#i think i have an old list in amazon uk if you wanna see that idk

[the-kipsabian]

this feels silly to make kinda but hi :)

my name is night (or crow if you prefer) and my birthday is october 7th, so a month from the point this post goes live

i dont usually like asking for things but. this year has been incredibly fucking difficult personally. and i hate my birthdays cause im usually alone and feel unwanted and old even tho im only turning 32 but. yeah

so heres a few things for consideration that would make me happy on this day of birth in this absolute shitty garbage year of 2024 💜

amazon wishlist (its from the german amazon cause its the only place i can order from without extra costs from customs)

amazon wishlist specifically for bracelet stuff

ko-fi shop

just go tell kip hes loved and appreciated tho. i bother him enough already as it is i dont need to do it on my birthday lmao

and um yeah. anything orangekip for those creative. i love you

uh. yeah. thats it i think. just for your consideration, im absolutely not requiring anything (apart from maybe you telling kip hes loved. i think he needs to hear that more than he does tbh), this is just a silly lil post for your consideration 💜

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  Out by Cara Dee

“I guess I always figured coming out was something you did for friends and family, and maybe it is, but it’s personal too, you know? The person I was last night is new. I wanna get to know him.”

Title: Out

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Pairing: Gay Romance

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Synopsis:

I had two things on my list when I arrived in Los Angeles. One, track down Henry Bennington, the uncle and guardian of my little brother’s best friend, and tell him to get his ass back to Washington. He needed to do something about his nephew, who was turning into a douchebag. And two, figure out just how non-straight I was. For the past two years, I’d had all these fantasies, and now was the time to explore them, far away from my sleepy little town.

Nowhere on this list did it say, “Get Ty’s uncle into bed and fall for him.” I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with another city either. But between brunch, making new friends, and discovering the man I was meant to be, I lost sight of the future that had once seemed pretty damn vivid. How the hell was I supposed to merge my old life and who I used to be with the new dreams Los Angeles and Henry had awakened in me?

Teaser:

“I have a question, Zach,” Martin said.

“You can’t buy me new pants, man,” I replied.

The two men shared a stunned expression before amusement took over, and I felt bold. Comfortable, most of all. I smirked and shifted in my seat, then dug back into my food.

After the chuckles had died down, Martin faced Henry with a serious look. “I want to keep him. Don’t tell me I can’t.”

Even Henry smiled at that.

“But no, you rascal, that wasn’t what I wanted to ask,” Martin told me. “Although, I’ll certainly try again later. My question is about next week. Will you be doing any sightseeing?”

I hadn’t really thought about that. I was here to explore something else. That said, it would be cool to see some of the stuff I’d watched on TV. The Hollywood sign, Santa Monica Pier, and Venice.

“Maybe some.” I chewed slowly, guessing this was an opportunity to try some of that honesty. My stomach did a somersault, and my hunger faded momentarily. I had to jump, though. I’d regret it if I didn’t. “Ehm, the thing is…” I cleared my throat and reached for a wineglass. Condensation had fogged the surface, and I took a big gulp of it. I wasn’t much of a wine drinker, but it did the trick. “I was wondering…um, what’s West Hollywood like?”

I’d heard it was a neighborhood with a strong gay culture. A gayborhood, if you will.

You learned the weirdest terms online. I still wasn’t sure what the difference was between twinks and twunks.

Henry had grown still, and he put down his lobster roll and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He didn’t look super comfortable.

Martin eyed me up and down, a small smirk playing on his lips. “So perhaps you don’t have a girlfriend at home.”

I shook my head no.

Looked like all I had to do was mention West Hollywood and they knew where I was going with this.

Martin patted my hand. “Hon, is this new to you?”

“Very.” I managed a weak smile, and my heart pounded. “I don’t want to suppress it, though. I’ve had these thoughts for two years. I wanna find out.”

If I didn’t know any better, he looked proud. It didn’t make sense. With their obvious surprise settling, they started eating again. At least Martin did. Henry seemed more interested in his wine.

My guess was it was a sensitive topic for him because of how he’d been treated when he came out.

I didn’t know Martin’s history.

“How old are you?” Martin asked. “Twenty-two, twenty-three?”

I nearly balked. I didn’t look that fucking young, did I? “I’m twenty-seven!”

He waved a hand. “Semantics for me.” Thoughtful and chewing, he looked at his friend. “What do you think, Henry? We can’t in good conscience send him to WeHo clubs.”

“Definitely not.” Henry’s voice was quiet, yet firm. As if the idea was ludicrous. “They’ll eat him alive.”

