Monday 29 May 2023

Release Blitz with Reviews - Don’t Date A DILF (Rules We Break, Book 1) by DJ Jamison

 

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Book Title: Don’t Date A DILF (Rules We Break, Book 1)

Author: DJ Jamison

Publisher: Must Love Books LLC

Cover Artist: Morningstar Ashley

Release Date: May 25, 2023

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Single dad, teacher/parent, fake dating, small town

Themes: Small town life, family, starting over, bi/pan awakening

Heat Rating: 5 flames

Length:  95 000 words

This is Book 1 in a new series. It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Blurb

I have one rule to live by: Don't Date a DILF.

I've seen the consequences of blurring the boundaries between teaching and dating, and I am not about to take that kind of risk.

But I didn’t count on Hunter Rhodes walking into my school. Never expected that the broad-shouldered, stubble-jawed, absolute glory of a man would be such a sweet and caring father. Or that as a seemingly straight man, he might decide he wants me.

If my Nana has her way...I'll be in love with someone by the end of the school year, but there's only one man who tempts me.

With her matchmaking becoming overwhelming and half the single women in Granville setting their sights on Hunter, we're both feeling the pressure. Faking a relationship could get everyone off our backs.

It seems like fun and games for Hunter, but separating pretend feelings from real won't be so simple for me. And then there's that rule...

Can I date a DILF without disaster—or will all my fears come true?

Don't Date a DILF is Book 1 of Rules We Break, a spin-off series from Games We Play, set in the small, quirky town of Granville, where nosy residents meddle in one another's lives, great friendships are made, and silly innuendos are a way of life.

My Two Pennies' Worth

This is Kevin's brother, Hunter's, story. Hunter returned to Granville during Kevin's story, a single Dad returning home after an unwanted split with his wife. Now a year has passed, he's divorced and his 10 year old is living with him. And a newly single man in the small town means fresh meat for all the single ladies. 

His response, to start fake dating the local high school teacher. A man. 

This is similar to Kevin's story in that it's an older man discovering (and embracing) a new side to his sexuality but that's where the similarities end. Kevin's story is sassy and joyful and I read it without a care. Hunter's story gave me low level anxiety from about 70%, issues with the ex-wife, the kid's reaction to their 'real' relationship, and the problem at Clark’s old school that had sent him scurrying home. 

* small town

* age gap

* bisexual awakening 

* kids

* teacher

First of a new series but plenty of friends, old and new, to meet. 


Excerpt

Clark’s voice filtered in from the hallway.

“Nana, for the last time, I was trying… Yeah, well, maybe I should run all your proposed dates through my friends first if you think Percy Helix was a good choice!”

I smirked at his sass, then had to muffle a laugh when he followed it up with, “No, I’m not being sassy. I’m sorry, Nana.”

Fuck, that was adorable.

Clark was a grown man who had his shit together far more than I ever would, and yet here he was, getting scolded by his grandmother. There was something so sweet and wholesome about that.

He glanced toward the classroom and caught sight of me through the doorway. He held up one finger, in the universal sign to wait a minute.

“We can talk more later, Nana. I have a parent here for a meeting, okay? But I really don’t think another setup is a good idea… Because I don’t. Because it’s uncomfortable!” He groaned theatrically. “Yes, okay, we’ll talk later.”

He lowered the phone and turned toward me.

I winced. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

He shrugged. “Well, you were at the pub, so…not like you didn’t know already.”

“Your nana feels pretty strongly about setting you up with a date, huh?”

“Unfortunately.”

“My mother hassles me every time we talk too,” I said.

“Must be something in the water,” Clark said with a pout.

Still adorable.

“Yeah, I actually lost my cool at work. Yelled at Tucker about how everyone in this town wants me to date. You know what we should do?”

“What?”

“Go on a date together.” I laughed. “That would shut everyone up.”

Clark’s eyes widened. “I think it would do the opposite.”

