Where Fiction and Reality Meet
I think I’ve found a new obsession and their names are Rickey and G-Man. Actually, her name is Poppy Z. Brite, so yeah, she made me love these boys; I’ll give credit where credit is due, but Rickey and G-Man are the reason I’ll keep coming back for more until there is no more left... Continue Reading →
I think I’ve found a new obsession and their names are Rickey and G-Man. Actually, her name is Poppy Z. Brite, so yeah, she made me love these boys; I’ll give credit where credit is due, but Rickey and G-Man are the reason I’ll keep coming back for more until there is no more left... Continue Reading →
I want to see this series animated. Can someone get right on that, please? Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever read an Urban Fantasy that begs to be Manga-ized more than the Josh of the Damned series does. It’s like waking up on Saturday morning as a kid and getting to watch Scooby Doo, except... Continue Reading →
I want to see this series animated. Can someone get right on that, please? Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever read an Urban Fantasy that begs to be Manga-ized more than the Josh of the Damned series does. It’s like waking up on Saturday morning as a kid and getting to watch Scooby Doo, except... 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 →
It’s said the opposite of love is not hate, nor is the opposite of hate love. The passion behind both emotions is too connected and too keen for them to be entirely contrary to each other. Crimes of passion, after all, have been committed in the name of both love and hate. Sometimes it’s difficult... Continue Reading →
It’s said the opposite of love is not hate, nor is the opposite of hate love. The passion behind both emotions is too connected and too keen for them to be entirely contrary to each other. Crimes of passion, after all, have been committed in the name of both love and hate. Sometimes it’s difficult... Continue Reading →
That which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, but that which can kill us makes us reclusive, as crippled by our own fears and doubts and insecurities and guilt as by the physical limitations of a body that, after years of hedonism and neglect, is taking out its revenge on Benjamin Lethbridge. It doesn’t seem... Continue Reading →
That which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, but that which can kill us makes us reclusive, as crippled by our own fears and doubts and insecurities and guilt as by the physical limitations of a body that, after years of hedonism and neglect, is taking out its revenge on Benjamin Lethbridge. It doesn’t seem... 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 →
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 →
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 →
So, it’s really no big secret that I find Matty diLorenzo and his big, burly lover Vic Braunson utterly shmooptastic. In "me-speak" that means their relationship is like a milk chocolate outside with a sweet, creamy, marshmallowy center, and I just want to curl up under a blanket and gorge myself on them because, really,... Continue Reading →
So, it’s really no big secret that I find Matty diLorenzo and his big, burly lover Vic Braunson utterly shmooptastic. In "me-speak" that means their relationship is like a milk chocolate outside with a sweet, creamy, marshmallowy center, and I just want to curl up under a blanket and gorge myself on them because, really,... Continue Reading →
Faron Weaver and Greg Aubuchon are on sabbatical from the lives they knew growing up, from the religion that taught them there was no place for them and those like them. They’re living in plain sight of their God, attempting to contain and translate and find purpose within His plan while, at the same time,... Continue Reading →
Faron Weaver and Greg Aubuchon are on sabbatical from the lives they knew growing up, from the religion that taught them there was no place for them and those like them. They’re living in plain sight of their God, attempting to contain and translate and find purpose within His plan while, at the same time,... 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 →
If you ask one man why he climbed a mountain, he may simply answer, “Because it was there.” Ask another man why he climbed the same mountain, however, and he may tell you that it was a spiritual journey, a personal challenge, an ascension toward heaven that, as he reached the summit of that mountain,... Continue Reading →
If you ask one man why he climbed a mountain, he may simply answer, “Because it was there.” Ask another man why he climbed the same mountain, however, and he may tell you that it was a spiritual journey, a personal challenge, an ascension toward heaven that, as he reached the summit of that mountain,... Continue Reading →
Book Title: Incognito Author: Miho Li Genre: Contemporary, Erotica, Male/Male Words: 25,377 Book Description: "When Ren sees the new transfer student—Shin, black hair, storm-cloud-gray eyes, and more beautiful than any guy had a right to be—he makes it his mission to get to know him. Too bad Shin is about as sociable as fungus, and... Continue Reading →
Book Title: Incognito Author: Miho Li Genre: Contemporary, Erotica, Male/Male Words: 25,377 Book Description: "When Ren sees the new transfer student—Shin, black hair, storm-cloud-gray eyes, and more beautiful than any guy had a right to be—he makes it his mission to get to know him. Too bad Shin is about as sociable as fungus, and... Continue Reading →
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