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Jul. 23rd, 2017 12:21 pm
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I'm 1700 words into my Captive Audience story. It's not due until 2 September, but I can already tell that it's likely to be long, so I guess having that time is good. I think this one will flow better during the writing than the second Pod Together story did. I might still hit a snag, but I'm hoping not.

My period finally started today after almost a month of off and on spotting. On the plus side, this makes having one on the 7th of August when I go in for the uterine ultrasound a lot less likely.

Scott's going to be working third shift this week and, probably, next. He originally thought that next week was his vacation, but I pointed out that that's actually another week further on. The only reason they didn't tell him to work third shift next week was that he told them he'd be on vacation. He emailed his boss to tell him of the error as soon as I told him (Scott didn't have access to his calendar right then). Third shift is down to four out of seven employees, and two of those left are supervisors who aren't supposed to run machines apart from covering for lunches and breaks. At other times, they move from machine to machine, making sure that everything's going okay and helping with whatever problem they judge most urgent.

Neither our nephew nor our niece were at the family gathering yesterday, so it was Cordelia and six adults. She retreated to the basement after dinner to read her book in isolation. I think she felt that four hours of being polite to adults was plenty.

I ended up sitting in the living room with Scott's father while Cordelia was in the basement and everyone else was out on the sun porch playing Ticket to Ride Europe. I didn't think it would be a good thing for us to sit in silence, so I initiated conversation, and we talked until the folks playing the game came back in. At that point, it was 9:00, and we were all ready to go home.

Challenge # 6

Jul. 23rd, 2017 04:13 pm
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Special #1 is closed now. We have eleven fills written by four authors for this round. Thanks to everyone for participating.

Challenge # 6

Writing period: 23.07.2017 - 30.07.2017

Pictures 11 & 12

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You have three options to work with the pictures.

- choose one picture to write one story
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- choose both pictures and try to bring them together in one story

Interpret the pictures in which way ever you like. As long as you can explain the connection between the picture and your work everything is fine.

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Arctic Restitution (Arctic Absolution #3) Lynn Kelling
Gay - Contemporary Romance
Series: Arctic Absolution
Paperback: 254 pages
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing (May 23, 2017)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1622343263
ISBN-13: 978-1622343263
Amazon: Arctic Restitution (Arctic Absolution #3) Lynn Kelling

As he approaches his twenty-second birthday, the three-year anniversary of the brutal attack in an alley that nearly cost him his life in a few different ways, Jaye Larson thinks he’s left behind the ghosts from his years spent incarcerated, but when he’s delivered a mysterious letter with terrifying implications, old monsters rear their ugly heads. His normal new life in remote Zus, Alaska, with his lover, Dixon Rowe, the heart of a found-family that supports Jaye in ways he’s never before dreamed possible, is threatened by old deals and ties he begins to fear may never be broken. While old alliances strive to draw Jaye backward, Dixon and the rest of their family are called to step up to keep him steady. When the letter turns out to be just the first clue in a chain leading both Jaye and Dixon back inside the walls of the Federal Corrections Institute of Sheridan, Oregon, all of them are left facing carefully-held secrets and terrible new truths that refuse to be ignored.
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Dangerous Urges Konrad Hartmann
Bisexual - Anthology / Collection / Alternative Universe/Reality
Paperback: 258 pages
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing (October 24, 2016)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1622343069
ISBN-13: 978-1622343065
Amazon: Dangerous Urges Konrad Hartmann

There are twisted alleys and dark corners in the world, the sorts of places most people never go, much less go looking for sex. But some people have urges light just can’t satisfy. From the master of horror erotica, Konrad Hartmann, comes Dangerous Urges -- an anthology of seven stories about the kinds of people who can only get what they need from shadowy places. Dangerous Urges starts with a modern tale of abuse, primal lusts, and recovery and ends with ancient Roman nobles with tastes more depraved than Caligula’s. In between these, you’ll encounter grave robbers, shark fanciers, mad patriarchs, eldritch abominations, and even a relatively ordinary necrophiliac. Follow Konrad Hartmann down a dark alley, and see what he has to show you back there. We promise you an unforgettable experience. Beyond that… You can’t say we didn’t warn you.
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Bring the Love (Gay Erotic Encounters Anthology) Dorla Moorehouse, E.E. Grey, Jacqueline Brocker, Jamie Freeman, Julian Keys, Kailin Morgan, Lynn Kelling, Olivia Stone, P.L. Ripley
Gay - Anthology / Collection / Erotica
File Size: 3766 KB
Print Length: 435 pages
Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing (June 27, 2017)
Publication Date: June 27, 2017
Amazon: Bring the Love (Gay Erotic Encounters Anthology) Dorla Moorehouse, E.E. Grey, Jacqueline Brocker, Jamie Freeman, Julian Keys, Kailin Morgan, Lynn Kelling, Olivia Stone, P.L. Ripley

