Night Shift by Jenna Byrnes
Even if it’s not an ‘80s setting, from the first sentences Night Shift reminded me a bit of the police detective television fiction of that period; Ryder, the Homicide detective that is more interested in helping the lost boys in the street than in making a career in the Police Department, is a bit like Hunter, even if not so big; and Trevor, the handsome Afro American Vice detective, has a bit of Miami Vice in him, with his tailored suit and expensive town house. There is nothing that join them together if not being both gay; but even in that they are different: Ryder doesn’t give much importance to the thing, if you ask he tells, and indeed, he is not searching at all to climb the ladders of the hierarchy, and instead Trevor, even if not denying it, prefers to downplay a bit, to not ruin his chances at a career. So the only solution is that, while they are pairing in an investigation on a serial killer who is murdering only drug dealers, during the night shift they behave like stranger and during the day they have monkey sex in each of the possible variety.
The story is basically an erotic romp, but I like the subtle “light” tone; you can find it in small sentences scattered in between the lines, like when Ryder wants to prove to Trevor that he is a very “busy” man, but he has nothing better to do if not shifting paper on his desk. In a way, even the “not so perfect” detectives have their merit in making the story light: Ryder after all, is not exactly a cold blooded detective, he seems more interested in find and help the kids on the street, then in find and arrest the killer, he should be a social assistant more than a cop; on the other hand Trevor seems to me more interested in playing the hot shot detective than in really doing his job, so much that he jumps to the first available conclusion to have a chance to appear on the night news.
In a way they are more interesting like that, otherwise the story would have been like many other, playing along the line of the perfect dream cop; it’s no accident that, at the beginning, I said that they reminded me Hunter or Miami Vice… in both shows, the cops were less than perfect.
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Even if it’s not an ‘80s setting, from the first sentences Night Shift reminded me a bit of the police detective television fiction of that period; Ryder, the Homicide detective that is more interested in helping the lost boys in the street than in making a career in the Police Department, is a bit like Hunter, even if not so big; and Trevor, the handsome Afro American Vice detective, has a bit of Miami Vice in him, with his tailored suit and expensive town house. There is nothing that join them together if not being both gay; but even in that they are different: Ryder doesn’t give much importance to the thing, if you ask he tells, and indeed, he is not searching at all to climb the ladders of the hierarchy, and instead Trevor, even if not denying it, prefers to downplay a bit, to not ruin his chances at a career. 
I believe that this is the first novel by this author and in a way, it's like the author grew with her book. The story is a mix of originality and common situations that take unexpected twist; the style is, at first a bit tentative, some dialogues, especially between the lovers, aren't so smooth, but this feeling soon vanishes, it seems like the author took confidence in what she was doing, like a sixteen years old with his new license and car, who discovers at the first highway that he likes to run and that he is better than a Nascar pilot. 
I believe that this is the first novel by this author and in a way, it's like the author grew with her book. The story is a mix of originality and common situations that take unexpected twist; the style is, at first a bit tentative, some dialogues, especially between the lovers, aren't so smooth, but this feeling soon vanishes, it seems like the author took confidence in what she was doing, like a sixteen years old with his new license and car, who discovers at the first highway that he likes to run and that he is better than a Nascar pilot. 
