Where Fiction and Reality Meet
I think I’ll just take a Xanax and a bottle of gin and go curl up in a corner now because, let me tell you, if I didn’t have some sort of anxiety disorder before reading Koan, I think I do now. I was going to make that my review. Just that. But please, I... Continue Reading →
No. No, no, no. A book cannot just end like that. Okay, apparently it can, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Okay, apparently that’s not true either, because I loved it, which I suppose means that I more than liked it. ::sigh:: I think I get too involved with the characters in... Continue Reading →
No. No, no, no. A book cannot just end like that. Okay, apparently it can, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Okay, apparently that’s not true either, because I loved it, which I suppose means that I more than liked it. ::sigh:: I think I get too involved with the characters in... Continue Reading →
Aw, the short bus to Happytown has finally arrived and it looks like maybe, just maybe, Ty Grady and Zane Garrett remembered to get on and have bought a one-way ticket there. It seems Agents Grady and Garrett have figured out that if their relationship is going to survive, they’ve got to remember to be... Continue Reading →
Aw, the short bus to Happytown has finally arrived and it looks like maybe, just maybe, Ty Grady and Zane Garrett remembered to get on and have bought a one-way ticket there. It seems Agents Grady and Garrett have figured out that if their relationship is going to survive, they’ve got to remember to be... Continue Reading →
Andreo Fiore is a man whose life is lived on the very fringes of the right side of the law. He toes that delicate line, working as a bodyguard for a mob boss, while also being a father and trying to be a good role model to his teenage nephew, Michael. Being his mobster’s keeper... Continue Reading →
Andreo Fiore is a man whose life is lived on the very fringes of the right side of the law. He toes that delicate line, working as a bodyguard for a mob boss, while also being a father and trying to be a good role model to his teenage nephew, Michael. Being his mobster’s keeper... Continue Reading →
Sometimes love’s a gamble. Sometimes you go all in, you throw in all your chips, you lay down all your cards, and sometimes you lose your shirt. But sometimes that’s okay because if you never lose your shirt, how will you ever be able to tell the game’s getting interesting? Poker is pretty much a... Continue Reading →
Sometimes love’s a gamble. Sometimes you go all in, you throw in all your chips, you lay down all your cards, and sometimes you lose your shirt. But sometimes that’s okay because if you never lose your shirt, how will you ever be able to tell the game’s getting interesting? Poker is pretty much a... Continue Reading →
I don’t normally gravitate toward books in which the story revolves around babies and/or children, not because I don’t like kids but because I have three of them; so while I can commiserate—been there, smelled that—there isn’t that sense of the unknown I look to escape into when I read. But what’s a girl to... Continue Reading →
I don’t normally gravitate toward books in which the story revolves around babies and/or children, not because I don’t like kids but because I have three of them; so while I can commiserate—been there, smelled that—there isn’t that sense of the unknown I look to escape into when I read. But what’s a girl to... Continue Reading →
Weeks after the tumultuous events that capped off the danger and suspense in Reclamation, Seiran Rou is still suffering the psychological aftereffects of a past, long thought dead, that came back to claim him. A man from Gabriel Santini’s past wants Seiran dead, not because he really has anything against Sei personally, but because Andrew... Continue Reading →
Weeks after the tumultuous events that capped off the danger and suspense in Reclamation, Seiran Rou is still suffering the psychological aftereffects of a past, long thought dead, that came back to claim him. A man from Gabriel Santini’s past wants Seiran dead, not because he really has anything against Sei personally, but because Andrew... Continue Reading →
I first read Everything Under the Sun nearly two years ago (when I was still really, really new to the M/M romance genre) and remember promising myself I’d read it again someday because I liked it that well. Reading Rachel West’s The Cellmate, recently, reminded me of just how very well I’d liked it. So... Continue Reading →
I first read Everything Under the Sun nearly two years ago (when I was still really, really new to the M/M romance genre) and remember promising myself I’d read it again someday because I liked it that well. Reading Rachel West’s The Cellmate, recently, reminded me of just how very well I’d liked it. So... Continue Reading →
There’s more than one way to be abandoned. There’s abandonment with intention, and then there’s the sort of abandonment that the universe, fate, bad luck, whatever name you give it, delivers on a whim. It’s called death and that sort is the permanent kind, the kind that leaves a man unanchored because he has no... Continue Reading →
There’s more than one way to be abandoned. There’s abandonment with intention, and then there’s the sort of abandonment that the universe, fate, bad luck, whatever name you give it, delivers on a whim. It’s called death and that sort is the permanent kind, the kind that leaves a man unanchored because he has no... Continue Reading →
The children of the gods play their games, sometimes very dangerous games in which winning means escaping with one’s life. But sometimes those games are little more than an unconcealed pleasure to show superiority over the weak and the helpless who can be controlled and manipulated, trespassed against simply because it can be done. Or... Continue Reading →
The children of the gods play their games, sometimes very dangerous games in which winning means escaping with one’s life. But sometimes those games are little more than an unconcealed pleasure to show superiority over the weak and the helpless who can be controlled and manipulated, trespassed against simply because it can be done. Or... Continue Reading →
I haven’t read a lot of prison dramas—more than a couple, though, and The Cellmate is unlike any I’ve ever read before. If you’re looking for a raw, gritty, confrontational, in-your-face story filled with violence and non-con/dub-con sex, then skip this one because it’s not at all what you’re looking for. The Cellmate is a... Continue Reading →
I haven’t read a lot of prison dramas—more than a couple, though, and The Cellmate is unlike any I’ve ever read before. If you’re looking for a raw, gritty, confrontational, in-your-face story filled with violence and non-con/dub-con sex, then skip this one because it’s not at all what you’re looking for. The Cellmate is a... Continue Reading →
Bill Gates once said, “Be nice to nerds. Chances are you’ll end up working for one.” Someone also once said, Karma’s a bitch. That’s a good one too, because when Tallis Carrington returns to Rock Bay, Washington, humbled and lower than he’s ever been in his life, he stares a former nerd called Karma right... Continue Reading →
Bill Gates once said, “Be nice to nerds. Chances are you’ll end up working for one.” Someone also once said, Karma’s a bitch. That’s a good one too, because when Tallis Carrington returns to Rock Bay, Washington, humbled and lower than he’s ever been in his life, he stares a former nerd called Karma right... Continue Reading →
I was only five years old in 1970, so my memories of that time have more to do with kindergarten than Kent State, but that doesn’t mean I don’t recall bits and pieces of the era, absorbed through the thoughts and feelings and actions of a seventeen-year-old sister who, for a very long time, regretted... Continue Reading →
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