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lily-s-world · 3 months
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Where is my great queer romance story?
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crumbly-apple-pie · 1 year
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If your romance novel doesn’t feature two absolute disaster human beings having safe, sexy, consentual gay sex full of banter, I don’t want it 
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not-poignant · 3 months
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Excerpt from Tradewinds, coming January 31st:
A sudden, heavy flapping sound; distressed wing-beats. Matan looked up, alarmed, to see Udir in true-form, winging low towards the caravans at speed. Matan saw dark flecks of liquid shaken off Udir’s body with every stroke of his wings. He was bleeding. He’d been wounded. Pale yellow eyes barely took him in, a beak open and sharp tongue panting. Instead of executing a neat landing, Udir slammed straight into the second caravan, leaving a smear of blood on the tarp. He fell in a flutter of wings as Matan rushed towards him. ‘Udir! Are you all right?’ The great, injured bird said nothing. A patch of ivory-cream feathers on Udir’s chest were stained dark with blood. Udir wasn’t shifting back into hybrid or human-form because he was in too much pain. Everyone knew that when a shifter wouldn’t change back, they were trying to use their true-form to handle the worst of an injury. ‘Hey,’ Matan said, making his voice soothing. ‘Hey it’s okay. It’s going to be all right.’ He had no idea what he was talking about. He stiffened and looked around for any signs of birds or fae approaching, anyone who wanted to do them harm. There was no one around. He carefully tried to reach for Udir, wanting to pull him out of the churned up dirt at least, but Udir’s hooked beak went for him, snapping weakly. Then he stumbled, a wing stretching out to stop him from falling sideways. Matan clambered up the second caravan, ready to wake Biani and Mara, when Red and Kaulo arrived – huge shadows in the sky that made Matan cringe and feel a terrible, primitive fear. They landed, changing into human-form immediately. ‘Pack up! We’re leaving now!’ Kaulo shouted, and he disappeared into the second caravan. ‘Come here, Udir,’ Red said, approaching Udir, a stern look on his face. Udir wasn’t listening to any of them, eyes wild. Red didn’t flinch when he took a nasty beak slash to the arm. His movements were steady as he firmly grasped Udir in his hands. ‘That’s it,’ Red said softly, arm bleeding as Udir struggled in his grip. ‘We’re getting out of here, Udir. Calm down.’
Hurt/comfort in a Fae Tales story? It's more likely than you'd think!
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starful02 · 2 months
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Presenting! Fanart of the one and only super freaky Avra! Inspired by an idea from @kieranfae in the discord server! They mentioned it and I immediately set out to make it a reality, unable to resist. If you don’t already know, this chaotic disaster is the protagonist of Alexandra Rowland’s (@ariaste) upcoming fantasy comedy pirate novel Running Close to the Wind. It’s coming out in June and you should totally keep an eye out for it! You can read an excerpt of it below! I’ll be posting art of him and other characters from their other novel A Taste of Gold and Iron, which you should also read if you haven’t yet as it is absolutely fabulous.
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quill-ting · 2 months
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Queer Love Book Club - March 2024
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It's a new month and we're reading a new book! If you're over 18 and enjoy romance novels, come and read along with us. One Last Stop is a very excellent WLW romance about finding love on the train, time, very cool roommates, and maybe even ghosts.
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My writing space this morning when I arrived at work. 😳
Happy first day of spring 🌸✨💕🌻🍓
Currently working on a chapter outline. I’m having a lot of fun with it! The chapter before was more intense and this chapter is much lighter. It’s nice to have balance in your work, I like to think. 😌
A new chapter of The Locked Door will be posted to the website archiveofourown.com this Saturday the 23rd at 11:00 AM EST time. The chapter with be the third in the first book and be sure to also check out my Spotify (which can be found as Kate Wanderer) for updates to the soundtrack.
Hope your day is fair and bright! ✨
From my heart to my wings,
Kate 💙
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marvelingjules · 3 months
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Me: Where is my digital reading device and the charger for it, the latest of @halliewriteshockey’s books is out and I must read about the goalies.
Me this morning: *stares into my former-room my folks turned into storage* fuck.