“You know what I mean though. Can’t set up a couple of guys who are already dating.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “Genius, right?”

About the Author

DJ Jamison writes romances about everyday life and extraordinary love featuring a variety of queer characters, from gay to bisexual to asexual. DJ grew up in the Midwest in a working-class family, and those influences can be found in her writing through characters coping with real-life problems: money troubles, workplace drama, family conflicts and, of course, falling in love. DJ spent more than a decade in the newspaper industry before chasing her first dream to write fiction. She spent a lifetime reading before that and continues to avidly devour her fellow authors’ books each night. She lives in Kansas with her husband, two sons, one snake, and a sadistic cat named Birdie.

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Friday 26 May 2023

Read Around the Rainbow - A.I. vs. Me

It's that time again when the Read Around the Rainbow group get together to discuss the topic of the month. It comes around so fast!

Often we decide on a topic and any gossip in the group chat is just that. But this topic has had the group chat buzzing away. 

That's hardly a surprise, AI is a contentious topic among most creatives and educators. This time last year, if you'd mentioned AI, most of the outcry would have come from artists. I follow as many artists as authors on the blue birdy app these days and they been making noise about AI for ages. 

But with the launch of ChatGPT in November 22 suddenly our words are under threat. From the current Hollywood writers strike to the problems faced by educators with AI written papers. It's writing copy on blogs, copy that will be picked up by other AI searches and regurgitated back to us. 

But authors will be fine, yes? No. Amazon is already selling books written by AI. AI that can take our written words and use them against us. And that's all without mentioning the ethics and legality of data mining. Or how AI can marginalise and deny minorities.

So, we decided to conduct an experiment. Write 300 words (or thereabouts), then feed the same parameters into an AI writing program and compare the results.

The Great AI Experiment. 

Write a 400-word gay romance story in past tense, first person point-of-view, about a meetcute where two men meet in a London market. The narrator is a market trader who sells bric-a-brac, the other man is a nurse browsing his stall. Nurse seems plain until the sun comes out and hits him just right. Include at least 150 words of dialogue.

Sample 1

I stood behind my market stall, surrounded by an assortment of bric-a-brac. The London market buzzed with activity, shoppers meandering through the stalls, searching for hidden treasures. It was a typical day until he walked into my life.


A man in a plain white shirt and trousers wandered over to my stall. His eyes flickered with curiosity as he examined the trinkets displayed before him. There was something unassuming about him, but I couldn't help but feel drawn to his presence.


"Can I help you find anything in particular?" I asked, breaking the silence.


He looked up, his eyes meeting mine. "Oh, no, thank you. I'm just browsing. You have quite an interesting collection here."


I smiled, appreciating his polite response. "I try to offer a little bit of everything. Let me know if anything catches your eye."


He continued to peruse the items on display, occasionally picking up an item and inspecting it. The sun was hidden behind the clouds, casting a dull light over the market. But then, as if on cue, a ray of sunlight broke through, illuminating his face.


The sudden burst of light transformed him. His plain features were bathed in a warm glow, his eyes sparkling like two jewels. It was as if the sun itself had chosen him, highlighting his true beauty for the world to see.


I couldn't help but comment on the transformation. "You know, I never noticed it before, but the sunlight brings out something extraordinary in you."


He chuckled, a hint of blush coloring his cheeks. "Well, I suppose I have the sun to thank for that."


We continued to chat, our conversation flowing effortlessly like an old friendship rekindled. He shared stories of his work as a nurse, the challenges and rewards he faced, while I regaled him with tales of the curious items I had collected over the years. Our dialogue danced between lighthearted banter and genuine moments of connection.


As the afternoon sun began to wane, he thanked me for the pleasant conversation. "I should be on my way, but it was lovely talking to you. Your stall brightened my day."


I couldn't let him go so easily. "Wait, before you leave, let me give you something as a token of our meeting."


