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Book Release: Healing, Pandemus Chronicles Book 2 by Grace R. Duncan

Today I’m hosting Grace R. Duncan for her upcoming release, Healing, which is the second story in her post-pandemic world! I really love this piece, and had the privilege of beta reading early drafts. Read on for the blurb, an excerpt, and a Rafflecopter giveaway! Make sure to click the Rafflecopter link for the giveaway, as just leaving a comment alone doesn’t enter you into it!

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In a world that’s gone to hell, will you let old fears keep you from the chance at more than just survival?

Blurb:

When Duncan stumbles into a pharmacy in search of something to fix his broken leg, he’s surprised to find someone else there. Like the rest of the post-pandemic world, it appeared empty. Instead, he discovers Mark, a former nurse who walked away from his profession after losing too many patients to the virus. Despite swearing he’d never practice medicine again, Mark patches Duncan up over Duncan’s protests. He even finds an abandoned house in the tiny town, and they settle in until Duncan heals enough to look out for himself. Much to the chagrin of both, they find themselves caring for each other.

Duncan welcomes it, thrilled at finding someone he can trust. However, he’s well aware of the shadows in Mark’s eyes and understands Mark’s reticence as he learns the story. But as he’s starting to do things for himself again, Duncan realizes he doesn’t want Mark to leave. He’s not sure if can get Mark to let go of his fears so they can stay together and love. But Duncan’s damned sure going to try.

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Excerpt:

He should have known better. Under normal circumstances, it was a stupid move, but right here, right now, “stupid” didn’t begin to cover it.

Duncan glared at his leg for another moment, then leaned his head back against the wall. He needed to keep moving. It hurt like hell, but he had to keep going. It wasn’t going to get better on its own. The gash needed to be cleaned and bandaged, and even if the break wasn’t bad, it should at least be braced. And it wasn’t like he could call an ambulance. Or even go into an emergency room.

Well, he supposed he could go into an emergency room, if he was in the city. But like a lot of other people, he avoided the cities whenever possible. And when it wasn’t, he stayed as far on the edge as he could. But even there, it was a dangerous risk. As corrupt as the cities were now, the price of anything was higher than most could pay. He’d heard rumors that, in some of the worst cities, people simply got shot if they couldn’t pay what the thugs in power wanted. It was all rumor, but rumor he wasn’t about to ignore.

So he did his damnedest to stay away.

He’d been stupid to jump off the ledge. Even at only a couple of feet higher than he was tall, the risk hadn’t been worth it. He’d have thought, after nearly three years, he’d learned how to be more careful and not take those kinds of risks. It wasn’t the first time he’d fallen and hurt himself—though, thankfully, the last one hadn’t involved a broken bone. Maybe it should have; he might have learned his lesson then.

“Really fucking stupid, Dun.”

Duncan steeled himself and pulled to his feet, grimacing when the sharp pain shot up his ankle and through his leg. “Fuck,” he muttered, breathing hard through his nose. When he finally focused past the pain, he looked up and noted the position of the sun, the only real indication he had for the time, and figured he had another good hour or two of light. If he was right about where he was, he wouldn’t need all of it. He tucked the stick he’d found under his arm, grimaced when it dug into the soft flesh, but then leaned on it and hobbled along again.

Grace’s Bio:

Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

Grace’s website: http://www.grace-duncan.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GraceRDuncan2

Twitter: @GraceRDuncan

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Cover Reveal for “Healing” by Grace R. Duncan

I’m pleased to host a cover reveal for Healing, a new novella by Grace R. Duncan! It’s available for preorder now and coming out October 29th! This is the second in her Pandemus Chronicles series (the first, Celebrating You, was in Dreamspinner Press’ holiday anthology last year and can be purchased here. I really love the world Grace created in the Pandemus Chronicles, and it was my pleasure to beta read this story for her in its early stages.

The cover for Healing was created by the talented Paul Richmond.

In a world that’s gone to hell, will you let old fears keep you from the chance at more than just survival?

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Healing

a Pandemus Chronicles story

 

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Length: 98 Pages
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

Release Date: October 29, 2014

Blurb

When Duncan stumbles into a pharmacy in search of something to fix his broken leg, he’s surprised to find someone else there. Like the rest of the post-pandemic world, it appeared empty. Instead, he discovers Mark, a former nurse who walked away from his profession after losing too many patients to the virus. Despite swearing he’d never practice medicine again, Mark patches Duncan up over Duncan’s protests. He even finds an abandoned house in the tiny town, and they settle in until Duncan heals enough to look out for himself. Much to the chagrin of both, they find themselves caring for each other.