(Guess I know what I’m doing tonight.)
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lucky-numberme · 11 months
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what if we smooched on top of your gay porn manuscript?? haha jk jk. unless?? 👀👀
Queer Book Draw Challenge 8/20 The Gentleman's Book of Vices by Jess Everlee
[ID: an illustration of Miles and Charlie embracing colored in soft pinks and purples and blues. Charlie is perched on a desk, hand lifted to Miles' face as he leans in for a kiss. Miles is seated in the chair and leans in as well. One of Miles' hands is on Charlie's thigh and the other is gripped demandingly on his cravat, pulling him closer. From the desk, a pile of manuscript papers spills around them. End ID]
COMMISSIONS OPEN
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sarahsupastar · 3 months
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*Gasp!* A romance novel acknowledged the existence of aro people!
In classic cliché fashion, the protagonist begins by saying he doesn't ever really get feelings for anybody - essentially describing an aro experience, though he's presumably allo. BUT! Instead of following the cliché by then having him meet "the right person" and finally fall in love, this author had someone immediately clock the aro vibes of that statement and directly ask the protagonist if he's aromantic! And then, instead of just perfunctorily checking the box for acknowledging aro people exist and having him say no and move on, the author has him explain that what he means by "I don't get feelings" is: "I had my heart broken and have since actively avoided developing romantic feelings at all costs" - Not: "I've never experienced romantic attraction before this one special person"
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So I’m switching the gender of one of my main characters from male to female - not modifying anything but pronouns - and I am having Feelings about it. On the one hand, I think this is a very needed change that makes the story 1000% more interesting, but on the other, there is apparently a lot of internalized misogyny I didn’t know was lurking because my entire being is wailing BUT NOW SHE’S SO UNLIKABLE when the thing I liked most about him was the fact he was an objectively terrible person. 
So that’s what I’m working through right now. 
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kowabungadoodles · 1 year
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What are your fav books that are the most like reading fanfiction?
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thatgirlonstage · 4 months
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So this doesn’t happen with most things I read — literary fiction and even most fantasy and sci-fi are sufficiently cordoned off in my brain as a different kind of story — but I read so much fanfic and romance these days that it has rewired my expectations for some genre fiction when the book has, for whatever reason, similar vibes, and I have to like. Actively remind myself when I’m NOT reading a queer book
Case in point:
A mystery novel from the 1930s: the guy she was looking for and another Mysterious Man emerged from behind a screen that had hidden them in the corner
My trash brain, on no further provocation: were they fucking
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incompleteninny · 7 months
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The one-hundredth free, unedited chapter of my upcoming book, “The Heist at Cordia Aquarium” is now available on its website (or click https://www.kitfisto.gay/chapters/thea to read from the beginning).
Three sit in a circle: Frank and Thea in a chair; Waylon cross-legged on the gravel. Thea looks about for Bamboo, but the cat is gone. Asleep at the foot of Elia's bed if she's lucky. Thea, though, feels far from lucky. She stares across an expanse of gravel and into the eyes of a wanted man. Is he wanted, though? Maybe they let him out early for good behavior. Unfolding his legs, Waylon props up his knees. Waiting. Her stomach won't relent. Squirming, roiling. She chokes the cane lain across her lap in a bid to force it from her mind. "S-so, h-how did you find me, exactly?" "Your landlord." Waylon says. Frank bobs his head and speaks to himself. "Um-hum. She's talkative." [...]
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terpia · 9 months
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I'm reading Quicksand by Junichiro Tanizaki and god, it's such an interesting reading experience. I don't know what the censorship laws were like in Japan in the 1920s and how they/the culture of the time shaped the portrayal of certain topics in the novel, but reading a book from the 1920s that openly talks about sex, abortion and sexuality (and in my translation at least, straight up uses words like lesbian, homosexual, heterosexual, etc.) is such a novel experience.
Also, and I feel it's worth mentioning, every single character in this novel is fucking insane.
