IN THE SPOTLIGHT ~ Four Stories Written for World Letter Writing Day
Four lovely novelettes & novellas, all written for World Letter Writing Day.
Addison Albright
Four lovely novelettes & novellas, all written for World Letter Writing Day.
It must be a stroke. Or a heart attack. Because it canโt be love at first sight.
So far, I’ve read the first five fabulous stories in JMS’s 2022 Top Ten Gay Romance!
Are conversations, confessions, and planning for the future enough? Will the love Sami and Joakim still share conquer all?
Celebrate World Naked Gardening Day with five gay romance novellas!
๐ Looking for a couple novelette/novella range feel-good stories that’ll leave a sloppy grin on your face? ๐
๐บ Didrik would do anything for his best friend, Filip, including taking pictures of Filipโs dad, Johan, for a charity calendar. Naked pictures… ๐บ
๐ชด Welcome to World Naked Gardening Day! ๐ฉโ๐พ
๐ง Can a chance meeting in the rain change someoneโs life?ย โ๏ธ
๐ Can secrets shared on a train be enough to build a forever? ๐
๐ Is it just holiday magic swirling in the air, or is it something real? ๐
๐ผ Smiling brown eyes. A dark beard. Dandelions. Sunny, happy dandelions. ๐ผ
๐ผ Smiling brown eyes. A dark beard. Dandelions. Sunny, happy dandelions.
๐ Can trust once broken be rebuilt?
๐ From Friday:
My mouth goes dry, my heart thumps in my chest, and all my questions fall away except one.
“But…” I lick my lipsโwhat was I going to say? His thumb, his thumb, his thumb “Loving me is one thing. What about…”
“…sex?” His voice is as husky as mine.
๐ Best Friends. Roommates. And now, maybe…more?
โ EXCERPT โ GIVEAWAY โ
๐ A love story told in answering machine messages.
โ EXCERPT โ GIVEAWAY โ
๐ From Monday:
The French guy agitates my heart with his singing, and Ronan calms it with his kindheartedness. The contrasts are intense, making my skin feel too snug for my body, my chest tight, and my stomach worried. My pulse flutters in my neck, and I worry that Ronan will see it. I don’t know what to do with myself.
So I allow myself to look at Ronan, seeking comfort in his calming presence. I drink in the warmth radiating from him as though he’s the sun and I’m a sagging flower in desperate need of his rays of life.
๐ From Sunday:
As I approach, he brushes off the hood with his hand, revealing his face, and I stutter a breath. Dang, he’s grown up nice. When he’s not hunched over, he’s tallโand inch or two over my own six-feet-oneโand muscular and broad all over. His hair is buzzed completely off, his ears sticking out a little too much, and a neatly trimmed beard frames and draws attention to pink, thin lips. His eyes are dark, almost black, and suck me into his gaze.