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Does anyone have any good recs for MM Romances featuring Rugby or Aussie rules football players? Asking for me. Thanks! 😘

I got approved for an Audio review copy, and it's Kirt narrating! I'm so happy!! Now I'm going to listen and happily cry my eyes out!

Ok, I realize now that I was doing the math in the wrong direction...Nikolai is 19, almost 20, and Brandon is 23. Ok. Still pretty horrifying but it's far less horrifying than I thought it was.

“So how old are you, Nikolai?” my wife asks in a soft tone. “You look about Bran’s age.”
Bran swallows the mouthful of toast and grimaces. “He’s actually four years younger.” ... “Also, it’s only three and a half years. I’m going to be twenty in a couple of weeks.”
What. The. Fuck. They're TEENAGERS?!?!?! This isn't a dark romance, this is just fucked up. What.

This is a dumb book.

He tastes of lawless violence and forbidden temptation.
He tastes like my custom-made damnation.

I have to stop taking recommendations from randoms. I'm only listening to my friends on here from now on.

Teddy is the truth I never saw coming. The truth that I could want more from life, deserve more.

TF are y'all having this conversation in a room where caterer staff are present? Do y'all not realize the staff are human and have ears and can hear wtf you're talking about?!

What? That's it?

BOO HISS

Dude. I am so mad at this story right now. I genuinely don't know if I want to continue reading this.

He didn't tell his family?!?! You've got to be kidding me!!

Look, it may be juvenile, but I’ve been taking a “what they don’t know can’t hurt me” approach to this whole “I married a famous Swedish hockey player and have joint custody of his niece” thing. By not telling them I married Henrik, I get to spare myself the pain and humiliation of all the women in my life telling me I’ve made a terrible mistake.

And now we're using miscommunication as the plot driver. Great. Super fun for me. A person who despises miscommunication in stories. So glad someone recommended this book to me. (You're dead to me.)

Wait. How tf are we getting this dumb ESPN interview scene before we get a scene of Teddy telling his mother and sisters??

We’ll make this all go away.
She means me. I’m what will go away. Henrik getting clear of this mess means getting clear of me. And apparently, he can’t fucking wait.

This one's a real rollercoaster for me: One minute I'm really enjoying it, the next minute I am just absolutely frustrated by this plot. I sure hope it evens out to just being enjoyable at some point.

"You are challenging, chaotic, stimulating, exciting, energizing…” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Nothing I thought I wanted and everything I can’t live without."

We walked out side by side, but there was space between us now. I brushed against his shoulder, and his elbow ran into mine, but I couldn’t feel him anymore. All the vibrancy, the energy of him, the spark that dazzled me, seemed dimmer now. Subdued.

I usually looked like I’d crawled out of my own grave. Dejection had a way of sitting heavy on the skin.
He looked like he dined on happiness.
😫

We found and find each other time and again.
He is the beginning and end of every timeline.

I am his across any and every life. I will never let him go, not in any timeline, not in any reality, not in any version of our story.

Is he afraid I could possibly turn away from him? That I could ever tell him no, you’re not the pair to every part and piece of me, you’re not everything I’ve ever dreamed of?

“So who else knows?” Blair asks.
Hayes shrugs, scooping the burgers onto a plate. “Nah, only me. I’m the only one who’s been paying attention to you two. And no one is going to know about this from me, so as long as you guys cool your jets in public, you’re good. You two figure out what you want, then you can decide who knows what.”
Hayes is such a good friend. Love him!

His lips are rough against mine and urgent, like he’s been dying of thirst and I’m water.

Hope is a terrifying thing, rising in your throat after you’ve spent so long learning to live without it.

As long as I have this, as long as I have him, I can face anything, do anything, become anything. Even myself. So let the sea pull me out past the breakers and into the wild blue; with Blair wrapped around me, I am no longer afraid of how deep I might go. He is both tide and shore: every wave that threatens to swallow me ends up carrying me home to him.

His gaze stays locked on me. He’s got the ocean in his eyes, all those beautiful shades of blue swirled together. I want to look away, hide, and I also want to swan dive right into the center of that storm. Pure longing squeezes my chest.

I should not be bored at this point but I have not connected with either MC and I'm just bored.

Apparently, the cure to toxic masculinity is to show them how it feels to be talked about like a piece of meat.
You’re welcome, ladies.

“I loved being here!”

He’d worshiped at the altar of Rodney for four decades. Beautiful, obstinate man. How breathless he made Don feel, even now. Even after all this time.

The best revenge any queer person can get is to be happy.