Let me just preface this by saying that I love M/M fiction; completely and unabashedly love it. It is an insatiable addiction that I suffer from and I have spent embarrassing amounts of money over the last decade or so indulging it. That being said, I am also aware that often (read: usually) thes...
Gavin is gay, he lives in a very gay friendly building ( Oscar Wilde apartments! love it! ) and he is looking for love in all the wrong places, great, now i have that song stuck in my head...anyway, losers and such and now he is in love with his best friend Curtis.His straight friend Curtis, did ...
This was a 5-star read until we got to the sex. I loved the MC:s and Curtis' internal dialogue was funny. Unfortunately, the author ruined it by making them have their first anal sex without lube but still writing that Gavin was wet inside. Okay, how the HELL is that possible? Did he have diarrhe...
When I first read this, I didn't know if I liked it or not, because it didn't have a HEA or strong HFN. More of a tentative HFN that left me wondering what was going to happen to the MCs and how things would work in the future. Plus I am pretty sure Nick needs some serious therapy before he can...
This is such a sweet story that makes me wish it was Christmas time while I'm reading it because it's a good holiday read. Elliot and Shawn have one of those cute meets and we know that though these two are different, they have a connection. They both meet accidentally at an antique shop both wan...
The other board members voiced their opinions almost as vociferously. Paddy threatened to resign, even leave the club. And hell! What was Ron to do? If Paddy did that, it could have meant that Cueball wouldn’t play, and the party might go down the drain…. Ron couldn’t very well do that.And as it ...
Two large ones to the right and a smaller one to the left. “We register here,” H.D. said pointing to the smaller one. Registering was easy enough—simply entering the small building, filling out a sheet of paper with general information, and putting it, along with the very reason...
There was no mistaking it—the most naïve person in the world would have figured it out. A mannequin would have seen it. It wasn’t so much the man. Uncle Boden was a rather nondescript older gentleman: probably in his late seventies/early eighties, balding, slim, blue-gray eyes, slight...