There is something about the love of men for men that speaks to the heart. Masculinity in passion is more than muscle and attitude. It's in the mix of hardness and tenderness, the burning gaze and the soft caress. The struggle with expectation to be tough and the need to be vulnerable. There is something about these stories that show men opening–sometimes eagerly, sometimes reluctantly–to love.

For your pleasure, we offer you men who reclaim lost love, men who find themselves in the love of another man, and men who defy oppression for the sake of love. These are stories that show that an ending is not necessarily the end and that softness is not the same as weakness. In all, eleven stories of love and romance between men from ForbiddenFiction's top authors, including award-winners Julian Keys and Lynn Kelling. To you, our readers, we bring the love.
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So Sean Spicer's resigned (we all knew it was coming), Sessions discussed the Trump campaign and policy issues with Kisylak in 2016, and Trump looks like he's revving up to fire Mueller and Sessions and then pardon himself and his family for everything they've done ever.

And all I can focus on is this story that Sean Spicer stole a mini-fridge from junior White House staffers.
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Posted by m_findlow

Title: A window to the past
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Tosh, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 2,754 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 198 - Glass
Summary: Jack gives Tosh a gift which gives back in return.

'Should be around here somewhere,' Jack said slowing his pace, letting Tosh catch up to him and his long strides.

'It's always somewhere awkward, isn't it?' she asked, turning her body in a wide circle to take in the entirety of the park and all of its tall trees.

'Wouldn't be any fun if it just landed on our doorstep,' Jack replied, grinning. 'Come on, signal's getting stronger,' he said setting off again.

Tosh shone the beam of her torchlight out in front of Jack, lighting his way for him as he moved forward across the grass, making sure he didn't walk straight into any of the large oak trees, hindering the most direct route. This would've been easier in daylight, too, she thought, but if she'd learned anything in the past few months, it was that the rift was totally unpredictable and didn't keep to regular hours. Night and day didn't seem to have any meaning, and even her own hours were hardly what you'd call regular, which had taken some getting used to.

Whilst her mind was off elsewhere, contemplating the vindictiveness of the rift, she nearly slammed straight into the back of Jack, who'd come to a dead stop.

'Should be right on top of it, now. Start looking,' he said, pulling out his own torch, shining it around.

They searched the area for a good fifteen minutes, scouring every blade of grass and garden bed, but still they hadn't turned up anything.

'It should be here,' Jack said, kneeling down to reach under a small bush, double checking places he'd already looked. He growled. 'Damn thing is right under our noses, Tosh.'

She stared around, perplexed, leaning back against a big old oak, before realising her stupidity.



'What if it's not under our noses, but it's above us?' she said, pointing her torch skyward into the tree.

Jack dusted his hands off, standing up. 'Now we're talking.'

The lowest branch was well and truly out of their reach, even for Jack who was far taller than she was.

'Fancy climbing a tree?' Jack asked, already clasping his hands together to give her a leg up.

The added three feet was exactly enough for her to reach up and grab the lowest branch, pulling herself up with a little bit of help from Jack, now he that he had less of her weight to bear. She straddled the thick bough and pulled out her torch, Jack's own shining up so she could see better.

'Let's hope it's not too much higher up,' she said, scanning around, looking for anything out of place, whilst Jack roamed his own light around.

'Wait!' she called out. 'Move you light back just a bit, where it was.' Jack adjusted the angle, unable to see anything from where he was standing.

'You see something, Tosh?'

'Stop. There,' she said, pointing, spotting something glinting in the light. She reached for the main tree trunk, tentatively standing up on the branch so that she could use it to step up onto the next one. She just needed another foot or so of height to reach the object, nestled in the crook of two other branches.

'Be careful,' Jack warned.

