Sledge Is A Hard Orgasm You Just Can’t Brace For

Sledge vs. The Labyrinth is just so fucking good. I’m talking late 1970s porn goodness like Sex World that just keeps giving fifty years later good. It’s been a awful long time since I sat down with a book with zero expectations, not even knowing what the book was about and left spellbound from the experience. God bless Nick Hovath for doing the literary gods work on this one. Sledge vs. The Labyrinth is without question one of the best motherfucking books of 2025 if you are not a square busting out of L7 with a cross hanging out in your pussy. This is Zero Fucks Given Literature the way it used to be, the way literary gods intended for writers to write. So buckle up buttercup. Sledge vs.The Labyrinth is that nasty, dirty, zero fucks given character you need in your life to bring the orgasm you’ve been waiting for that you didn’t know was coming.

Now let’s get down to the nitty gritty and break this bad ass book down.

Sledge is a complicated man that even his woman can’t understand. He’s a tight Charles Bronson type, zero fucks given antihero with a heart of gold you call when you need shit handled. That doesn’t mean he takes shit, because baby he will dance with you if you cross that line and point to the killing floor on his ass. Anybody that fucks with him got to bring ass because he’s going to get your ass. Some people think he slow because he’s a former professional basketball player living with the regrets of his past. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. Sledge, good or bad, likes standing on business when it comes to his decisions. He was like that when he was once a highly sought after NBA player because of his brute size, and stayed like that when he was victim of a wrongful arrest situation defending his teammate and best friend Shawn Shilling in a college game. Sledge never lost the value of who he was despite his unorthodox upbringing, nor during his sting of prison time followed by a state sanctioned kidnapping that resulted in him being forced to do bare knuckle fighting in a Russian prison for the pleasure of an elite group of politicians and rich cats. He lives a moral code that only he understands, and that’s fine by me.

Shawn, who goes on to be an NBA darling, uses his power and influence to get Sledge cleared of all charges, especially after he returns under questionable circumstances from captivity, and gets him into the NBA. Unfortunately, poor decision making skills on Sledge’s part cuts his league time short and puts him on the path of badass in the bottle. He’s a Rambo type of man that will break your face with one punch, dripping with a sense of personal loyalty to people he’s close to (which ain’t that many), yet rolling with enough masculinity for the Karen crowd to swear up and down he’s toxic for his chivalrous behavior. For that alone you should fucking read this book, since its very rare in this day and age to read men characters be unapologetically men.

At the start of the book Sledge is minding his self-business when his boo thing Kiira comes knocking. Apparently somebody is trying to do her wrong. Through a series of situations we find out somebody with big dough is trying to run her through a series of psychological terror trips before finally killing her and being done with it. Sledge, being who he is, is making it his business to find out what’s the shuffle and make sure the bullshit stops with his lady friend. What sets Sledge apart from your typical PG-13 Rambo is that he’s raunchy, unapologetic, and violent without flinching. He will come to your fight, stop your finishing move, then beat that ass until your jaw cracks on each side if that means he’s sending the message to make the bullshit stop.

If you think you know what type of book this is just from that you don’t. Don’t cheat yourself. There is no stone left unturned, no forest of Native Americans Sledge is not willing to stalk to get the point across. Sledge could care less if he gets tortured in the process; he’s a hard man to kill and if you think you can do it he’s welcomes you to try, but don’t get salty boo if you fail in that endeavor and piss him off in the process. Your bones will never be whole again, especially if you come for him and he does not call for you. When he’s thrown into a street Bruce Lee style game of death called The Labyrinth, everybody and their mother find out that all the money, time, opportunity, and manipulation in the world cannot stop a man that has lost everything but his soul when he is on a mission without a pause.

That’s about all I can say without giving away key details in the book you should read.

I said it and I will say it the fuck again – this book is just so fucking good, like having an orgasm after a cool drink of water on a hot day good. Sledge shows his ass every chance he gets down to the dark crevice and gives zero fucks about it if that means he’s getting to the bottom of the bullshit. This is the type of viscerally nasty, dirty, luscious book that would make people enjoy reading again. Sledge is a motherfucking knight slaying opponents as he sees fit, leaving you thirsting for more because just when you think he’s taken all that is humanely possible to take, this motherfucker puts two more dollars into the empty tank and charges on for more.

Sledge vs. The Labyrinth is the book you read before you die. I can’t wait for the sequel.