Duncan welcomes it, thrilled at finding someone he can trust. However, he’s well aware of the shadows in Mark’s eyes and understands Mark’s reticence as he learns the story. But as he’s starting to do things for himself again, Duncan realizes he doesn’t want Mark to leave. He’s not sure if can get Mark to let go of his fears so they can stay together and love. But Duncan’s damned sure going to try.

Preorder it at Dreamspinner Press now!

BDSM Blog Hop Post 2 – Sensation Play Short Story

Welcome to my second post for the BDSM Blog Hop! I wasn’t planning to write more than one, but I had the urge to write about one of my favorite aspects of kink – sensation play, which can involve all types of sensations (hot, cold, silky, rough, etc). And that made it the perfect time to write a piece of fanfiction I promised Grace R. Duncan I would write to celebrate the release of her first novel… over a year ago. Yes, this has been a long time coming.

 

Now, those of you who have read my previous posts may be thinking, “what is this, the unofficial Grace R. Duncan fan blog?” No, it’s not, but as I explained in my last post, Grace has been instrumental in my development in kink. She also has helped me develop as a writer. She has beta read some of my stories and encouraged me, while I’ve beta read hers, and we have even collaborated on some roleplay projects for fun.

 

It’s past time I wrote her this little gift.

 

The characters featured are from the Golden Collar series http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=976

Choices Cover art by Paul Richmond

Choices Cover art by Paul Richmond

Reading the books is not necessary to enjoy this story, but I recommend reading them all the same if you enjoy BDSM, Master/slave dynamics, erotic storytelling, and rich worldbuilding. The characters in this story are Bathasar and Teman. Bathasar is the Malik (ruler) of Neyem, a country in the fictional world of Gaea. Teman is a gypsy and former thief for hire. In Choices, when he was arrested, instead of being sent to the dungeons, he was given the choice to become a palace pleasure slave, and drew Bathasar’s attention. This story doesn’t have an exact place in the Golden Collar canon timeline, but I’d place it some time after Choices and Coronation and before Deception. In my story, Teman is Bathasar’s slave and mate, and he and Bathasar love each other deeply. Teman’s submissive tendencies and desire to serve his love and Master, Bathasar’s dominant tendencies and deep love for Teman, and the time they have spent getting to know each other’s wants and needs make them a beautiful example of a strong Master/slave couple. Their style of M/s is not one that relies on a lot of protocol like many couples I know, but it is just one way of doing M/s. I hope you enjoy this intimate scene between Bathasar and Teman, in which they explore a new-to-them form of sensation play.
So without further ado… here is:

 

Bathasar, Teman, and the Ice

 

 

“Love. Are you at a good stopping point? I have a surprise for you.”

 

Teman looked up from the book of poetry he was reading, curious. Bathasar sat in the chair across from Teman’s in front of the fireplace, a book closed in his lap and his lips quirked into a smile. The firelight danced in Bathasar’s gray eyes, which swept over Teman’s body, nude but for his jeweled collar, golden cock cage, wrist and ankle cuffs, and anklet of bells. The anticipation in Bathasar’s expression intrigued Teman.

 

Sitting up straighter in his chair, eyes on Bathasar, Teman carefully marked his page and closed his book, putting it aside.

 

The poetry could wait.

 

“Yes, Bathasar?”

 

Teman had a feeling that the surprise had something to do with whatever Bathasar had called to be brought into their rooms not long ago. Teman had looked up when Ghalib had entered with a covered metal box and deposited it on their dining table. Teman and Ghalib had exchanged smiles and greetings before Bathasar politely thanked Ghalib and dismissed him. When Ghalib had arrived, Teman had been rather absorbed in the epic poem he was reading, so he had gone back to his book, relying on Bathasar to tell him what the box was for in due time.

 

And now, apparently, it was that time.

 

Bathasar placed his book on the table beside his chair and stood, stepping closer to Teman, hand outstretched. Taking Bathasar’s warm hand and rising gracefully to his feet, Teman glanced back and forth between Bathasar’s smiling face and the box on the table.

 

“Now, where was this curiosity just a little while ago, love?” Bathasar teased, stroking the side of Teman’s face, then tucking a few strands of long brown hair behind Teman’s ear.

