For whatever reason, I’ve been finding it harder to get into novel-length stories lately and easier to just let myself bask in the wonder of watching my favorite characters get together approximately 19,384,947 times. And this is coming from a person who’s been in a serious fiction-reading drought lately (if we don’t count fanfiction, which some people don’t). Like, had to seriously think hard to come up with anything to discuss that I didn’t love about it. And what they have-no matter how right it feels-can’t last. Because Toby is too young, too intense, too easy to hurt. The problem is, while Laurie will surrender his body, he won’t surrender his heart. He wants to make him hurt, he wants to make him beg, he wants to make him fall in love. But he knows, with all the certainty of youth, that he wants Laurie. Toby doesn’t know who he wants to be or what he wants to do. Six years on from his last relationship, he’s pushing forty and tired of going through the motions of submission. Laurence Dalziel is worn down and washed up, and for him, the BDSM scene is all played out.
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