Where Fiction and Reality Meet
R.J. Scott’s Love Is… series had me at hello and has kept me on the line ever since, as Luke Holston and Cameron Anders, two teenage boys so close to taking that final step into adulthood, have managed to work their way through the uncertainty of finding just the right way to let someone know... Continue Reading →
The path to true love for Remy Pépin and Alain Ètoile is bridged by superstition, a kind heart, and a candle in the window to light the way in The Bridge, the short and lovely story of two young men from very different walks of life who find their way to each other with a... Continue Reading →
The path to true love for Remy Pépin and Alain Ètoile is bridged by superstition, a kind heart, and a candle in the window to light the way in The Bridge, the short and lovely story of two young men from very different walks of life who find their way to each other with a... Continue Reading →
Some of the most painful scars, the ones that hurt the most, are the scars that can’t be seen, whether it's the end of a relationship or the end of a chapter in life that seemed like nothing but promise until, in the space of a moment, it shifted drastically and left behind the visible... Continue Reading →
Some of the most painful scars, the ones that hurt the most, are the scars that can’t be seen, whether it's the end of a relationship or the end of a chapter in life that seemed like nothing but promise until, in the space of a moment, it shifted drastically and left behind the visible... Continue Reading →
THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains and the wind is never weary;... Continue Reading →
THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains and the wind is never weary;... Continue Reading →
Sometimes a book sneaks up on me. I’ll be reading along, things will be going well, maybe I’m feeling happy with the way the story is progressing; it’s flowing a bit slowly and that works because the pace fits the somber mood of the story that’s being told. Then suddenly there’s that “lightbulb moment,” the... Continue Reading →
Sometimes a book sneaks up on me. I’ll be reading along, things will be going well, maybe I’m feeling happy with the way the story is progressing; it’s flowing a bit slowly and that works because the pace fits the somber mood of the story that’s being told. Then suddenly there’s that “lightbulb moment,” the... Continue Reading →
There is love that lasts a lifetime. There are lifetimes that are defined and punctuated by love. It’s a gift, though it’s both a beauty and a burden when the string that measures the months and years of one life is cut short by the Fates, all too soon. Same Time Next Year is the... Continue Reading →
There is love that lasts a lifetime. There are lifetimes that are defined and punctuated by love. It’s a gift, though it’s both a beauty and a burden when the string that measures the months and years of one life is cut short by the Fates, all too soon. Same Time Next Year is the... Continue Reading →
“There are none so blind as those who will not see.” And sometimes it takes nothing less than a gigantic nudge from your guardian angel to get you to open your eyes and see the miracle that’s been right in front of you all along. Ricky is a bit thick, missing all the signs and... Continue Reading →
“There are none so blind as those who will not see.” And sometimes it takes nothing less than a gigantic nudge from your guardian angel to get you to open your eyes and see the miracle that’s been right in front of you all along. Ricky is a bit thick, missing all the signs and... Continue Reading →
The world is a pretty small place according to M.J. O’Shea, as Stroke! shoots holes in the theory that electronic and social media have become the cold and disconnected replacement for interpersonal relationships. This is the short and so sweet story of two young men competing for a seat on their university’s rowing team. Elijah... Continue Reading →
The world is a pretty small place according to M.J. O’Shea, as Stroke! shoots holes in the theory that electronic and social media have become the cold and disconnected replacement for interpersonal relationships. This is the short and so sweet story of two young men competing for a seat on their university’s rowing team. Elijah... Continue Reading →
A father will do many things to protect his only son. A king will do many things to protect the heir to his throne, including, it seems, making sacrifices of his subjects’ children, like lambs on an altar, so they may take his son’s place as an offering to a plague. Misguided by love, or... Continue Reading →
A father will do many things to protect his only son. A king will do many things to protect the heir to his throne, including, it seems, making sacrifices of his subjects’ children, like lambs on an altar, so they may take his son’s place as an offering to a plague. Misguided by love, or... Continue Reading →
I’m a hypocrite. I can admit it. I’m not usually a fan of the “one handed reads”, and I fully acknowledge that I like a little plot with my sex. As a result, I’ve probably been more than a bit harsh in my opinion of quite a few sex-centric books that didn’t deliver much in... Continue Reading →
I’m a hypocrite. I can admit it. I’m not usually a fan of the “one handed reads”, and I fully acknowledge that I like a little plot with my sex. As a result, I’ve probably been more than a bit harsh in my opinion of quite a few sex-centric books that didn’t deliver much in... Continue Reading →
The Winter Garden is a story of perspective, and by that I mean that while I was reading, what this story seemed to be on the surface became so much more to me upon reflection. The more I thought about this story, the deeper it touched my heart, and in such a wonderful way, leading... Continue Reading →
The Winter Garden is a story of perspective, and by that I mean that while I was reading, what this story seemed to be on the surface became so much more to me upon reflection. The more I thought about this story, the deeper it touched my heart, and in such a wonderful way, leading... Continue Reading →
The Dollhouse is a quiet and magical little story that takes place on Christmas Day, the only day of the year that its characters have the opportunity to be the masters and mistresses of their own lives. This is a sweetly told fantasy with a message that shows how easily discrimination manipulates, and how well... Continue Reading →
The Dollhouse is a quiet and magical little story that takes place on Christmas Day, the only day of the year that its characters have the opportunity to be the masters and mistresses of their own lives. This is a sweetly told fantasy with a message that shows how easily discrimination manipulates, and how well... Continue Reading →
It's no big secret that I love short stories. What can I say? I'm an instant gratification girl. I have an immense amount of respect for the art of storytelling, but that awe and respect escalates just a tad for the short medium. Why? If I had to point to one thing in particular, I'd... Continue Reading →
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