 

“The curiosity was there, it was just trumped by my curiosity in my book, until you actually spoke of a surprise, love,” Teman retorted lightly with a small grin. Bathasar’s surprises were always interesting, to say the least, if not extremely enjoyable. “I knew you would bring it up eventually.”

 

“I’m not sure whether to be disappointed that you weren’t more excited earlier or be glad you know me so well,” Bathasar said with a low chuckle, and leaned in to brush his lips against Teman’s. The soft touch was still enough to send a rush of pleasure through Teman’s body, amplified by Bathasar’s fingers moving to twine through his hair and massage his scalp. His cock twitched in its cage, interested in the development of events.

 

“So what’s my surprise?” Teman murmured against Bathasar’s lips, tracing a hand down Bathasar’s silk-robed back.

 

“You’ll experience it soon enough. Lie in the bed, on your back. Arms up and apart, legs spread.”

 

Teman’s cock started to fill just from Bathasar’s commanding tone, but his cage kept him from hardening completely. Bathasar released Teman, who hurried to comply. He noted that a layer of towels topped the sheets that usually adorned the bed before he positioned himself as Bathasar had ordered. Given what Bathasar had told him to do, he was likely to be bound, and most likely tormented in some delightful way, probably with what was in the box. Whatever it contained would potentially make some kind of mess, Teman presumed, because of the towels, but that didn’t give him any indication of what it was. They had played with food before, but usually in those cases, Teman was on a platter.

 

Teman watched in anticipation as Bathasar strode slowly to the bed. While Teman waited, he took the time to admire the way Bathasar’s black hair shone in the firelight, and the way the green silk robe clung to his lean, yet strong frame.

 

Bathasar approached the headboard and gently lifted Teman’s right wrist, attaching the cuff to the hook at the corner that had been installed on the bed for that purpose. After pressing a kiss to that palm, Bathasar walked around the bed and repeated the action with Teman’s other wrist cuff and palm. Next came the restraint of Teman’s ankle cuffs to the corners of the footboard – no kisses accompanied this, but Bathasar’s fingers trailed over the tops of Teman’s feet–lovingly, gently–before he released each one.

 

Being exposed and spread wide for his lover to take pleasure from made Teman’s cock swell within its cage, and he let out a small whimper of need. Need for more than just light, gentle touches to his extremities. Bathasar must have noted the sound, because he chuckled.

 

“Soon,” was all he said to soothe Teman before dropping a kiss on Teman’s lips briefly, then going over to the dining table where the box sat.

 

“Yes, Bathasar.” Teman turned his head to watch Bathasar remove the lid from the box, withdraw a metal bowl, and replace the lid.

 

Bathasar returned to Teman’s side and set the bowl on the floor before Teman could get a good look at what was in it. When Bathasar trailed his fingers teasingly down Teman’s chest, Teman shivered, and looked into Bathasar’s eyes in surprise.

 

Bathasar’s fingers were cold.

 

“Bathasar?”

 

With a smirk, Bathasar lifted something from the bowl for Teman to see, and Teman laughed when realization hit.

 

It was a chunk of ice.

“I overheard one of the nobles talking about using ice on a slave, and thought, given your beautiful reactions to what I already do to you, we might enjoy playing with this,” Bathasar said.

 

“Yes, please,” Teman said breathlessly.

 

Bathasar’s smile widened, and he replaced the ice before removing the chain that held the key to Teman’s cage from around his neck. Bathasar unlocked the cage and put aside the pieces, then replaced the chain around his neck. Teman’s cock was at full hardness within moments, thanks to his conditioning.

 

“I will never tire of seeing that,” Bathasar remarked, before brushing the fingers which had just been holding the ice over Teman’s erection.

 

Teman shuddered at the cool skin on his hot flesh and bucked up for more contact, but Bathasar had already stopped touching him.

 

If just cool fingers did this to him, what would ice do?

He was about to find out, as Bathasar had reached back into the bowl and was currently holding a piece of ice directly above one of Teman’s nipples. He could feel the cold radiating from the ice, causing his nipple to tighten and harden, and he bit his lip, waiting for Bathasar to close the distance.

 

And when Bathasar did, Teman let out a moan.

 

The first sensation was that of extreme cold, more than he was used to, since his baths were always hot, and the palace was kept at a comfortable temperature. But as Bathasar rubbed the ice in a circular motion over Teman’s nipple, the feeling began to change to less unfamiliar, and more pleasurable. Bathasar moved the melting ice to Teman’s other nipple, and Teman moaned again with the contact.