She hoisted herself up, feeling a bit more secure with in foot firmly wedged in a narrow gap her, and her other hand holding firm to the branch. She wanted to laugh. She'd never been allowed to climb trees when she was little, for fear of falling and breaking bones, and now here she was, in her twenties, doing something she'd always considered naughty. And in the dark, too.

'Got it,' she said, wrapping a hand around the small, round object. She slipped it into her coat pocket, before beginning the more difficult task of clambering back down.

'I've got you,' Jack said, wrapping himself around her legs and helping lift her the rest of the way down to the ground.

'Good job,' he said, as she drew the object from her pocket, getting their first proper look at it.

'What is it?' she asked.

'Nothing harmful, thankfully. As for the rest, why don't I let you figure that out?'

'Really?' She loved puzzles, and Torchwood was good at providing them. Usually, Jack spent ages explaining to her what something was and how it worked, but of late, he'd begun letting her toy with things, analysing them to understand what they were. He never gave her anything dangerous, but he never gave her any clues either, which meant she had to go through what was becoming a standard set of tests, trying to narrow down the field of possibilities.

'Tomorrow,' he replied. 'It's late enough as it is without starting any new projects tonight.'

She grinned, knowing sleep would be hard to come by whilst she waited for morning.


She got up early, excited by the prospect of last night's find, barely stopping on her way to work except to pick up two takeaway coffees and a bag of danishes. A proper Torchwood breakfast.

'Knew you'd be up early,' Jack said, smiling and gratefully taking the proffered cup, shoving his hand into the bag and scoffing a large mouthful of pastry. He picked up the object off his desk and handed to it to her.

In the light of the hub, she got her first good look at it. It was perfectly round except for a small nodule at the top, which looked like it could be attached to a string or a chain, but which was now missing. More interestingly, it was light, and appeared to be made of some sort of glass, but even though it seemed hollow and transparent, it gleamed and glittered like it was covered in a dusting of stars.

'It's beautiful.'

'Not it's primary function, but you'll figure that out for yourself,' Jack replied. 'Should be a quiet day by all accounts.' He leaned in conspiratorially. 'Plenty of time for curious minds.'

She smiled back and left with the object.

Jack had given her some interesting equipment to use around the hub, most of it alien, but able to be used in much the same way as she would have used traditional scientific equipment. She checked the object for energy readings and radiation, sent it through the extraterrestrial version of an x-ray, subjected it to various light and sound waves, touched its surface looking for a reaction, suspended it in water, exposed it to heat and cold, but nothing she tried seemed to have any effect on it.

Puzzled, she knew Jack had the answer, but she wasn't ready to give in yet. She ran searches through their database, and when that came up with nothing, she trekked down to the cold, dark depths of their archives, pouring through dusty old files that hadn't yet made it into their computer systems. Still, she couldn't find any reference to anything of a similar description. She'd tried everything she could think of, but still there was no unlocking its mysteries. She picked it up off her desk and walked into Jack's office.

He looked up when she sat down and placed it on Jack's desk in amongst the other bizarre and curious objects that littered its surface.

'Figure it out?' he asked. He sounded genuine, which only vexed her more.

'I give up.'

'Give up?' he said, putting down his pen and looking at her. 'That's not like you.'

'I tried everything.'

He reached over and pulled her hand towards him, placing the glass ball in her hand. 'Just hold it for a minute.'

She closed her fingers around it and waited, but nothing happened. 'I'm sorry, Jack,' she apologised.

'Huh,' he said, frowning, taking it from her and holding it in his own hand for a minute.

'That's odd. Shoulda worked,' he said, holding it up to the light and examining it. He stood up and walked out of his office, headed for Tosh's desk, and she followed him. He placed it under one of their larger microscopes and began twirling it around, adjusting the focus until it came into view.

'Ah ha. That explains it,' he said, stepping back and letting her take a look for herself. When she took off her glasses and peered through the lens, she saw the slim crack, magnified a hundred times.

'It's broken?' she asked.

'Yup. Explains why nothing happened.'

'So... what was it supposed to do?'

'It's a memory bank. Kind of like a time capsule for memories, a scrapbook for thoughts, a repository for storing the most complex kind of energy there is. I was hoping there might be something interesting in there, but the contents must have leaked out through the crack.'

'Why would someone make something so valuable so delicate?'

Jack picked it up and tossed it idly in the air. It only looks breakable like glass. They're pretty resilient, actually. Would've taken a battering to crack it, even a tiny little gap like that. Then the memories would have slowly leaked out; fifty years, maybe a hundred, unless of course it was out in space, in which case the vacuum would've sucked them out in a heartbeat.'

