Foothills Pride series, Book 2
Renowned interior designer Fredi Zimmer is surprised when outdoorsman Max Greene, owner of Greene’s Outdoors, hires him to revamp Max’s rustic cabin in the Sierra Nevada foothills. Fredi is an out-and-proud Metro male whose contact with the outdoors is from his car to the doorway of the million-dollar homes he remodels, and to Fredi, Max is a typical straight man’s man.
When Max blatantly and clumsily flirts with Fredi, Fredi’s stereotypical view of Max is shattered. Is this a build-up to a gay bashing? Cautiously believing Max is closeted and is trying to come out, Fredi decides he’s game to put a little spice into Max’s life, whether it’s in the colors and fixtures he’ll use to turn Max's dilapidated cabin into a showplace or over one of the many lunches and dinners they share talking about the remodel. Who can blame a guy for adding a little sensual pleasure as he retools Max’s life visually? Besides, Fredi has a backup plan if he’s wrong about Max’s intentions.
Life would be all wine and roses if it weren’t for Max’s former friends and their conservative families. Alarmed with Max’s obvious infatuation, they make it their business to save him from sliding into hell.
With the battle on, will Fredi and Max win the fight for a life of happiness together?
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Publisher: JMS Books, LLC
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Opposites Attract, Smartass Twinks
Word Count: 32,417
Setting: Stone Acres, California, USA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
By the time we got to the Rock Bottom Cafe, I felt like I’d bottomed out. I was hungry, tired, and feeling the first twinges of a headache.
Max hadn’t exaggerated about how much I’d hate the Rock Bottom’s decor. It was the worst of rural cafe: hellacious plastic flowers, grotesque plastic-covered booths, peeling gangrene-painted beadboard walls, pockmarked linoleum floor, and faded food-stained menus. It made the cabin look almost palatial, except it didn’t smell as bad.
As Max slid into one side of a booth and I into the other, he said, “Food’s great here. Okay?”
I glared at him, but I had to admit the odors coming from the kitchen wove seductively around us.
After we’d ordered and had gotten glasses of iced tea, which I liberally dosed with artificial sweetener, Max leaned back in his side of the booth and blew out a little breath.READ MORE
“So guess here’s what you need to know about me.” He was looking at the tabletop. “I was an only kid when my folks died. Raised by my aunt and uncle with their four boys. I was the youngest and nobody cared what I thought, so I don’t talk much.”
Oh dear. I wasn’t sure which of those statements I should answer, if any. My heart bled for the beautiful man in front of me who would give me a raging hard-on if I let my libido take control.
His words and lack of self-pity made me want to create a unique space where he’d feel completely at home and that would soothe him when he needed it. I probably wouldn’t end up his BFF or someone he could unbend with, but I could create a warm cocoon to shelter and coddle the man or let him entertain his friends comfortably.
The image of the young Max feeling like an outsider when he was thrust on his uncaring aunt and uncle to raise was banished by the waitress who put lunch in front of us.
“Oh. My. God!” I nearly drooled into the chili and homemade bread as I tasted them. “This is incredible.”
“What’d I tell you?” Max gloated. “Said you shouldn’t be put off by the decor. Some of us are more than our decor.”
I spooned up a couple of bites, then looked at Max. “You really do think I’m a snob, don’t you?”
Why was it so easy to get him to blush? I hadn’t a clue, but his quick, mercurial red cheeks had me intrigued.
“No, no, I don’t think you’re a snob,” he protested. “I mean, you’re just so….” He waved a couple of fingers at me, but kept his elbows on the table as if protecting his bowl of chili.
“I’m so what?”
Max shrugged. “I don’t know. Beautiful. And fancy,” he added, ducking his head over his bowl.
Ah, I understood now. Max was intimidated by my suit.
“Look, you came to get me in the coffee shop. I was dressed to take a rich lady through her house later this afternoon. I can work in jeans and a T-shirt”—did Max think I wore suits every day?—“or anything I want. Pajamas even. You just caught me on a suit day.” Which, I didn’t add, was too often for even my overblown sense of style.
