Harvest Moon by Megan Slayer
Fiction about gay guys, in ways that women wish all gay guys would be.
Fiction about gay guys, in ways that women wish all gay guys would be.
I can’t help thinking of a particularly mean line from Ingrid Michaelson’s Boys Chase Girls while reading this.
There’s really such a thing as too much perfection.
Years of dumb drama erased by a single thrust of, er. communion. Romance, baby!
Blessed be the dead old people whose passing brings heroes and heroines together.
Now this is one way to make an exit from a cancelled line!
This is the best Jayne Ann Krentz story I’ve read in a while!
For a short story, this one sure sends out so many contradictory messages!
Imagine fighting with some trashy tramp over a douchebag that barely respects you. What can beat such fun?
Talk about a trashfire.