Kimmers' Taboo Tuesday Read: July 19, 2016
I want to take the opportunity this Taboo Tuesday and talk about the Goodreads group, M/M Romance.
If you are not a member of Goodreads, or this group in particular, then you are missing out on many opportunities. Opportunities such as book discussions, buddy reads, reading challenges, contests, connecting with your favorite authors, and last but not least, as there is lot's more: FREE READS!
Free reads that often times include taboo stories such as the ones I give you today.
These tales are usually part of the groups Love’s Landscapes Stories contest in which authors are given a photo prompt and a brief “Dear Author” letter teasing their imagination to create a story, just as you see below.
Can’t see them? Well you must be a group member.
So, if you are not signed up – head on over and take a chance. If you are – what are you waiting for, get to reading!
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PHOTO DESCRIPTION: The young man, his defined chest bared and jeans hanging loosely around his hips, stares out from the picture. From beneath the shadow of his sweater’s hood his eyes glitter, dark and enticing but troubled. His hands are clasped behind his back, as though he’s trying to stop himself from reaching out to grab something or someone.
STORY LETTER: Dear Author,
I’m both nervous and excited about my big brother attending my college graduation.
I’ve always looked up to him, but something changed when I was about thirteen. He’d gone away to college and came home for Thanksgiving. Any lingering doubts about my sexuality vanished. It had just been a few months, but somehow he looked very different: older, hotter, more sophisticated.
I know I shouldn’t feel this way about my brother, and I swear I’ve tried to stop thinking of him in that way. But no guy I’ve been with has measured up to him. I haven’t seen him since before I started college, but I’ll never forget the way he looked at me that last time. It gave me hope that he might feel the same for me.
This weekend, I’m going to find out.
{Please no BSDM, violence, or abuse. Prefer contemporary or urban fantasy, but please no shifters or vampires. Angst is always welcome, and please feel free to crank up the heat as highas you dare. While the boys should hook up (at least) once, whether they decide to pursue any kind of sexual or romantic relationship in the end is up to you. Thank you!}
Sincerely,
C.M.
PHOTO DESCRIPTION:
A thin, frail young man with short, dark hair curls into the embrace of another man whose chest he is being cradled against. The unconscious man has his left hand placed against his protector’s neck, like he needs an anchor. The man holding him is awake, staring at a point in the distance. His thick curls aren’t long enough to hide the protective expression he wears, emphasized by his hand on the other’s shoulder.
STORY LETTER:
Dear Author,
He needs a keeper. Look at him! His hair buzzed to his skull so short I couldn’t run my fingers through his curls anymore. I’d ignored his threat to cut them off after the last time I’d held him still with those soft tendrils. The bones of his face were stark without his hair to hide behind. His hips jutted like knives and his long arms were stick thin. They were surprisingly strong as he curled into my warmth, though.
Somehow he’d gotten away from the family, attempting to live a life different from the one he was born to. He had to know I’d come for him eventually. I found him shivering in the driving rain, too lost in a haze to fight me when I scooped him up.
He always fought me.
See, I knew he loved me, and damn did that piss him off. Because if he loved me, then he’d given in to his instincts… and that was the last thing he’d ever do. But I needed him too much to ever let him go again. Now I just had to convince him to come back home.
Sincerely,
Alicia
