I Female from the United Kingdom,married with two kids and a ton of animals.
I'm firmly stuck in the MM romance genre and write reviews on Goodreads,Amazon UK, and do guest reviews on a blog.
Looking forward to connecting with other readers who like to read about Boys loving Boys.
“I’ve been incomplete without you. You’re the only one I ever needed, and the only one I will ever need. No one else would do.”
“It’s just, I’ve loved you for so long, David. I really didn’t think you felt the same way.”
“I don’t know what this thing between us is,” Murdo said, and he sounded genuinely bewildered. “But I can’t give it up. I can’t give you up.”
"Bankers like to think they are special.Court them.They like a bit of foreplay before you bend them over for the deal."
I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth.(...)
We were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.
I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.
If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.
As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.
Achilles was looking at me. “Your hair never quite lies flat, here.” He touched my head, just behind my ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how I like it.”
He is half of my soul, as the poets say.(...)
The way his hair looked in summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.
Maybe love was choosing to believe that it would all work out in the end.
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"Sometimes I think it's impossible for two people to be so closely connected.Maybe we've met in a different life."
My reviews are posted on DirtyBooksObsession
"Every time i think of you,it always turns out good...
I stumbled across this one quite by accident after seeing a friend's status update and I just knew from the beginning this was going to be special.This Author can write and I'm still surprised by how many wonderful MM Authors that are out there that don't have more recognition.
I feel as though I'm repeating myself here but if you're interested in reading this don't read reviews because quite a few give indications about the subject matter.
This one completely stole my heart
It starts with a strange sexual encounter that will connect two characters and have a profound effect on their young lives.
Everett is beautiful,popular,enigmatic and has an easy charm about him.
Reid is a bit awkward,no one really sees him.
Their story is quite beautiful but not always easy to read but I just loved it.I read this in one sitting,I couldn't read it fast enough.Trust me,even if YA isn't your thing but you love MM ,this one will captivate you,“There are so many things we can’t do, places we can’t be ourselves. Here,” his upward glance drew me to the dark tree branches, oaks mostly, canopied above us, “God sees us and likes it.”But, you know, I hope you don’t mind me calling you my boyfriend. I’m not sure what we are, except you’re the most important person to me.(...)
…” I couldn’t explain how he’d inspired me, driven me to grow, and by loving him love myself. “(...)
“Are you happy?” “Every time I think of him.” Helen folded a sweater and said, “I guess people who are meant to be together will always find their way.”
And that last quote really is what this book is about
I can't really put into words how much I loved this book.The story is narrated by Reid but at no point did I feel the need to hear Everett's voice because Reid's voice is really all you need here.
It's a powerful story.A powerful love with all the insecurities that are inevitable with young love.
Highly Recommended.
I was a walking,talking cliche--the gay man secretly pining for his straight best friend.
In this house it was just Mike and Momma.No one needed to know what kinky fuckery they were up to
"You're a bad boy.What if the neighbors knew of this? They'd get dirty ideas(...)"
Cal lived in his silver cage, though his heart had outgrown it years ago.(...)
She deserved to know that I loved what had only ever been a chore to her.
“I think about you constantly. I wake up thinking about you. I fall asleep thinking about you. I’m always wondering what’s on your mind. I wish I could constantly hear your impressions. I think about what sort of gifts you would like, or places we could travel together. Even after we’ve been in bed ... (...)
Every song I hear seems to be about you. My hand doesn’t want to draw anything else. If I pick up an instrument, it’s you I’m playing for. When I’m working out, I’m thinking about the way you look at my body, how much I like it. I think about you more than I think about God now. So what else would I write about?”
The problem with second-guessing yourself is that you usually do it too late.