#personal#don't want to mislead anyone into thinking this is a progressive book#even though the story in the novel is being told by a woman in love with another woman the book itself was written by a man#and that definitely comes through#not necessarily in a voyeuristic way as no sex is depicted on page (even though the reader is left in no doubt that sex is taking place)#it's more so in the misogyny of the in-text author the story is being told to and in the depiction of its main female character#who falls into a lot of stereotypes of women as deceptive emotional and flighty#(this is not to say though that other characters are depicted as much better)#with all this in mind i'm really enjoying reading this book#it's about a married lady who falls in love with another lady who is simultaneously having an affair with her and a man#(not in a polycule type of way. the man and the married lady are jealous of each other and barely accepting of this arrangement)#the blurb at the back compares this book to fatal attraction while the introduction compares it to les liaisons dangereuses#and both these comparisons feel apt (the second one a bit more so than the first one though)#the book is a thriller full of mindgames and betrayals where you're never fully sure what's real what's lies or what'll happen next#i'm only halfway through the book (and it is a very short book)#but based on what i've read so far#if you think you'd be into a vaguely trashy queer thriller with a very questionable romance at the centre#or if anything i said about the book so far caught your interest#i'd deffo recomnend it!#quicksand#(the original japanese title is manji i believe)#tanizaki junichirou
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gateskp · 3 months
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This is a story followers from Twitter and BSky know, but since I'm getting into Tumblr, I figured I'd share.
I'm very much in love with my best friend from college. He is the unrequited love of my life. I refer to him as The One I Love. And tonight I fell in love with him all over again.
In college, people thought we were dating because we were (and still are) so close. We did have class together every single day for a full semester and then class together multiple times a week for semesters after that. We'd hang out in the bio student lounge and watch TV on his laptop together. I made him a Pokeball birthday cake for his 21st birthday because he is a ridiculous nerd and loves Pokemon (no shade, I'm also a ridiculous nerd). When we had evening classes that ended at 9pm, I'd drive him home to make sure he got home safe and quickly. He made me laugh and smile and enjoy, y'know, living, which was something I didn't always enjoy in college.
We...did a lot of things that could definitely be construed as couple activities. But we were not a couple. Just very close, excellent complements of each other, with a hint of feelings on my part.
Side note: It's actually fairly entertaining to look back on because in our practical lab classes, our professors deliberately paired us up because we worked so well together (the assumption being because we were a couple).
Side note 2: He is a very attractive guy imo, and I semi-jokingly call him a ridiculously hot nerd. I'm queer and fall somewhere in ace land, so I do enjoy admiring him but there's nothing sexual about our relationship. Which I think has helped it in a good way.
He calls me every week and we talk. Like. For 2-3 hours *every week*. This has been going on for literally 2 years. Originally he started calling me to talk about shows we were watching, but now we talk about anything and everything. There's a lot of venting about grad school (we're both PhD-ing) and just...being there for each other. I love it. He listens to me ramble and he tells me stories and interesting tidbits and whatever. It's very give-and-take. Our weekly calls strengthened and cemented my feelings for him.
He knows my feelings because 2 years ago (?? how has it been that long) I wrote him a(n 8 page) love letter conveying my feelings and that led to a very awkward conversation about how feelings were not returned. I still think we use different language to describe similar things BUT ANYWAY. I respect that we don't see things the same way, much as it may hurt. That's what it means to love someone, respecting their feelings and experiences and personhood.
Side note 3: I have this secret fantasy about what our future could look like and I'm not going to let it go until there's no hope at all. He is one of the most important people in my world, and I truly only want the best for him. His health and happiness is tantamount to nothing, and whatever role I play in that, so be it. If he found another person who brought him even a fraction of the feelings he brings me, I'd officiate the wedding myself. What matters more than anything else is that I have my closest friend in my life and we remain close. Whatever it takes...
What's amazing(?) is that our relationship...it's gotten even stronger since then. That conversation was...A Lot...but I think it made whatever we have even stronger. It definitely didn't get worse.
I look forward to to our calls. They're part of my routine, I deliberately set aside this time on Thursday nights for him. I do not allow things to be scheduled for Thursday nights. Thursday nights are for The One I Love and no one else.
When we're talking to each other...I feel connected to another person. The world exists outside of my day-to-day bubble. I feel like...when I talk to him, I feel like there's a person who cares about what happens to me.