I reached under the stall and retrieved a small, intricately designed pendant. I placed it gently in his hand, our fingers brushing for a fleeting moment. "May this pendant bring you the same radiance that the sun bestowed upon you today."


His eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. "Thank you. I'll cherish it."


We exchanged smiles, an unspoken connection lingering in the air between us. As he turned to leave, I couldn't resist but ask, "Would you like to meet again? Maybe for a cup of tea or a stroll in the park?"


His smile brightened, mirroring the sunlight that had transformed him earlier. "I would love that. Here, let me give you my number."


As he walked away, I watched him blend into the crowd, the pendant glimmering in the sunlight. Our unexpected encounter in the London market had kindled a flame of curiosity and possibility. And as the market continued its lively symphony, I couldn't help but look forward to the next chapter of our story, guided by the warmth of the sun and the serendipity of connection.


Sample 2

I swear there was nothing special about the guy browsing the bric a brac and ‘maybe someday’ antiques on my stall at Chatsworth Road market. A dishevelled, dishwater blond in an olive green puffa jacket with dark circles under his eyes. Nothing remarkable. 


Then the cloud that had been threatening rain for the last half hour shifted and a shaft of sunlight hit him. 


Just. 


Right.


I could almost hear the choir of heavenly angels as it bathed him in a warm glow. Honest. No word of a lie. Skin a healthy olive tone that spoke of a Mediterranean heritage somewhere in his lineage. Far, far back if his hair was any indication. What I’d taken for dishwater blond was threaded with varying shades of yellow and gold that the sun caught just right, glinting and gleaming. Catching my attention like a magpie with shiny shit. And in that moment I wanted to pluck that man and line my nest with him. 


My nest being the small double in my pokey flat filled with more stock than furniture and pluck… well, you get the analogy I’m sure. 


Between blinks, a halo of rainbow colours had appeared, refracted from beads of moisture that clung to the silk fine strands. 


He was stunning. Despite the drab lumpy coat. And the pinch between his eyebrows. The worried twist of his lips.


Damn, I was staring. And creeping him out if that expression was any indication. So I plastered on my winning smile and cranked up cheeky chappy market trader to the max. 


“That desperate to get to the market that you didn’t have time to dry your hair?” I blurted. That wasn’t what I’d intended to say. And rather than cover my embarrassment I only made it worse. Especially when I channelled my Nan—my Mum couldn’t have given a shit—and tacked on, “You’ll catch your death coming out in this weather with wet hair.”


His snort of laughter seemed to catch him by surprise and he lifted a hand to his lips as though to try to keep it in. Too late. The inelegant sound had already escaped to the ether, catching me square in the chest as it did so. 


“Ah, yes. Desperate to see what tat you had on your stall today.” 


I knew sarcasm when I heard it and that was dripping in it. It also had a refinement to it that screamed posh schools and money, or at least the outward appearance of such, tempered by the softness of a honeyed accent. Greece or one of the islands thereabout, maybe.


Hang on. He’d been to my stall before? I didn’t recall seeing him. And surely I’d remember such a stunning creature. I narrowed my eyes, desperate to place him. The cloud shifted again, hiding the sun once more and from one blink to the next the guy returned to plain and ordinary. Easy to miss. 


I squinted hard. There it was, that shine that seemed to be just under the surface. Dulled somehow, but still there just waiting to be discovered. And now I knew, well, I couldn’t really un-see it. 


Unaware of my inner turmoil he gestured to his hair. “That’s an old wives tale. You can’t get ill going out with wet hair. Unless it’s below freezing, of course.” He ran long, strong looking fingers through his hair and I swear the strands glowed a little as they passed through. “My last patient projectile vomited on me. I had to shower before I left the hospital.”


Night shift. That explained dark smudges and the general air of exhaustion. “Doctor?”


“Nurse.” He gave a self-deprecating smile. “Not as glamorous.”


I wanted to soothe that expression. Slap down whoever had caused it to appear. “Just as important, but more caring and lower paid.”


