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You tired of Sonny in my dash? My mom is but I haven’t had enough of his books just yet.

If you had any luck of reading the latest excerpt available at Riptide, you’d feel as ecstatic as I am (well, make sure you read Sunset Park at least). Two reasons for including this to your next Goodreads TBR list: 1) Ray and David (because they ooze sexiness and compatibility – whether we’re talking personality or bed) 2) all the adulting and struggles that come in package. After all, this is Santino we’re talking about. His history of portraying what’s important and real on paper speaks for itself. I’m intrigued how this’ll lead to HEA. I daresay with the way my current life is headed that work and love cannot just co-exist. At all.

I wish I could pre-order the book. Riptide’s website hates me the way Patreon does.  I’ve been trying to do online shopping whole day to no avail.

Imagine that.

That’s me and my everyday battle with technology. Watch out for the book’s release on October 24th! It’s a good birth month for me this year.


Sunset Park


In the 3 books released of Santino‘s 5 Borough series, Sunset Park has got to be my most favorite. To be honest, I read it last because I was so sure I wouldn’t like it. I hated David in Sutphin Boulevard. He’s the inquisitive egotistic piece of meat who can’t just mind his own damn business. Although Raymond sounded hot, a lot contended (Santino included) that First and First is the sexiest in the series yet.

So then.

Imagine my surprise when I warmed up to SP earlier than the other two. Continue reading


Hold on tight as you’re in for a 1000-page ride!


Really. The last time I’ve read something as long as this one was when I was still jobless and obsessed with Fictionpress. Which means that I have a lot of time. Which also means that I’m willing to grab anything that can mollify my boredom.

Evenfall took a lot of patience. Not because it wasn’t good but because I had to read it alongside work and mental fatigue.

And I’m telling you it wasn’t a walk in the park. The story wasn’t exactly fluffy you know? Set after the eruption of WW3, you can expect a lot of blood and death and gloom. And torture.  Continue reading

Bottled Up

And so I’m left with two wishes and a heart, and no one to give them to.

That’s Bottled Up by Nilah E. Rose.

Despite my crazy business outside my virtual world, I decided that I just have to read something tonight. And since everything’s been chaotic, I figured that I can’t read something that would go up to 40, 50 or 60 chapters.

Bottled Up was just what I needed. It was short, and it was well written.

“I just…I just don’t want anyone to hurt me anymore…”

“Is…is that against the rules?”

This story is what I call angst. I can’t even begin to explain my awe when I saw how much improvement this story had compared to the typo-syntax-error-filled-BreakingtheMirror-story of Nilah E. Rose. This was purely epic. Of course, there were typos here and there, but do you really even care? Because I don’t.

The child abuse was vividly pictured in my mind without the author telling me the details on how it was done. Just the mere feelings of the genie, as he was watching it, told me that what the child was feeling was totally devastating.

I love the genie’s thoughts. How he despised the kid’s mother and how he mocked the human greed — their materialistic mindset. I love the fact that his disdain was all warranted by the fact that he was once one of them. I love it. I love the fact that the genie had his own story.

It was a 1000+ word chapter and it told me so much.

And these lines?

I will not be ignorant enough to say it was love that clouded my sight, because love does not blind, it makes everything richer. But it makes you selfish, and that is what truly makes you unable to see.I wanted him. I wanted to stay with him for as long as possible, I knew he was mortal and therefore had an expiration date, but I was determined to make the most of it.

The genie’s love for the kid was the seamless allusion to his humanness. How? Because those feelings made him feel real for the second time; it made him selfish again the way human beings are supposed to be. It’s just so perfect. Perfect that the selfish nature that he detested the human beings had was the very same thing that made him recall what he was before his supernatural life.

And the ending. I cannot even.

It was.





I’ll digress from this point for the reason that I don’t even know where to put the next one to form a straight coherent line.

So let me just tell you that there was one thing that I haven’t been able to grasp about the story. The ending itself. SPOILERS! if you’re planning to read this. I mean, I understood what happened, but I didn’t understand why. Why did the kid kill himself? Did the kid, just like all the other masters the genie had, fell into the realization that what he wished for was not what he was looking for?

That wasn’t so clear to me. Because I can’t even imagine how it would not be what the kid had imagined himself to be in to the point that he would be driven to death. That’s just so wrong. I got confused.

But anyway, even that factor included, I still loved the story to bits. 9? 10? I don’t know. 9, perhaps because I’m so slow I can’t even understand the ending? I’ll probably just read the other reviews for reference, but I’m really highly recommending you this if you want a short, satisfying but emo read.

Night you. Imma continue with my world outside this virtual universe.

Love me. Hate me. XOXO

Out of luck

Contrary to our title, today finally marks the first post for this blog. I am reviewing a story from fictionpress which you might have already heard about. Surprise, suprise, it’s d’Neronique “Out of Luck”, a 10-chaptered gayish gay story about Alec who lives his life through games by living under the pretense that he’s a straight guy whenever he meets with a gay-gay stranger to get any sorts of sexual pleasure.

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