One night a couple of years ago I told him about my mental health struggles. It was something I don't think he fully recognised I was dealing with in college. But I was really struggling and having a hard time and I just couldn't pretend everything was okay on the phone. So I asked him if I could tell him, he said yes, so I told him everything. And it was really hard for me to do that, there was a lot of starting and stopping and stuttering (I stutter a lot anyway, this was worse). And at the end of it all, I told him that I knew what I just said was a lot and I understood if he needed some space or didn't want to talk for a while or whatever, because that's how people reacted in the past. There have been people who've decided to stop being friends with me because this is too much, and I understood if he felt that way because it's a lot. I wouldn't hold it against him.
And he just said "I'm still here." He said he wasn't going anywhere. And he hasn't.
More than once I've made self-deprecating jokes because how else does one deal with their terrible mental health and he reminds me that he cares. He has confidence in me when I don't. Once I texted him on a Friday night and told him to tell me something good that happened to him that day because I was having a really tough night and needed to hear something positive was happening in the world. He responded by calling me and being there for me.
We trust each other with things that no one else knows. It means the world to me that he'll tell me things that he won't tell anyone else, and I will take his secrets to the grave. Trust is...complicated for me. But I trust him. He won't hurt me. It's something I've had to really come to terms with, here is someone who I can be vulnerable around who won't hurt or manipulate me.
Last year I saw him for the first time since 2017 and it was like no time had passed at all. We spent 4 days together. I took him to see his first Broadway show, Hadestown, which was the only show he's ever been really eager to see. He took me to see SPACE at the Illuminarium because he knows how much I geek out over space, how awe-inspiring I find it. He talked me out of dropping $700 on a Flash comic, which was extremely wise. I tried and failed to cook, which he doesn't let me forget. He got me hooked on anime, which was apparently his deviously secret plan all along (which shocked me but I absolutely love it). I "made" him split half a gallon of Blue Bell ice cream with me because I hadn't had it in years (it took 0 effort, the man has no control when it comes to sweets and I tease him about it constantly). We helped his friend move. We sat on the couch on our laptops silently enjoying each other's presence.
It was truly the best long weekend I've had in who-knows-how-long. If the rest of my life looked like that weekend, I think I would be happy. Genuinely wonderfully happy and enjoying life.
The day I had to leave, I completely lost it. He gave me a goodbye hug and I completely broke down on his shoulder because I'd just had the best weekend in living memory and was going back to my quickly-approaching preliminary exam and having issues with my advisors. He knew all of this. I sobbed on his shoulder, and he held onto me. He didn't let go until he knew I stopped crying and was safe to drive. (I cried on and off the entire 7 hours drive)
I have pictures of us from this trip on my desk in lab, and they always make me smile, they have so much positivity associated with them. They also made it onto my Christmas card.
I'm going to see him again next month when I run the marathon in his city. We have a growing list of things to do which is entirely dessert places he wants to take me to, because we both love dessert and sweets. Tonight we were talking about when I might come down. I told him it's completely up to him because he has to put up with me and my bullshit. The race is on a Sunday, so I'd come down as early as the Tuesday before.
He doesn't know his schedule yet because science and experiment timing can be tricky. But he might be taking Wednesday off. He said he already plans on spending all day Thursday with me.
Tonight I fell in love all over again.
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I worked outside for a little while today. The weather was spotty, it rained earlier today, but it cleared up to be an overcast but windy day that smelled nice. 💙🧌
I finished the chapter I was working on today! 🙌🏻😌 Now I just have to finish editing it and I can move on to the next! After this one, I only have six chapters left of Book Two in The One She Let In series. 👀😭😳 Crazy.
It’s Wednesday which means we are halfway to update day! Update day is April 20th at 11:00 AM EST time on archiveofourown.com. My username is: icaruswithwingsofwater. My book is called: The Locked Door 💙💜✨🌸
Hope you all are having a good week so far. I know things have been hard but it will get better. In the meantime give yourself grace, drink a warm drink, take a shower, and relax for a few minutes. 😌
I love you all and will see you Saturday. 🥰
From my heart to my wings,
Kate 💙
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