“I doubt my father would agree with you. He’s a consultant. With an office in Harley Street.”


Dad needed a slap. And it was time to change the subject. “So, which item of my tat takes your fancy.”


He grinned and indicated to a hideous side table. 


🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖


Which is the AI? 

I'd like to think that anyone who has read even one of my stories would pick mine out of the two. 

But before I confirm your suspicions there's a few points I'd like to discuss. 

I had to play about with prompt to get anywhere vaguely similar to my piece. The first try had no dialogue whatsoever. You had to ask it to add dialogue. When I didn't specify the type of market trader AI became unnaturally obsessed with fruit and veg. 

"...Your stall has such a lovely array of fresh produce."


I chuckled. "Well, thank you. I take pride in offering the best. Any particular fruit or vegetable catching your eye?"

He pondered for a moment before pointing at a bunch of ripe strawberries. "Those strawberries look delicious. Are they as sweet as they appear?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, they're fantastic. The juiciest and sweetest strawberries you'll ever taste. Here, let me get you a sample."

And don't even get me started on the bunch of strawberries. Bunch? Really?

Adding bric a brac to the prompt help bring the two samples on a more even keel. But the AI version, while readable, has no author voice. It's bland and generic, somewhat flowery and uses too many unnecessary words. It's also unrealistic in the way the characters act. No nurse coming off a night shift would have the energy to wander a market all day. Nor would a stall holder leave their stall to do the same. 

Each AI version of the scene had a version of:

We continued to chat, our conversation flowing effortlessly like an old friendship rekindled. He shared stories of his work as a nurse, the challenges and rewards he faced, while I regaled him with tales of the curious items I had collected over the years. Our dialogue danced between lighthearted banter and genuine moments of connection.

Curious, a completely different prompt was tried, this one a 1940's historical gay romance set in Wales. But yep, that passage more or less turned up again. 




By now I'm guessing you know which is mine. But just in case you're unsure. 

Sample 1 was AI

Sample 2 was Me

So that's my Two Pennies' Worth on AI complete with links for your perusal. I'll leave you with one more thought provoking article before I send you off to my colleagues. I asked an AI to write LGBTQ Fiction. 


Check out my fellow RAtR authors who I'm sure will have strong opinions on this subject. I'm looking forward to reading their snippets. 

AL Lester - #ReadAroundtheRainbow: AI Versus the Writer

Nell Iris - Read Around the Rainbow: AI vs Me

Ofelia Grand - Read Around the Rainbow | A.I. vs. Me

Fiona Glass - Read Around the Rainbow: Can AI write an LGBT romance story?

Ellie Thomas - Read Around the Rainbow: AI vs Me

Holly Day - Read Around the Rainbow | A.I. vs. Me

Addison Albright - READ AROUND THE RAINBOW ~ A.I. vs. Me #RAtR




Friday 19 May 2023

Under the Arabian Sky by Robin Knight

 

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Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Under the Arabian Sky
By Robin Knight

Under the Arabian Sky Robin Knight

Part of the Love Abroad Multi-author Series

Find Love Abroad Under the Arabian Sky…

Arthur Somersby is an expert in sand. Working as an arenologist at Oxford University, it’s Arthur’s job to gather research and data on the movement and molecular structure of sand, blending geology, chemistry and biology into one specialty science. But while Arthur’s colleagues conduct their work around the globe — from the Sahara to the Kalahari and beyond — a tragedy in Arthur’s past prevents him from wanting to leave the safety of his office.

That is until one of his colleagues goes missing, presumed dead, and Arthur is called upon to take his place in the distant Arab nation of Oman.

It is there upon the shipless oceans of sand that Arthur meets falcon veterinarian Tariq Hassan. And while the desert heat ignites an instant spark between the two men, a clash of cultures could mean their Arabian love affair is over before it’s even begun.

