Just thinking about him and how he handles his aversion to touch makes me wanna abandon this review and reread the book instead.
I miss cozying up with a book and forgetting everything but the story.
So why not try to visualize the perfect setting for me to find my way back into my preferred way of escaping reality?
I really don’t know how I am supposed to write a coherent review of Vindicta when I’m still flailing, fangirling, and squealing over it three months after having it read.
I dreaded writing this review because I can’t say anything nice about it.
Since we’re all staying home as much as possible anyway, what better way to spend my time than to reread my favourite books? And if you don’t know these books now is your chance to spend some quality time with queer quarantine reading.
I’ve got a love-hate-relationship with this one, because I like the MC but this book really has some issues that I’m not okay with.
The things we hide at home is a kink-positive BDSM-themed MM Romance with a side order of Thriller. It has own-voices trans and queer representation.
And I really love Jess’ POV because her emotions are just a mess. Years ago she grieved her husband, but got up and made a life for herself.
Because seriously… This huge-rough-on-the-outside-but-so-very-gentle-on-the-inside-red-teddy-bear has taken my reader’s heart within a few sentences.
I was so very excited, because Ice Hockey, fake relationship turning real, and a female pairing – I mean, what’s not to love? Apparently a lot.