On Another Level is the first effort from fledgling writer Sydney Reece Jones and falls into the bracket of an erotic novel though there are certainly elements of classic romance present. The story focuses on the events that occur around protagonist Alex Thomas following the death of her father.

Leading up to the tragedy Alex is happily in love and living in domestic bliss with her partner Matthew Harris yet the bereavement leads to her introduction to Hope, a character who she befriends and as the two become closer it becomes clear that Hope is looking for more than friendship from a woman who formerly believed herself to be in love.

The resulting events of the story occur within this love triangle as Alex finds herself torn and confused between her love for her man and a newly discovered passion for the woman in her life. Filled with fairly explicit sexual references the book is one for mature readers and certainly not for the prudish or, for that matter, those looking for a complex novel full of intrigue.

I imagine the simplicity of the plot and writing will appeal to some readers though it has to be said that it did not do so for me. The basic writing at times can be infuriating and occasionally begs the question ‘could I have done better?’ There are some glaring errors in the copy and from time to time the dialogue defies belief. Yet while facts like this may appal some of us I have little doubt that these sections will be of little interest to the group of people who partake in this genre of literature.

In terms of the bigger picture I struggle to find anything aside from the most basic thematic constructs; rising above adversity, the nature of love and passion, all fairly ordinary stuff this and it’s not been done in a manner that catches the eye with anything other than the at times clumsily written sex scenes.

So the writing isn’t great and the characters are flat, but in fairness to the writer the story itself moves along nicely and I can somewhat ashamedly admit to wondering just how things were going to end up while feeling sorry for a seriously stereotypical and ruthlessly de-manned male character.