“Do you go there? To the clubs there, I mean.” I glanced between the two.

Henry’s mouth twisted up.

Martin laughed outright. “Oh no, dear. We’ve aged out of the system.”

I wanted Henry’s take on things. Despite his evident discomfort, I looked at him in question. Teach me. Or hell, kiss me if you won’t tell me where to go. Okay, perhaps that would make him more uncomfortable.

He surrendered with a sigh, and he put down his food once more. “West Hollywood’s clubs might be too much if you’re just testing the waters and want to take things slowly. Their scene is a meat market. Not that I’ve been there in ages. As Martin pointed out, we’re not part of the demographic anymore.”

“We’re too old,” Martin supplied.

Henry shot him a frustrated look. “Thank you for reminding me.”

“You’re very welcome,” he replied, and I couldn’t help but grin. “Henry’s right, Zach. If you want sexy go-go boys and a round of Dude, Where’s My Car when you wake up not knowing where you are, those clubs are perfect.” He made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Of course, you can find low-key bars as well, and many of my friends have settled down in domesticated gay heaven there, but we can probably find you a nice gay bar on the westside, too.”

West Hollywood wasn’t west enough?

Henry inclined his head. “There’s no need to dive straight into the club scene.” He paused. “You haven’t visited any gay-friendly bars at home?”

I shook my head. “I’m not…hiding, per se. But I haven’t been comfortable yet.”

If I came home with a boyfriend, I didn’t believe I’d face many problems. My nana was open-minded and accepting, and Mattie had friends who were already out. I just…I guessed I was one of those guys who liked to process things on my own first, and this was the option with which I was most at ease. I wouldn’t be on my own, but I would be away from everyone I knew.

“So a chill bar or something,” I said, getting us back on track. “Will you guys go with me?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely, darling.” Martin nodded and licked filling off his finger.

“Thank you.” I was relieved.

“Wait for it,” Henry muttered.

I frowned in confusion, and Martin’s eyes landed on me, his expression gleeful.

“You can’t go to a gay bar like that,” he said.

Goddammit.

“You’re talking about shopping, aren’t you?” My shoulders slumped. I didn’t know squat about fashion, and I wasn’t very interested.

“I am, yes, and it’s nonnegotiable.” He was too smug.

I agreed with his terms, though. I wanted to experience as much as possible. Even if it meant shopping.

“Can we go today?” I asked.

Martin laughed softly. “Boy’s eager, Henry.”

Henry merely hummed and took a swig of his wine.

About Cara:

I’m often stoically silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex. There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly. Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve. Additionally, I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

Website: https://www.caradeewrites.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/caradeewrites/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CaraDeeWrites

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/carawrites/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6936449.Cara_Dee

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  Out by Cara Dee

“I guess I always figured coming out was something you did for friends and family, and maybe it is, but it’s personal too, you know? The person I was last night is new. I wanna get to know him.”

Title: Out

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Pairing: Gay Romance

Amazon US: http://a.co/1gmT7J0

Amazon CAN: https://goo.gl/cnxq29

Amazon AUS: https://goo.gl/CNtqTX

Amazon DE: https://goo.gl/f3kYsJ

Amazon UK: https://goo.gl/io2gz8

Goodreads: https://goo.gl/Y2fB4U

Synopsis:

I had two things on my list when I arrived in Los Angeles. One, track down Henry Bennington, the uncle and guardian of my little brother’s best friend, and tell him to get his ass back to Washington. He needed to do something about his nephew, who was turning into a douchebag. And two, figure out just how non-straight I was. For the past two years, I’d had all these fantasies, and now was the time to explore them, far away from my sleepy little town.

Nowhere on this list did it say, “Get Ty’s uncle into bed and fall for him.” I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with another city either. But between brunch, making new friends, and discovering the man I was meant to be, I lost sight of the future that had once seemed pretty damn vivid. How the hell was I supposed to merge my old life and who I used to be with the new dreams Los Angeles and Henry had awakened in me?

Teaser:

“I have a question, Zach,” Martin said.

“You can’t buy me new pants, man,” I replied.

The two men shared a stunned expression before amusement took over, and I felt bold. Comfortable, most of all. I smirked and shifted in my seat, then dug back into my food.

After the chuckles had died down, Martin faced Henry with a serious look. “I want to keep him. Don’t tell me I can’t.”

Even Henry smiled at that.

“But no, you rascal, that wasn’t what I wanted to ask,” Martin told me. “Although, I’ll certainly try again later. My question is about next week. Will you be doing any sightseeing?”

