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.
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.
But there are enough in Eight Kinky Nights and for that I am thankful. Definitely sad too because having to be thankful that you or parts of yourself are being represented in a good and healthy way is not okay.
But can a relationship with four such different men even work? Men who kill for a living? Men so full of contradictions?
It’s so rough but so poetic at the same time.
Every once in a while you come across a book that sounds kinda interesting but you don’t know if you should really read it.
Lila Mina manages to not just capture me the way she did with the first book I fear she will never let me go again.
A very raw (in the best sense) erotica and finally one that manages to be dark without being abusive.
Jack and Isaac are wonderful in breaking through clichés. Jack especially is not what you expect.
Okay, so if you know me or my blog at all you know what big of an advocate of consent I am, whether it’s outside of bdsm or inside bdsm.