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 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.