I hadn’t really thought about that. I was here to explore something else. That said, it would be cool to see some of the stuff I’d watched on TV. The Hollywood sign, Santa Monica Pier, and Venice.

“Maybe some.” I chewed slowly, guessing this was an opportunity to try some of that honesty. My stomach did a somersault, and my hunger faded momentarily. I had to jump, though. I’d regret it if I didn’t. “Ehm, the thing is…” I cleared my throat and reached for a wineglass. Condensation had fogged the surface, and I took a big gulp of it. I wasn’t much of a wine drinker, but it did the trick. “I was wondering…um, what’s West Hollywood like?”

I’d heard it was a neighborhood with a strong gay culture. A gayborhood, if you will.

You learned the weirdest terms online. I still wasn’t sure what the difference was between twinks and twunks.

Henry had grown still, and he put down his lobster roll and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He didn’t look super comfortable.

Martin eyed me up and down, a small smirk playing on his lips. “So perhaps you don’t have a girlfriend at home.”

I shook my head no.

Looked like all I had to do was mention West Hollywood and they knew where I was going with this.

Martin patted my hand. “Hon, is this new to you?”

“Very.” I managed a weak smile, and my heart pounded. “I don’t want to suppress it, though. I’ve had these thoughts for two years. I wanna find out.”

If I didn’t know any better, he looked proud. It didn’t make sense. With their obvious surprise settling, they started eating again. At least Martin did. Henry seemed more interested in his wine.

My guess was it was a sensitive topic for him because of how he’d been treated when he came out.

I didn’t know Martin’s history.

“How old are you?” Martin asked. “Twenty-two, twenty-three?”

I nearly balked. I didn’t look that fucking young, did I? “I’m twenty-seven!”

He waved a hand. “Semantics for me.” Thoughtful and chewing, he looked at his friend. “What do you think, Henry? We can’t in good conscience send him to WeHo clubs.”

“Definitely not.” Henry’s voice was quiet, yet firm. As if the idea was ludicrous. “They’ll eat him alive.”

“Do you go there? To the clubs there, I mean.” I glanced between the two.

Henry’s mouth twisted up.

Martin laughed outright. “Oh no, dear. We’ve aged out of the system.”

I wanted Henry’s take on things. Despite his evident discomfort, I looked at him in question. Teach me. Or hell, kiss me if you won’t tell me where to go. Okay, perhaps that would make him more uncomfortable.

He surrendered with a sigh, and he put down his food once more. “West Hollywood’s clubs might be too much if you’re just testing the waters and want to take things slowly. Their scene is a meat market. Not that I’ve been there in ages. As Martin pointed out, we’re not part of the demographic anymore.”

“We’re too old,” Martin supplied.

Henry shot him a frustrated look. “Thank you for reminding me.”

“You’re very welcome,” he replied, and I couldn’t help but grin. “Henry’s right, Zach. If you want sexy go-go boys and a round of Dude, Where’s My Car when you wake up not knowing where you are, those clubs are perfect.” He made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Of course, you can find low-key bars as well, and many of my friends have settled down in domesticated gay heaven there, but we can probably find you a nice gay bar on the westside, too.”

West Hollywood wasn’t west enough?

Henry inclined his head. “There’s no need to dive straight into the club scene.” He paused. “You haven’t visited any gay-friendly bars at home?”

I shook my head. “I’m not…hiding, per se. But I haven’t been comfortable yet.”

If I came home with a boyfriend, I didn’t believe I’d face many problems. My nana was open-minded and accepting, and Mattie had friends who were already out. I just…I guessed I was one of those guys who liked to process things on my own first, and this was the option with which I was most at ease. I wouldn’t be on my own, but I would be away from everyone I knew.

“So a chill bar or something,” I said, getting us back on track. “Will you guys go with me?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely, darling.” Martin nodded and licked filling off his finger.

“Thank you.” I was relieved.

“Wait for it,” Henry muttered.

I frowned in confusion, and Martin’s eyes landed on me, his expression gleeful.

“You can’t go to a gay bar like that,” he said.

Goddammit.

“You’re talking about shopping, aren’t you?” My shoulders slumped. I didn’t know squat about fashion, and I wasn’t very interested.

“I am, yes, and it’s nonnegotiable.” He was too smug.

I agreed with his terms, though. I wanted to experience as much as possible. Even if it meant shopping.

“Can we go today?” I asked.

Martin laughed softly. “Boy’s eager, Henry.”

Henry merely hummed and took a swig of his wine.

