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It was honestly kind of a rush, having everyone watching me. When I was stripping, I wasn’t the pastor’s kid who’d fucked up, or the single dad who was always late for drop-off, or the guy who slept through his alarm. I was the hot guy, and everybody wanted me.

Wow, this is the best start of a mm romance I've seen in a long time.

He's channelling Galadriel, I love it :-)

Noah's chair scraped against the linoleum as he leaned forward. "You'll break both your hearts if you do this."

Come on, Noah could volunteer. Ten minutes of anal sex to save Ethan's soul from damnation. That's what best friends are for.

"You know, there's always been an obvious solution."
He never liked to think about it, but now was the time to consider all his options seriously.
"What do you mean?" Mal asked.
"I could just sleep with someone I don't love."

That's genius! It would totally break the contract. Will he do it, though?

"But Ethan, I can't stay here indefinitely."
"Don't you have to watch over me until I lose my virginity?"

"I suppose that's true," Mal allowed.

...20 years later: They're still sitting on that sofa, drinking coffee. ;-))

"Our deal is that… um…" Damn it, how could Ethan say this with a straight face? "He gets my soul if I lose my virginity to the man I love."

Noah stared at him. "That's what you sold your soul for? Sex?"

"Not sex! The sex isn't the important part!"
Noah continued to stare at him, and Ethan couldn't blame him.

Hmm, interesting. So far, Mel doesn't realize that he could make Ethan fulfill his contract by being the man Ethan loses his virginity to. Or does "man" mean it must be a human? Right now, Ethan is willing to serve his soul on a silver platter if Mel jumps into bed with him.

As a romance, I find this book pretty mediocre, but the supernatural aspects are very well done. It reminds me a lot of the universe of Beetlejuice, just that our demon Mel is a rather sexy hunky demon. The bureaucracy of hell is very Tim Burton here, though. I love it.

For six years, William had thought he’d never see Guy again. He’d joined the order to do penance for his sins, for the one fault he’d never been able to fix, and to escape the politics, the rumours and whispers, and a passion he’d never been able to cut from his heart. Now, in the land of promise, on the same earth on which the Son of God had walked, he faced the madness again, and his lover’s feverish blue eyes.

Why? Why is this just a short story... It's so good. I would LOVE to read so much more about William Raven.

“No, William. Did you hear what I said about lions? A lion seeks an equal. But I’m not a squire.” His lips curved in amusement. “I was, but a long time ago. When I take you to my bed, I will not take a squire.”


Oh, someone's getting knighted tonight.

I started this because I wanted to see the sexual exploits between a lord and his squire. But the plot is actually pretty darn good. The short crime plot wraps up nicely.

I find this book surprisingly realistic considering it's a gay romance set in the 12th century. Like a mild Game of Thrones with gay sex.

After more than 10 years, I am currently re-reading "Dark Edge of Honor" by Aleksandr Voinov.
I am simply blown away. If you enjoyed Special Forces, make sure to read this. Sergei reminds me so much of a young Vadim -who is my favorite character ever - and I cannot get over how much this book captivates me.

“That’s just it, Dad. I don’t want to work for you. I love research. I’m going to be an academic.”
He groans. “Swear to God, can’t you just be gay? Do you have to be an academic, too? It’s like a dagger through the heart.”

This is so good. What an amazing story.

They might not yet realize it, but Luke is the perfect son in law for Keaton's father. He's interested in exactly the kind of finance stuff that Keaton's dad is trying to force on his unwilling son.

Aaaw, Keaton Hayworth III is actually quite a decent guy, I love him <3

“You’re shitting me,” Keaton Hayworth III hisses. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“I don’t know,” I snarl. “Is it? You tell me.”

Now it's getting interesting...

“A... mojo makeover?” I’m so confused right now. “Is that a spa treatment?”
“No!” she shrieks. “I mean sex, Keaton. We’re in a rut. I thought I would suggest a threesome, and you’d realize we needed to put some more effort into the bedroom. You could have just bought sexy handcuffs and edible massage oil.”

This comes along as a light romance story, but it's kinda sad if you think about it. No matter what happens, he will soon realize that the guy he is chatting and sexting with is a guy he can't stand in real life. And to make matters worse, he's so looking forward to making some "socially acceptable" gay experiences by doing that three-way with a hot guy and now his girlfriend wants to cancel it. LOL. Poor Keaton.

This is kind of fascinating. These guys are so far away from liking each other, yet they're sexting through anonymous hook up profiles. I'm just waiting for the moment they realize...

I'm not sure if I will go through with this book, but I got the sample and the premise of a rich elite college student whose girlfriend wants a threesome, so he looks for a third guy and chats up a male stripper who attends the same college on a scholarship? That so random, it really caught my interest, LOL.

“You didn’t?”
“No. Don’t get me wrong—we will. And very soon, I’m guessing. I mean, I’ve never had a dick down my throat, but it can’t be that much different than a banana, right? Greg’s definitely a two-biter, but I’m gonna work on it. You know I love a challenge.”
Jason’s face is pinched. “Who’s Greg?”

He named Joey's penis 'Greg', because he's... gregarious, LOL.

“Okay, yeah. Just be patient with me. I mean, I don’t even know how to take dick, dude. I’m pretty sure I’ll need to stretch a lot first. Like really warm up, you know? Because fuck. Things are tight back there.”
Oh, Jesus. “You’d want to try that?” I ask, pretty sure my voice sounds like gravel by now.
“Yeah, man. I want to try everything with you. Just, uh…maybe we can ease into the masterclass-level stuff."

Brad’s tongue comes out to play first, licking a broad swipe up the length of the corn dog—base to tip—in an effort to collect the ketchup that’s dripping down the side. Before retreating, said tongue flicks across the top, a sight that has me stifling a groan. And then, if that wasn’t enough, he proceeds to stuff half the thing in his mouth like there’s a medal at stake for eating it in as few bites as possible.

If this were real, he’d already be naked. I’d hold him here as I showered him with affection. I’d take his cock into my mouth, let him thrust his hips, but I’d control the pace, not allowing him to come until he’d been edged for long enough that his orgasm would be crushing in its intensity. He’d shake and shiver in my arms, falling apart for me and me alone.

This boudoir photoshoot thing is crazy, but the author really sells this. Wow, it's an amazing scene.

There’s a difference between helping someone who’s curious to explore their sexuality and outright disrespecting a person’s spoken truth. But Brad has given me the green light to touch him during a goddamn boudoir photoshoot while we’re in our underwear, and I’m not going to pass up that chance.

This is so good. It's actually quite a fresh trope, I don't remember reading anything like it before.