Can two strangers from opposite worlds overcome the Middle East’s tightly-held religious beliefs and find a way to love one another? Can a connection be made between the science of sand and the spirituality of the desert? Will Arthur’s past and centuries-old traditions keep two souls apart, or will Arthur and Tariq find their happily-ever-after… Under the Arabian Sky?

Under the Arabian Sky is a 40k-word MM romance that will transport you to the deserts of Arabia from the comfort of your favorite reading chair. It can be read as part of the Love Abroad collection or as a stand-alone romance.

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Excerpt:

As we drove over dunes, the bird in the back remained peaceful and silent, as though the hood or the hum of the car was enough to keep the poor thing calm and collected.

“What happened to her, anyway? The falcon, I mean.”

“Her wing was broken. Someone found her on the side of a mountain road and called me. She was in terrible shape when I took her in. She must have been clipped by something travelling pretty fast. I’ve had her for four months, but now she’s ready to return to her world. She just wants to fly. She just wants to be free.” He glanced at me and added, “Don’t we all?”

“Free? Yes. Fly? Not so much.”

“You don’t like flying?”

“No. It’s a long story.”

“I imagine flying must be an incredible experience. Taking off, soaring over the clouds, watching the earth pass by far below. I can picture it so clearly in my mind.”

“You’ve never flown before?”

Tariq shook his head. “I’ve never left Oman. My life is here. My work is here. My family is here.”

I felt my heart sink a little. So, Tariq had a family. Instantly I had a vision of him with his wife and children at home. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy for him. But I guess my gaydar got a little ahead of itself and got my hopes up in the process.

Not that I had come to Oman looking for company. Far from it.

I suppose I was just momentarily taken aback by those eyes.

Those dimples.

That embrace when he pulled me to my feet and held me steady.

I tried to concentrate on the conversation. “So where exactly are you taking her? The falcon, that is.”

“One of the rocky outcrops. Somewhere with shelter and shade in case she needs to rest her wing. But also a place with rodents and lizards and snakes. She needs to hunt.”

“There are snakes out here?”

“Don’t worry, they’re mostly harmless. Except for the saw-scaled viper. One bite from that snake is enough to kill two people.”

“Seriously?”

“Just stay out of their way and they’ll stay out of yours. Besides, you’ve already got one wound.”

At the mention of it, I touched my fingers to the sticky cut on my temple and winced.

“Don’t touch it,” he warned me. “You’ll get it infected. Let a doctor do the touching.”

“Okay, okay.”

“What are you doing out here anyway? Aside from causing traffic accidents.”

“I’m an arenologist.”

“A what?”

“An arenologist. I study sand, its paths, its patterns, its composition and layers… I’m the life of every dinner party.”

“I imagine you would be.”

“I was kidding.”

“I’m being serious. Sand is fascinating.”

“Thank you… I like to think so. Although you do live in the desert, so I think you’re kind of biased on the subject.”

“You may be right, but nobody can deny that the desert is a spiritual place.”

I raised one eyebrow. “Spiritual? I guess that’s where we differ.”

“How so?”

“When I see the desert, I’m looking at it from a scientific viewpoint.”

He laughed. “So, to you, sand is simply something to study?”

“Yes… and no. There’s actually nothing simple about it. Arenology is one of the few studies that spans several sciences. I’m not only working within the field of geology, but there are many crossovers with chemistry and biology as well. People don’t realise how important sand is to the balance of nature.”

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Robin Knight is the author of gay fiction novels, novellas, and short stories, ranging in genre from gay adventure, gay romance, gay suspense, and gay comedies.

The heroes of Robin's books love to spend their time jumping off the page, stumbling through misadventures, and falling in love.

Robin has worked in advertising, politics, journalism, and event management, but nothing is as fun as telling stories.