About Cara:

I’m often stoically silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex. There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly. Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve. Additionally, I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

Website: https://www.caradeewrites.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/caradeewrites/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CaraDeeWrites

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/carawrites/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6936449.Cara_Dee

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Bombshell, an all-new sexy and swoony standalone from CD Reiss is available now!

Bombshell by CD Reiss Publication Date: May 1st, 2017 Publisher: Montlake Genre: Contemporary Romance Synopsis: Hollywood bad boy Brad Sinclair always gets his way, whether it’s the role he wants or the bikini-clad model he has to have. But when a bombshell gets dropped in his lap in the form of a dimpled five-year-old from a forgotten relationship, he knows his life is about to change forever. Cara DuMont isn’t exactly thrilled when she gets assigned to be the nanny for the latest box-office king. She has one rule: no celebrity fathers, especially single ones with devilish good looks and rock-hard abs. But as soon as Cara meets Brad and his adorable little girl, she knows she’s in for a world of trouble. Because there’s something about the way Brad looks at her that makes her believe that some rules are meant to be broken… Excerpt: The front door opened. I expected a housekeeper or butler, but it was the actor himself. I hadn’t forgotten how beautiful he was; I’d just chosen not to think about it. “Ma’am,” he said. Southern boy. Parents together. Christian elementary. Public secondary. Two years at USC Drama. Dates his costars for a month after the wrap party, then moves on. Poring through the trades and making calls, I’d discovered he’d spend at least eight of the next twelve months overseas doing action movies, but most had postproduction in town. “Mr. Sinclair,” I said, holding my hand out. “Nice to see you outside a bathroom.” He shook my hand. I’d shaken plenty of famous hands attached to gorgeous men, but my imagination was sparked by the way his fingers slid against mine to grasp them and the way our palms pressed together. My mind clouded over with ripped sheets, hard muscles, and soft skin. “Pleasure’s mine,” he said and my brain skipped like a trip on a cracked sidewalk over the word pleasure. He didn’t give me the oversincere hand-over-clasp to show me how damn happy he was to see me, but there was something intimate about that half a second. Just a consultation. I followed him into the house. Dora Donovan had designed it. Looked like her with her faux-midcentury white couch and shag rug. That wasn’t going to work with playdates unless he wanted to keep an upholsterer on staff. We went through the living room to a smaller room with a pool table smack in the middle. It had a stained glass Budweiser lamp over it and was racked for nine-ball. Dora Donovan had nothing to do with this room, for sure. “Wanna sit?” He held a chair out for me. The glass-topped table was just inside the open patio doors and was set with iced tea. I sat. “I’m not a date,” I said kindly, indicating the iced tea setup. “Just so you know. You don’t have to do things like hold the chair for me.” “Habit, I guess.” He sat opposite me. “Chivalry is nice. But with the nanny, whomever you hire, it can be misconstrued.” He smirked a little, as if misconstruing his own thoughts. I cleared my throat and pulled my jacket closed. Read Today! (Free in Kindle Unlimited) Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2oyQhoz Amazon UK: http://tinyurl.com/jzo7dly Paperback http://amzn.to/2obeYmI Audio: http://amzn.to/2oblJVI Add to Goodreads: http://tinyurl.com/zhgfx32

My 5★ Review:

I loved so much about this book! I was captivated by this forbidden romance from the very first scene. There is just something about having a glimpse into the private lives of very public stars that is enticing and enlightening. This story is hilarious, and sexy but also poignant, emotional, and passionate. This is the first book I've read by Ms. Reiss and I don't know what took me so long. She easily, and expertly pulled me in and made me feel every action and emotion. I felt like I was really there, right down to the smallest motion, without feeling like I was being told about it but experiencing it. Brad and Cara were both wonderfully real characters. I didn't always agree with their decisions or actions but that is what makes them authentic to me. Their banter is clever, fun and sexy and their chemistry is off the charts. The secondary characters were all genuine and added fun, tension and intrigue. I especially loved Brad's sweet and adorable daughter, Nicole. This is not an easy journey as they maneuver life in the public eye but so worth the bumpy ride. I highly recommend this beautiful, funny, exhilarating, poignant and sexy romance! About the Author CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn't pick up she's at the well hauling buckets. Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master's degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels. She's frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn't ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood. If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine. Connect with CD Reiss: Amazon: http://amzn.to/2iwpkPQ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CDReiss.writer/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/cdreisswriter Instagram: https://instagram.com/cdreiss/ Website: www.cdreiss.com Newsletter: https://cdreiss.com/cd-reiss-mailing-list-signup/