My friend John has always been a massive help to me with the Stockholm Syndrome books, with advice and ideas and cheering on and more support than anyone else in the world. Anyone who's read them only did because John kept me writing :)

Anyway, he's just published his novella When the Music Stops, so I wanted to post a recommendation because I think some people on here will be really into it. More details about how much I love it and why in my review, but don't read it if you're bothered by spoilers.

Non-spoilery version: it's an erotic historial m/m romance set in a Victorian lunatic asylum, about a blossoming relationship between a doctor and a patient. If you think that sounds massively inappropriate... you're right. Obviously it is. :P But it's not straightforward wrongness - the details and layers in this thing are immense, and if you're as into repressed self-loathing Englishmen as I am (coughLINDSAYcough) you really can't do much better than Dr Archer. He is wound up so tight it ACHES. Oof. But it's still a really sweet, tender love story with fascinating, flawed, surprising characters, as well as being properly terrifying (the idea of lobotomies and the other godawful things those doctors used to do to their patients kind of gives me panic attacks), and HOT AS ALL HELL. Bonus points for Victorian religious guilt and frilly nightshirts. Swoooooon.

So yeah... please give it a go, because I think it's brilliant!