'So this used to contain someone's memories?'

'Yup. Gone now, though, which is a shame,' he said, passing it back to her. She touched it gently, admiring its beauty.

He watched her, folding his arms over. 'Keep it,' he said.

'Really?' She'd never been allowed to take anything outside of Torchwood. It was all part of the rules.

Jack shrugged. 'Why not? Doubt we've got the technology to fix it. Might make a nice ornament to hang on the Christmas tree, but apart from that, it's not much good for anything now. A pretty gift for a pretty gal.'

He made his leave and she continued to stand there, tracing the glittering surface with her fingers.


Ianto pulled the box down from their attic roof, easing back down the short step ladder with it cradled in his arms. He could already feel the cold draft disappearing as he stepped back into the warmth of the hall, carrying the box back downstairs.

He sighed as he set it down, looking at the sad little pine, green and bushy, yet lacking any sort of adornment. It just wasn't a Christmas tree without tinsel and decorations and lights.

He peeled back the packing tape off the lid of the box, which had kept it carefully dust and moth free, lifting the lid and pulling out the contents. Inside was a string of golden tinsel, a box a fairy lights, and two smaller boxes of ornaments.

The lights went on the tree first, plugging them in to make sure they worked, replacing broken bulbs, watching them twinkle. Then he knelt down on the carpet to open the box of ornaments, laying them out. He looked at the second box with trepidation. They weren't his decorations. He'd found them when he'd been packing up Toshiko's apartment months ago. He wouldn't let anyone else help him with the task. They'd all suffered enough as it was, yet Torchwood policy remained. Everything had to be packed up and locked away, forever. This was something he needed to do.

It wasn't strictly kosher, taking stuff, but he'd spotted them and decided that he wanted them, something to remember her, and to remember why they kept doing what they did. He spread them out on the floor, organising them into neat piles of colours. He nearly laughed at the thought of Owen trimming a tree. There'd been no decorations hiding in his cupboards. Maybe if he and Tosh had ever... He pushed the thought away.

One of the ornaments caught his eye. It was silvery glass, sparkling and beautiful, and completely on its own, with no others to match it, singularly unique. He held it in his hand and got lost in its remarkable shimmer.


'Ianto, I'm home!' Jack called out, feet pounding heavily through the door. 'You won't believe the crazies out there. Give me a sewer full of weevils over the shops at Christmas any day.'

He dumped the bags in the hall and went looking for Ianto, who had yet to reply. He found him on the floor in their living room, kneeling in front of the tree.

'Hey, I thought we agreed to decorate the tree together this year?' Jack said.

Ianto didn't respond; didn't even turn around at Jack's voice.

'Earth to Ianto?' Jack said, stepping closer and waving a hand in front of his face, before seeing the red eyes and tear streaked cheeks.

'Ianto, what's wrong?' Jack said, kneeling down next to him.

Ianto tried to force the words out, but they wouldn't come. Instead more tears began to fall.

'Hey,' Jack said, wrapping him up tight in a hug. 'Whatever it is, it's okay,' he said, rocking him gently.

When he finally pulled back, he saw the glittering ball clutched in Ianto's hand and his breath caught in the back of his throat, recognising it. He picked it up by the silvery string and held it aloft. He looked down and saw the small white box, with the words "christmas decorations", written on top in small, familiar neat print. Ianto lifted a hand and, very unlike him, wiped his nose on his sleeve, sniffing loudly.

'I saw,'

'I know,' Jack said, sparing Ianto from having to say anything more. His clever Toshiko, he thought. She'd managed to fix it after all.

He stood up and reached down to help Ianto up as well, leading them over to the sofa, where Ianto gratefully curled up next to Jack.

'Can I see?' Jack asked.

Ianto sniffed again, wrapping his arms around Jack and resting his head on his shoulder, giving a slight nod. Jack dropped it into his palm and curled his fingers around it.


