NEW GAY ROMANCE PAPERBACK: Wolf Runaway: Escape by Alex Ankarr!!!

Wolf Runaway Escape

Wolf Runaway: Escape by Alex Ankarr!!!

As if Penn didn’t have enough to deal with: being a slave to wolves, being a lover to his master, Ree, being suborned into a polyamorous illicit morganatic marriage with Ree and his lesbian wolf-girl bride, Lettice. But now, now he’s kidnapped: by abolitionists, liberationists. Dangerous, free-thinking, liberal wolves, who think they know what’s best, for human slaves.

Which is all very well: but still, it’s not what he chose, and no-one’s listening to what Penn wants.  Maybe it’s time for drastic action…

NEW GAY ROMANCE PAPERBACK: Wolf Runaway: Kidnap by Alex Ankarr!!!

Wolf Runaway_ Kidnap

Wolf Runaway: Kidnap by Alex Ankarr!!!

Penn is cautious, a human slave in a world owned by werewolves. And he has good reason to be. Still more reason, when he finds himself lured into a menage à trois with his werewolf lover, Ree, and Ree’s prospective wolf-girl bride, Lettice Parrin…

What I’ve been reading – Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

Jane EyreJane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I have loved this book for years now, but… honestly, what a cad Rochester is. I know it’s not precisely an original observation, but still. Jane deserved better. And only a blinkered Charlotte, with exactly the narrowly circumscribed inculcated nineteenth century notion of a woman’s lot she ascribes to Jane, could possibly think that ending a happy one.

And yet, it’s still one of barely a handful of books in my lifetime that have reduced me to feeling off my head while reading it, light-headed and nutty and unsteady as if I’d had a drink or two. What can you do? A massively annoying permanent classic.

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Book Review – Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

Jane EyreJane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I have loved this book for years now, but… honestly, what a cad Rochester is. I know it’s not precisely an original observation, but still. Jane deserved better. And only a blinkered Charlotte, with exactly the narrowly circumscribed inculcated nineteenth century notion of a woman’s lot she ascribes to Jane, could possibly think that ending a happy one.

And yet, it’s still one of barely a handful of books in my lifetime that have reduced me to feeling off my head while reading it, light-headed and nutty and unsteady as if I’d had a drink or two. What can you do? A massively annoying permanent classic.

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