Now Max was staring at me.
“Yeah, right. You wear jeans,” he scoffed, but looked interested, intrigued.
I shrugged. “Okay, not when I’m with a client. At home I’m way more casual.” I might have sounded a tad defensive.
“Yeah, right,” Max muttered with a grin.
I left it lying there. It wasn’t worth fighting about. But it bothered me that he saw such a divide between us. I was just a man, wasn’t I? Just like him, right? What was he going on about? Sheesh.COLLAPSE
Liza on Sinfully Gay Romance Book Reviews wrote:
Redesigning Max is a sweet love story. We met famous interior designer and artist Fredi as a friend of Jimmy in the first story in this series, What’s in a Name. I recommend reading that short novella first, just because it’s so good, but Redesigning Max can be read as a stand-alone book.
Max is the owner of Greene’s Outdoors in the valley of the Sierra Nevada foothills. The small town has become home to a number of gay men who left San Francisco when property values soared. Not everyone in town is a gay ally, and in fact, a few are rabidly homophobic, but mostly it’s a peaceful town. Max grew up there and is well known around town as a straight, macho man. He’s carrying deep secrets that he is not willing to reveal even to himself.
Max owns a house in town and he also inherited his grandfather’s old cabin in the mountains. The cabin views are breathtaking and Max would like to remodel it as a restful hideaway. He’s heard about the flamboyant Fredi’s reputation as a remodeler/designer for the wealthy and wants to hire him for the job.
Fredi’s approach to remodeling is to ask the client a lot of personal questions so he can design a look that fits the client, not Fredi’s own style. Max feels Fredi is getting too close to Max’s secrets, which causes some back-and-forth friction between the two.
I liked watching Max and Fredi find things they have in common, some of which seem natural and at least one of which is a surprise. They also have a common enemy in town. They recognize that Steve is a homophobic jerk but don’t realize just how deep his hatred is or how far he will go to pursue his sick vengeance against gay people until a calamity happens that affects both Max and Fredi.
This is a great follow-up to What’s in a Name, and it’s also a good love story that stands on its own. I should warn those who like juicy sex in their romances that there is no on-page sex in this book. It’s there, just referred to rather than graphically presented. Sometimes, as in this book, you don’t need all of the details to get the picture. I recommend Redesigning Max as a fun, enjoyable romance with memorable characters, good and bad, and I recommend Pat Henshaw as a romance writer to follow.
Oh I felt so sorry for Max the day he met Fredi. The big lug didn't know how to cope with someone so blatantly flamboyant. Fredi is adorable and attracted to Max in the biggest way, but getting Max to open up, talk and share about what he wants for his remote cabin, is like pulling teeth. Because yes, Max has got in touch with Fredi because the little man is a well-known interior designer, and Max - well, he thinks he is ready for a revamp.
In Fredi's eyes (and that is the POV of the story) Max is a gorgeous, yet clueless hunk.
No one said handsome equaled personable, right?
He was surprised to find he has such a physical reaction to Max. In his own words his previous liaisons with men were based on the fact that they both showed up. But he’s been told more than once that Max is straight, so he tries to keep things professional.
Jimmy and Guy are really amazing supporting characters. When there is a problem at the bakery, they are right there with their own brand of advice and good cheer. Boner is amazing, you have to read the book to find out that story. Max has to contend with the locals finding out he was gay.
Son, I just wanted to say that your daddy would be real ashamed of you letting this homosexual turn you like he did...
And that was just at breakfast. This is a perfect book. It's lighthearted, yet it deals with some serious issues. Fredi and Max are adorable together - the more they learn about each other, the more suited they are. My only complaint, and it's a tiny one, is that I would have loved to have known a bit more from Max's POV. But Fredi's style is so outrageous, so funny - like the finger licking incident - that it really doesn't matter. The sex in this book is implied not described, so what you are left with is fun, sweetness and a touch of sass. An excerpt is provided for the next book, and I for one will be signing up for it.
Favorite line: Drama before several cups of coffee is downright rude.