My friend John T. Fuller's novella When the Music Stops has been getting a bit of attention lately so I'm boosting the signal: please read this story! The subject matter probably isn't for everyone (doctor/patient), but he never glosses over how inappropriate it is, which gives it proper depth and realistic drama instead of just being a cheap pulpy trope, and he writes so so beautifully it kills me. He is a genius.

Quote: (not really a spoiler but tagging anyway just in case people don't want to read ahead)

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“Archer tries not to think of his own state of purity, physically unsullied, yet now spiritually beyond redemption, his thoughts plagued by lithe limbs and brilliant blue eyes. Doctor Archer has never really understood women, nor has he ever had time for courtship; this is a sacrifice he has willingly made for his career. He thought - believed - for most of his adult life that his vocation was to tend the sick of mind. Romance was a frivolity, carnal urges something he successfully sublimated, resisting the drive to spoil himself. Now, in the overbearing loneliness of his 4am bed he touches himself in secret, panting and hungry and stunned by shame”

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GO NOW! Unlike my books, which I've stillll not got round to sorting, it's available in formats that don't make people want to smash their readers. ;) I will get mine reformatted, I swear, as soon as life calms down and I get more than 0.7 spare seconds a day.