 

It felt good, that much was certain. His erection certainly seemed to agree, not having flagged in the slightest as Bathasar repeated what he had done with Teman’s other nipple.

 

“That’s it, Teman,” Bathasar urged, “enjoy it.”

 

“Yes…” Teman agreed, and closed his eyes, surrendering to sensation.

 

The contrast between the frigid ice on one nipple, the coolness of air on the wet nipple that had just been let be, and the relative warmth of the rest of his body disoriented his sense of touch. He was completely at Bathasar’s mercy, not knowing what his lover would do next, and yet he felt at ease. He knew he could trust Bathasar to make the experience amazing.

 

The ice was gone from his nipple then, and Teman felt chill wetness at his lips.

 

“Open,” Bathasar commanded, and Teman complied, allowing the sliver of ice that remained to drop into his mouth, then down his throat.

 

Teman felt Bathasar’s lips on his, and opened to let Bathasar’s surprisingly cold tongue enter his mouth, depositing another small piece of ice for Teman to suck on and quench the thirst he hadn’t even realized he felt.

 

“Thank you,” he whispered when Bathasar drew back.

 

“Of course,” Bathasar said. “But I’m far from done with you.”

 

Teman opened his eyes to see Bathasar’s expression, which showed excitement, arousal, and love. Bathasar returned to the bowl to draw out another piece of ice, but this time, he ran it from Teman’s breastbone downward, teasing lower and lower. He swirled the ice around Teman’s navel and Teman shivered and laughed at the wet, cold tickle. Teman closed his eyes again.

 

And then the ice was where Teman had hoped Bathasar would use it.

 

First Bathasar touched it to the head of Teman’s cock, eliciting a yelp of surprise at just how strong of a sensation the freezing object produced. Bathasar chuckled at Teman’s reaction and swirled the ice around the head for just a little while, before running it up and down the shaft: underneath, on the sides, on the top. Teman shook uncontrollably, whimpering, and couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, the newness of the sensation, or the stimulation. Whatever it was, he didn’t care, he just wanted more. He could tell from Bathasar’s laugh that he was pleasing his love, and that was what he wanted.

 

When the current piece of ice melted, Bathasar pressed another to Teman’s balls, making Teman twitch and cry out.

 

“Is that alright?” Bathasar asked, a note of concern in his voice. He withdrew the ice and stroked the side of Teman’s face.

 

Teman managed to open his eyes and smile. “Yes, just… surprising,” he explained.

 

“Do you want more?”

 

Teman nodded, and Bathasar kissed him.

 

“Good,” Bathasar said with relief. “Because I have plans for you yet.”

 

Closing his eyes once more, Teman took deep breaths as he waited for Bathasar to resume their play.

 

He was startled by Bathasar’s mouth wrapping around his erection, accompanied by a piece of ice. Bathasar used his tongue to press the piece against the underside of Teman’s cock. Teman let out a noise he could not remember ever having made, and a laugh vibrated around his cock, indicating Bathasar’s pleasure at the reaction.

 

Teman was glad he was bound to the bed, because he didn’t think he’d have been able to avoid accidentally flailing his arms and legs otherwise, with what Bathasar had decided to do. Oral sex was something Bathasar was already quite skilled at, but adding ice to the mix took the sensation up to a whole other level. Teman was whimpering, shaking and unconsciously tugging against his restraints as the ice and Bathasar’s tongue swirled around his cock, accompanied by sucking.

 

Just when Teman didn’t think he could be any more stimulated, he felt ice against his balls again. This time, he didn’t yelp, but moaned as it slid over his sac. His balls drew up against his body and he fought in vain to keep some semblance of sanity as Bathasar continued to torment him. It was a hopeless cause, he would fall to pieces the second Bathasar granted him an orgasm, but Bathasar would also make sure that those pieces came back together afterward.

 

The ice moved from his balls down Teman’s taint, and he groaned.

 

And then it was touching his entrance, sliding around teasingly, until Bathasar pushed it in.

 

With a strangled cry, Teman bucked up deeper into Bathasar’s mouth, which lifted off him for a moment, only to return with a new piece of ice.