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Friday 12 May 2023

Audiobook Tour - No Surrender by Morgan Brice

 

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Book Title: No Surrender (Badlands 5) An MM Psychic Detective Romance Adventure

Author: Morgan Brice

Publisher: Darkwind Press

Narrator: Kale Williams

Release Date: March 21, 2023

Genre: Paranormal MM romance, MM Psychic Detective Romance Adventure

Tropes: evolving established relationship, hurt/comfort, grumpy/sunshine

Themes: letting go of the past, dealing with old guilt, forgiveness, facing tough times together, trust

Heat Rating: 5 flames 

Length: 6 hours and 14 minutes

It is a standalone story, but also part of a series. It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Cold cases, hot leads, a psychic psychopath, a copycat killer, cursed objects, the trial of the century—and wedding plans.

Blurb 

Cold cases, hot leads, a psychic psychopath, a copycat killer, cursed objects, the trial of the century—and wedding plans.

Psychic medium Simon Kincaide and sexy homicide detective Vic D'Amato met hunting a supernatural serial killer. Since then, Simon has become a police consultant on cases involving the paranormal, and Vic has gotten over his doubts about Simon's abilities being real. Along the way, they fell in love and got engaged. But it seems like the danger never ends.

Now, the first case Simon and Vic worked together comes back to haunt them as the killer goes to court and all hell breaks loose. The killer has a crazy fan setting curses on key players in the upcoming trial. Ghosts from an old cold case suggest that someone got away with murder. And a supernatural creature attracted to fear and death is using the Grand Strand as its feeding ground. Simon and Vic feel like they're waging a war on all fronts, but with the stakes so high, there can be No Surrender!

My Two Pennies' Worth 

I'd read this book previously and I was eager to do a reread as audio. Kale Williams does an excellent job bringing the characters to life and adding a sense of jeopardy. 

This book ties back in to the very first book of this series as the serial killer in book 1 stands trial. I personally think you would benefit from reading Badlands first. 

On top of the trial, there's more ghosts, cursed objects, maybe a copycat killer or two. And a wedding to plan. Yes, Vic and Simon are going strong and I'm happy that this story didn't throw a wrench in their relationship or happiness. 

There's some familiar faces and the return of Simon’s skeleton crew. Found family is very important in all Brice's books and no more so than here.  

Can't wait for the wedding.  Sounds like all my favourite couples will be in attendance.

About the Author

Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.

On the rare occasions Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered dogs.

Series include Witchbane, Badlands, Treasure Trail, Kings of the Mountain and Fox Hollow. Watch for more in these series, plus new series coming soon!

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Friday 5 May 2023

Cover Reveal - The Art of Husbandry by Jay Hogan

Title: The Art of Husbandry   

Series: Mackenzie Country #1

Author: Jay Hogan

Genre: MM Romance

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𝑨 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑨 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒅. 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅.

🔥 Hurt/comfort

🔥 Opposites attract

🔥 Forced proximity 

🔥 Healing, grief, and loss

🔥 Small town

🔥 Country versus city 

🔥 Fish out of water

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When life drowns you in lemons, to hell with making lemonade. I wanted to burn the whole

world. But eighteen months from the day my life was torn apart, I’m tired of the anger. Tired of

the nightmares. Tired of putting one foot in front of the other just trying to survive. Three months

on a high country sheep station in the middle of nowhere is precisely the reboot I need. A chance

to break free. To breathe again. To find a way forward.

I put my entire life on hold and head south to Mackenzie Country. But falling for the captivating

young station boss was never part of the plan. Holden Miller might be smart and sexy and push

all my dusty buttons, but we come from two different worlds. I’m not looking for a relationship.

I’m not interested in love. I’m done with all that.

But Holden doesn’t care about my rules. Nestled safely in the arms of the spectacular Southern

Alps, on an isolated sheep farm at the top of the world, Holden begins knitting my battered heart together one careful stitch at a time. And with every pass of the thread, every braid of the river

on our doorstep, I catch a tantalising glimpse of something I’d almost given up on.

Happiness, and maybe even love.

If I have the courage to reach out and grab them.

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘

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