isn’t really anything of the sort except Eric is clearly the top sexually and Nick likes to call him “Daddy”, the book lacks substance. There are a plethora of sex scenes then scenes with Nick’s family as they discuss how to handle Trevor’s situation. There is a happy ending for all involved and the happy couple of Nick and Eric are even happier and more in love by the end. However, the writing was over the top and the use of repetition and exaggeration combined with the poor erotica writing had this as a solid miss for me. I guess the sole bright point is Nick and Eric ARE in love and thankfully not sluts just because they’re gay.

But, I wouldn’t recommend you buy this. Please don’t.
Just my opinion as always.  


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13 thoughts on “Saving Trevor by Steve Sampson

    • I’ve… no idea. Truly I wonder about some books. I mean in this case it’s not a matter of an element not working for me vs. another reader.
      So really… *_*

      • Well, one thing’s good about that – I checked their website and there’s a submission call I’m interested in. 🙂 (Even though I’ll hold onto my Templar story)

        • Well like I’ve said, they have some huge hits on their press which makes me wonder how one press ends up with incredible work and serious trash. But I guess all publishers have that problem and perhaps just more noticeable for Dreamspinner.
          I still purchase from them, when they have a hit, its a big hit.

  1. 🙂
    I wish I could have included some of your quotes. This book is a solid pass for me. I usually (more often than not anyway) love the books offered by this publisher(e.g. A Note in the Margin, anything by Madeleine Urban & Rhianne Aile etc., ) but this one threw me for a loop. At first I wondered if someone was pulling my leg – unfortunately the book was for real.

    • I’ve found Dreamspinner to be hit or miss – literally. Their hits are huge with me (Note in the Margin, Tigers and Devils, Zero to the Bone) but their misses are also legendary (Horizons, Mourning Doves, This).
      I keep trying the press because of their hits, but more and more I find myself hesitating and waiting for multiple reviews before subjecting my brain and eyes to more horrible “daddy”-like prose.
      I wasn’t worried that I was “off” in my take on the book but it’s always nice to see others read it the same way!

  2. Must have been written by a man. Although I hate to generalize, if my husband is a reliable representative they tend to think “mighty butt” is a compliment.

    • Thanks for this comment, I was thinking the same myself. I haven’t read it – and I know it’s arrogant and potentially insulting to assume a pen name definitely denotes gender! – but I’d agree that the books I’ve read by male authors have a different tone from those by female authors in describing the sexual side of relationships. They often seem to have a heavier bias on describing the physical characteristics and hyperbole. That’s not to say it’s better or worse than any other style, sez Clare trying very hard not to generalise either, just an observation. 🙂

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