I was a junior in high school when I discovered this book at my favorite bookstore in the mall. It took me weeks to build up the courage to buy it and once I had it in my sweaty pubescent palms I immediately concealed the cover art with a plain paper book cover which, in retrospect, was so obvious. I don't recall the details of the story but I do remember some very descriptive s-e-x scenes which resulted in several dog-eared pages. To my sheltered, hormone rattled teenage mind, this novel was my introduction to gay pornography minus the graphic images and bad soundtracks...instead, there were some titillatingly delicious well-chosen words and that was plenty fine for me.
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I love the cover, and your story. Beautiful.
You are most kind! It is a lovely piece of cover art and it can still make my heart beat a wee bit faster.
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