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This is weird. I have this book, I think I’ve already read it because it was advanced to the end but it hasn’t been shelved properly & I don’t remember it.

Of fucking fuckbalks that was hard to read. Serious & necessary trigger warnings for that last bit.

“Strong men know when it’s okay to cry,” she said, her hand resting over his heart. Gray shattered and fell apart. Safe and loved. Through his sobs, he heard the murmured words of people who truly loved him. Telling him it was all right, now, to let go of some of the load. He could rest. He was safe. Safe.

Intricate & Enchanting.

Porn Without Plot. Smut? I am getting bored of the sex.

I don’t think my heart can take much more!

“Oh, Papa Bear,” he chokes out. “Please don’t be mad at me. I just went to get some help. I’m just a little guy. I can’t take care of you by myself. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

First was nothing and then there was everything. Otter held me as my body rocked and shook, and for the first time, I realized there was such a thing as good earthquakes, that as long as you have someone to tether you to them, the shifting of the world can be a wondrous thing. It still scared me shitless, but I wasn’t about to allow that to take him away from me. Not anymore.

Truth!!

Dear Gawd! I’m so busy happy crying over this story I almost missed my puppy asking to go outside! House training is serious business for a puppy!

“I don’t care who you are,” he tells me, his voice clear and strong. “I don’t care if you love differently than everyone else. It doesn’t matter because you’re still my brother.”

I’m not going to make it through this book unscathed.


“Because, Bear. You’ve taken care of me my whole life, practically, and I’m not big enough to take care of you yet. Otter is.”

Ugh. Gut punch in the feels.

Even if nothing ever comes of this, I want you in my life. Anywhere you go, I want to be there. I’ve missed you, Papa Bear. God, how I’ve missed you. I don’t want to miss you ever again.

That’s ok Bear, I tend to blubber nonsensically too.

This startles me from my thoughts, and I open my mouth and start sputtering nonsense, and he looks at me and shakes his head, asking for me to get the noodles out of the pantry. I do, still bubbling nonsensicals that are supposed to be forming coherent denials, but I think all I’m doing is making a lot of noise with my mouth.

Jeebus H. Cripes T.J. can rip you heart to shreds.

He said that he’d thought he’d lost his only chance to be happy. What had he meant by that?

Very simplistic and first person narrative. See Spot Run.

Shits getting real....

““Cry ‘havoc,’” I whispered as the wolves sang their songs around me, “and let slip the dogs of war.””

Damn. Just, damn.

“And deep in my head, along the frayed thread that stretched between us, I heard a wolf howling a song of the lost, trying to find his way home.”

I should have learned by now NOT to try to drink or eat anything while reading TJ Klune. I always end up snorting my drink or choking on my food.

“We got detention for three days after I started a food fight when I threw my milk carton at Rico’s head.”

I’m taking a break. I love these men but both series plus these shorts all together is a bit much.

Plus, if Snow & Jude had that kind of sex that often neither would be able to go to work.

Oh Gordo..

It hit hard. I said, “Wait.” I said, “Hold up.” I said, “Are you saying what I think you’re—” I said, “What.”

Already bring tears to my eyes.

“You leave in the morning. Don’t regret this, Gordo. Because if words are left unsaid, they will haunt you for the rest of your days.”

Im completely wrecked. Big lobby tears & snotty nose. TJ you SUCK!

For a moment he didn’t move, remaining stiff and unyielding. But then he sighed and did the most remarkable thing.

TJ, I adore you. You can break my heart & make me laugh at the same time. You are magic!

“It’s part of the Sam/Gary/Tiggy Friendship Pact of Love and Respect. Anytime someone has the balls to ask Gary about his horn directly, we have to perform the story.”

TEARS!

A moment to wish upon the stars. I have done everything you’ve asked of me. And I haven’t asked for much in return. I’m not the same person I once was. I know that. But please, let them see me for who I am. Let them love me just the same. I wish for that more than anything. They don’t have to forgive me for everything, not right away, but please. Just let them see me for who I am. I’m Sam. I’m Sam. I’m Sam.

Hey Old Friends! I have missed you!!

I’ve moved & settled in so now have time to read again!!

I hope everyone has been well & found 5 Star Books to read while I was gone!

Oh Sin. You poor man. Only Santino could make my heart hurt for a psychotic assassin.

“You’ve pretty much been my first everything, Boyd.”

Oh. My. Goodness! Don’t you fucking dare stop!

“Tell me.” “Please don’t fucking stop.”

I love it! Poor Boyd!

In the end, Boyd gave up trying to understand the thought process of the clearly drunken person who had written the recipe and just put the oil in a pot. Or pan. Or… whatever.

Can I kil her? Boyd’s mother needs to die horribly, painfully and slowly!

“I am finished with this conversation,” she said. “I expect marked improvement from you in the future. The Agency does not have time to deal with incompetent children and neither do I. Be thankful that I care enough about my reputation to sometimes protect yours. Dismissed.”

Godamn the tension! Boyd is self destructing and Hsin is so conflicted. Oh and, FUCK THE AGENCY WITH A HAND GRENADE!


When Carhart left, Boyd was right behind him. He did not look at anyone, or give them the opportunity to speak to him, before he left.

Me too. You are hurting Hsin!

Sin’s breath came in ragged pulls. “I wish I could hate you, Boyd.”