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A review by corrie
The Seduction of Moxie by Colette Moody
5.0
It was high time to dive back into 1931 with Moxie Valette, Violet London, her little dog Clitty and her hilarious friends Wilhelmina (Wil) Skoog and Julian French. This time I had Book Club Buddie D. along for the trip.
The Seduction of Moxie stays firmly in top of my absolute favorites list as one of the funniest stories I’ve ever read. From the moment Violet lays eyes on Moxie and the gang invites her along to show her the real New York night life, we are in for one hell of a wild ride. A visit to Two-Finger Flossie’s buffet flat is an absolute highlight:
“Is this some genitalia puppet show?” Moxie was aghast as the man then did the same with his underwear, turned so he was facing away from everyone, and bent at the waist. He reached out again to the woman holding his clothing, and she handed him a lit cigar. The crowd seemed pleased, and some onlookers clapped and offered words of encouragement.
He inserted the cigar into his rectum and, to Moxie’s amazement, began to draw and expel smoke. The applause grew louder.
Lady Dulce whispered conspiratorially, “How about that?”
“That is one unbelievable asshole,” she answered.
“Wait until he blows the smoke rings,” Violet added.
Moxie’s current inebriated state, coupled with the parade of the bizarre before her, left her unable to distinguish sarcasm from the laws of physics. “Really?”
She laughed softly. “No, not really. But he will extinguish a candle in a minute or two in what will appear to be a very uncomfortable manner.”
“Christ almighty,” she whispered, watching him ignite a fart with a cigarette lighter.
Wil and Julian appeared in the doorway then, and Violet signaled them over. “Lady Dulce, you remember my wonderful friends Urethra Dejeuner and her fiancé Red Nobgobbler, man-about-town.”
Their 3-day train ride to Los Angeles is one big lust filled and very frustrating (due to Mr. McCann’s chaperoning efforts) adventure, but it’s extremely entertaining to see our girls get very creative in efforts to finally consummate their relationship.
Just a word of caution. Please keep your beverages away from your book, e-reader or computer whilst reading this story because Colette Moody’s special brand of side-splitting humor keeps coming thick and fast. The banter is to die for. And it’s not only fun, there is some seriously sizzling sexual energy between our two galls. “Hotchy botchy!” as Irene would say.
f/f explicit
Themes: I want to marry Violet, I had such a crush on her, I am positive that Moody drew inspiration from the notoriously naughty Tallulah Bankhead for the character of Wil, Genitalia Finkelstein keeps cracking me up, Two-Finger Flossie can pour me a drink any time ;-), Lady Dulce is absolutely fabu, Cotton McCann is a man we all love to hate but I do feel a bit of sympathy for him on the train when he experiences Wil’s ass-granate of doom, The Garden of Allah features again!
Note: Colette Moody added some cocktails in the back of the book that either feature in the story or are created by the author herself.
5 stars
The Seduction of Moxie stays firmly in top of my absolute favorites list as one of the funniest stories I’ve ever read. From the moment Violet lays eyes on Moxie and the gang invites her along to show her the real New York night life, we are in for one hell of a wild ride. A visit to Two-Finger Flossie’s buffet flat is an absolute highlight:
“Is this some genitalia puppet show?” Moxie was aghast as the man then did the same with his underwear, turned so he was facing away from everyone, and bent at the waist. He reached out again to the woman holding his clothing, and she handed him a lit cigar. The crowd seemed pleased, and some onlookers clapped and offered words of encouragement.
He inserted the cigar into his rectum and, to Moxie’s amazement, began to draw and expel smoke. The applause grew louder.
Lady Dulce whispered conspiratorially, “How about that?”
“That is one unbelievable asshole,” she answered.
“Wait until he blows the smoke rings,” Violet added.
Moxie’s current inebriated state, coupled with the parade of the bizarre before her, left her unable to distinguish sarcasm from the laws of physics. “Really?”
She laughed softly. “No, not really. But he will extinguish a candle in a minute or two in what will appear to be a very uncomfortable manner.”
“Christ almighty,” she whispered, watching him ignite a fart with a cigarette lighter.
Wil and Julian appeared in the doorway then, and Violet signaled them over. “Lady Dulce, you remember my wonderful friends Urethra Dejeuner and her fiancé Red Nobgobbler, man-about-town.”
Their 3-day train ride to Los Angeles is one big lust filled and very frustrating (due to Mr. McCann’s chaperoning efforts) adventure, but it’s extremely entertaining to see our girls get very creative in efforts to finally consummate their relationship.
Just a word of caution. Please keep your beverages away from your book, e-reader or computer whilst reading this story because Colette Moody’s special brand of side-splitting humor keeps coming thick and fast. The banter is to die for. And it’s not only fun, there is some seriously sizzling sexual energy between our two galls. “Hotchy botchy!” as Irene would say.
f/f explicit
Themes: I want to marry Violet, I had such a crush on her, I am positive that Moody drew inspiration from the notoriously naughty Tallulah Bankhead for the character of Wil, Genitalia Finkelstein keeps cracking me up, Two-Finger Flossie can pour me a drink any time ;-), Lady Dulce is absolutely fabu, Cotton McCann is a man we all love to hate but I do feel a bit of sympathy for him on the train when he experiences Wil’s ass-granate of doom, The Garden of Allah features again!
Note: Colette Moody added some cocktails in the back of the book that either feature in the story or are created by the author herself.
5 stars