Jesse Gordon's first novel, Time Chaser, has been through a billion changes since its first appearance as an erotic short story in 1998. This final version is somewhat toned down, and actually possesses an abstract sort of plot. Not that the earlier stories didn't have one; it's just that it was lost amongst all the heaving pecs and powerful penises. This time around, Storm Anderson is a time chaser, a free-willed inhabitant able to traverse time and space when it suits him. He's over a hundred years old, and yet he sports the body of a high school football jock. Good genes---God given and store-bought. But looks alone won't be able to save him as he flees from the Time Patrol, a far-reaching galactic organization intent on keeping everyone locked down in their own individual time streams.

It may sound kind of complicated, but Jesse resists the urge to tell Storm's story in a longer, more epic technique used in so many other space operas. The result, as mentioned above, is an abstract adventure, almost casual. The science is very minimal---Star Trek science, in that if you can suspend your disbelief, you'll get along fine.

Of course, there are the characters themselves, everyone lean, muscular, athletic---sometimes even grotesque, as in the case of Gregori, a convict suffering from an inflicted ailment causing him to grow fatter and fatter until eventually he's crushed under his own weight. And Camie, the warden, a massively-built female bodybuilder and love interest of Storm's. These are all characters that seem to be magnificent in some ways, grotesque in others.

Overall, this is an OK read, and will probably most interest the die-hard fans. It's not bad, but it IS obvious this is a first novel, a testing of the waters before Jesse's epic grunge-fantasy, The Knack.