Have you ever seen someone who seems like the perfect suitor on paper but the reality is completely opposite? That’s certainly the case with Mike Jasper. He’s physically attractive (there’s no doubt about that) and wealthy. It seems as if he treats his lady friends rather well judging from the exquisite gifts he bestows on them (okay, so he doesn’t buy them himself, but at least he finances the purchases) and the exclusive places he takes them. Perfect, isn’t he? Wrong. Jasper’s completely lacking in the – ahem – sex department. It’s not that he has to get a prescription for those legendary blue pills because his equipment works fine; it’s just that he doesn’t know how to use it effectively. In other words, he doesn’t know how to please the woman he’s with in the bedroom. Seems as if Jasper needs a helping hand, don’t you think?
And that’s where Ellen comes in. Jasper knows that desperate times call for desperate measures and so he asks Ellen, his right hand, for an unusual favor. Not to buy gifts for his lady loves. Not to assist him in the office. Not to pick up his laundry. After all, she’s been there and she’s done that. Instead, he asks her to teach him the art of making love and after only a brief hesitation she complies, just like a good assistant will.
His Right Hand is Silence O’Shea’s debut novel and through Jasper and Ellen she shows us a reversal of the natural scheme of things, at least in the world of romance fiction. When all is said and done, it’s a close look into a man who, for once, isn’t adept at lovemaking and who doesn’t have to tutor the inexperienced heroine. This time the hero is the one who is schooled by his experienced assistant. And though O’Shea tells the story solely from the hero’s point of view readers wouldn’t feel cheated one bit.