When he closed his eyes, he saw the world through Toshiko's eyes, and felt her feelings as if they were his own. He saw her grandfather's eightieth birthday party, Toshiko surrounded by all of her family, laughing and chatting, and the feeling of relief that she'd even made it home at all to see it; waiting out in the cold for a cab on Christmas Eve, kissing Owen under the mistletoe she'd kept in her pocket, hoping to use it all day long, but being too shy, until she'd finally drunk enough to throw caution to the wind; Jack handing her the keys to her brand new flat in Cardiff, only hours after he'd busted her out of prison, still unsure what her new life had in store for her, but somehow knowing she could trust Jack; walking with her mother and father amongst the cherry blossom trees when she was five, pale pink petals showering them as she swung between their hands; the excitement of pulling her first ever casserole out of the oven, feeling proud that she'd so far managed living on her own, even if it meant having the same leftovers for a week; sitting around the boardroom table at the hub with the team, eating Chinese, laughing at Jack's ridiculous stories, Owen pulling faces at the rude bits and Ianto trying not to blush; standing with her mother at the port as they waved off the enormous naval cruiser and her father off on his latest posting, promising he'd be back before they knew it, but knowing she'd miss him every day until he came back; sitting on the roof of the Millennium Centre with Ianto on a sunny afternoon, throwing paper planes with silly messages on them like "call your mother, she loves you" and "eat more vegetables", watching them gliding on the wind, knowing no one would ever think to look for them up here.


As the images faded, Jack felt a wetness on his cheek, brushing it away with the back of his hand. He couldn't tell how long he'd been sitting there, only that Ianto hadn't moved. He let out a shuddering breath.

'I gave her this many years ago. It was broken, but my sweet, clever Toshiko fixed it. She never even told me. I always knew she'd figured it out one day.'

Ianto just hugged him tighter without saying a word. Christmas just wouldn't be the same this year without them. Jack considered the sparkling bauble in his hand.

'I think this should go right on the top of the tree, don't you? Who needs a star when we've got this?'

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Haven’s Fall (Rebel Mage #2) Elizabeth A. Schechter
Asexual - Fantasy
Series: Rebel Mage
Paperback: 388 pages
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing (December 6, 2016)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1622343085
ISBN-13: 978-1622343089
Amazon: Haven’s Fall (Rebel Mage #2) Elizabeth A. Schechter

Haven had been their goal since escaping the destruction of the School. Haven had promised safety, rest, an end to running and death. But things had gone badly wrong in the mountains. Tam and Linnea had to leave Matthias and Solomon behind to face the Elders, hoping to return for them once they’d found Haven. The reality does not live up to the promise. Isolated and dying, Haven fears outsiders almost more than it needs new blood. With only the griffon Dancer and the human healer Ilane for allies, Tam and Linnea fear that Haven’s rulers will prevent them from going back for their friends—then fire rains down from the sky, and things became so much worse for everyone.
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Becoming Kerry Lynn Kelling
Transgender - Romantic Comedy
File Size: 967 KB
Print Length: 456 pages
Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing (August 8, 2017)
Publication Date: August 8, 2017
Amazon: Becoming Kerry Lynn Kelling

Kerry Sanderson’s life is falling apart. He’s crushing himself to fit into the boxes others have put him in: dutiful son, good boyfriend, real man. But even the small rebellions he’s fought for himself—moving into a sketchy part of town and becoming an exotic dancer—aren’t giving him the freedom he needs. Ewyn Garrity, a security guard at the gay club where Kerry dances, has found himself in protecting others. Everyone thinks he’s straight, but Ewyn doesn’t fit into simple boxes, either. When he meets Kerry, he makes a not completely innocent offer of company after work.

Ewyn and Kerry hit it off, each finding something he desperately needs in the other. But when Kerry is forced to confront the pain and self-doubt that keep him crushed in his boxes, he’s afraid that no one, not even Ewyn, will be able to love who he is when he finally, truly becomes Kerry.
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You Complicate Me Alicia Wag
Bisexual - Romantic Comedy
Paperback: 162 pages
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing (September 17, 2016)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1622343026
ISBN-13: 978-1622343027
Amazon: You Complicate Me Alicia Wag

Annemarie Fitch has it all. She has a great job at The Sentinel, the swankiest hotel in town, and is about to marry her sexy fiance, Richard Samson. Everything is perfect until Richard suddenly gets cold feet, saying he needs time to think. Perhaps Richard is distracted from their wedding plans by Lilah, Annemarie's carefree, bisexual, polyamorous best friend. When a distressingly attractive record company executive named Zachary Link starts hitting on her, Annemarie finds herself torn between temptations and suspicions. The ring on Zach's finger has Annemarie contemplating unexplored alternatives. Lilah is similarly torn, feeling guilty drawn towards Richard, and inexplicably attracted to the shy baker, Chad, who works in her pastry kitchen at the Sentinel. Lilah isn't used to hesitating about her desires, but Chad is monogamous, and Richard is, well, Richard. Is she ready to give up her other lovers if either of them return her interest? What if they both do?! Annemarie and Lilah find themselves understanding each other more, as their lives and lovers grow ever more complicated.

Home and abroad

Jul. 23rd, 2017 12:00 pm
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We had a lot of catching up to do with J: she has been house-hunting, she has been on holiday. So we invited her to dinner last night, and to stay the night, so that she could tell us all about it. As a result, [personal profile] durham_rambler has spent the morning searching the internet for information about the property with which she has fallen in love, and I have been looking for information about Trieste, which sounds like a good place to visit.

With that in mind, an interesting piece in the WSJ and Trieste Tourist Office. Best coffee in Italy, allegedly.

J didn't come empty handed. She brought me a blue shirt, passed on to her by F., and not quite right (there was a reason, but I've forgotten it): it is a shade of blue which always makes me think of GirlBear, so it may not have reached its destination yet - we shall see. Also the last remains of a putizza, a characteristic cake from Trieste and Slovenia which combines innocuous looking panettone with nodules of concentrated essence of Christmas cake, to which chocolate has been added. And half a panettone, which we didn't touch last night, and divided up this morning. I shall make bread-and-butter pudding tonight (without the butter).
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Bare Lynn Kelling
Gay - Contemporary Romance
Paperback: 310 pages
Publisher: Fantastic Ficton Publishing (November 15, 2016)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1622343107
ISBN-13: 978-1622343102
Amazon: Bare Lynn Kelling

Ev Myers was looking for trouble when he signed up to do nude art modeling, but he wasn’t expecting this much trouble. All he’d wanted to do was rebel against the moral limits of his strict religious family and the PR requirements of his father’s senate seat. He saw how much bigger his world could be when Professor Adam Buchanan opened Ev to new passions and new experiences But when Ev's family learned how far he had gone, they decided to resort to kidnapping and brainwashing to save their son from sin and scandal—even if it kills him.
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Edge of a Knife (Flame Cycle) James L. Wolf
Bisexual - Fantasy
Series: Flame Cycle
Paperback: 228 pages
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing (March 29, 2017)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1622343204
ISBN-13: 978-1622343201
Amazon: Edge of a Knife (Flame Cycle) James L. Wolf

Daniil LaChance grew up hard on the streets of the city-state of Allistair. A chance meeting with the shapeshifting Flame known as Knife changes everything when Knife takes Daniil as her apprentice. The promise of initiation as one of the sexual mystics of the goddess Pelin turns Daniil’s life from one of poverty and desperation to one of magic and mystery — and made possible the renewal of a love affair that has lasted many lifetimes. But this opportunity has come in dark times. Mob violence and murder sparked by the resentment of an aggrieved merchant threaten to literally drown the Flame, extinguishing them from the face of Uos. The Emperor stands aside, allowing the killings to go on for his own political gain, leaving the few surviving Flame to provide for their own safety. Daniil and Knife stand alone in the face of a world spurred to genocidal violence, desperately seeking a way to insure the survival of their kind. Knife has a plan, complex and risky, but there’s so much that she’s held back from her apprentice that Daniil doesn’t find it easy to trust his mentor. Daniil must make an impossible choice: Will he initiate as Flame and risk horrible death at the hands of the mob? Or will he go on hiding forever in miserable safety, trapped in an identity he has always known is not his true self?
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Backstroke (Olympic Passions #3) E.E. Grey
Gay - Contemporary Romance
Series: Olympic Passions
Paperback: 242 pages
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing (April 23, 2017)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1622343247
ISBN-13: 978-1622343249
Amazon: Backstroke (Olympic Passions #3) E.E. Grey

Nik isn’t looking for love when he takes a summer internship at Hot Shot Sports magazine - in fact, it’s the last thing on his mind - but when Tiernan, a handsome Olympic hopeful, offers a distraction from the stress of life, he has to decide if he wants to take full advantage, or if he’s just using Tiernan as an excuse to forget about his problems. After a disastrous Olympic trials four years ago, Tiernan is determined to stay focused this time around. He can’t afford any distractions, but the cute photographer documenting his Olympic progress might just be worth the risk.


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