 

The sounds that were coming from Teman were almost inhuman, as the small piece of ice inside him began to melt and Bathasar sucked and licked and swirled the ice around Teman’s erection. Teman wouldn’t have been able to open his eyes even if he tried; the sensations of cold and pleasure were simply too overwhelming. He was teetering on the brink of orgasm already. It was so soon, but he wanted it so badly, wanted Bathasar to make him come. The pleasure built within him as he continued to tremble and let out a string of sounds. Teman gasped for air, trying to find words, to tell Bathasar, to beg for what he needed.

 

“Bathasar… please… close… may I?” Teman managed to request.

 

Bathasar lifted off Teman’s cock just enough to speak the command Teman needed to hear to find release.

 

“Come,” Bathasar ordered, and dove back to sucking Teman to completion. It only took an instant before Teman cried out as his orgasm surged through him, balls emptying stream after stream of come into Bathasar’s throat.

 

Gasping for air, dots dancing behind his eyelids, Teman trembled with aftershocks as Bathasar slowly released his softening cock.

 

Moments later, while he floated just off the surface of nowhere, he felt his cuffs being unhooked from the bed. Then Bathasar’s warm, smooth skin was up against his side, and he realized that Bathasar must have disrobed.

 

Time passed, with Bathasar stroking his chest, murmuring endearments, and praising him. Little by little, Teman came back to himself, his body and mind feeling connected again. He opened his eyes.

 

“How are you feeling, beloved?” Bathasar asked, smiling down at Teman.

 

“Mmm, wonderful,” Teman replied, a blissful grin on his face. “Thank you.”

 

“You know,” Bathasar mused, “we still have some ice left over.”

“Bathasar?” Teman wasn’t sure if he was up for another session of so much sensation so soon, if that was what Bathasar was getting at.

“When you’ve recovered, I expect you to serve me. Use the ice on me,” Bathasar explained.

 

Ah. Well. That certainly sounded enticing. Teman’s smile widened.

“Gladly, Bathasar.”

 

 

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No Sacrifice by Grace R. Duncan – Release Day Review

For my first post about other authors’ fiction, it is my pleasure to be posting the review I’ve written for the wonderful Grace R. Duncan’s latest release, No Sacrifice! Grace has a Rafflecopter Giveaway going for the next 11 days, linked later in the post.

 

First off, let’s take a look at the lovely cover, blurb, and some info about Grace, then I’ll get into my review, which does not contain spoilers for specific plot details.

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Blurb:

Patrick has taken his acting talents from high school all the way to a role in a major television show. But as the show progresses, his life of absolute certainties crumbles when he finds himself reacting to the kisses of his male costar. He refuses to accept it, reminding himself he’s married and a father—and thus, straight.

One night he goes to drink his worries away, meets Chance Dillon, and can’t take his eyes off the man. After having a little too much alcohol, he spills his problem to Chance, who helps him realize there’s something other than gay and straight. Patrick’s new understanding of his bisexual identity helps him sleep better—until the next day, when he discovers Chance is a sound technician on the same set.

As their friendship grows and Patrick’s marriage ends, he recognizes a possibility for much more with Chance. But Patrick isn’t ready to be out the way Chance has been for so long, and when the matter is taken out of Patrick’s hands, he pushes Chance away to spare him the mess Patrick’s life has become. By the time he realizes his mistake, it may be too late.

Order links: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5106 (ebook)
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Author’s Bio:

Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

 

Author Links

Grace R. Duncan’s Website: http://www.grace-duncan.com/

Grace R. Duncan on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/GraceRDuncan2

Grace R. Duncan on Twitter: https://twitter.com/GraceRDuncan

Grace R. Duncan on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/djserani/videos

Grace R. Duncan on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6606362.Grace_R_Duncan

 

Sara’s Review

Rating: Five out of five stars. No question about it.

 

No Sacrifice is, hands down, one of the best novels I have ever read, M/M or otherwise, and one of my favorites. Grace Duncan has created a rich, compelling story with many facets that are skillfully woven together to make a fantastic book.

 

What No Sacrifice is:

 

A love story – of Patrick and Chance, two flawed men, one trying to find himself, one who already knows himself… their developing friendship, and their developing romance.

 

A story with a rich cast of characters – The protagonists, Patrick and Chance, are interesting, lovable people, and well developed. Patrick is not the brightest person, at Grace’s admission, but he has a good heart and is dedicated, to his job and loved ones. Chance is a kind, supportive person but he has his own issues as well, especially with how he sees his own worth. The supporting characters are also all multifaceted and important to the story. We have Patrick’s adorable, funny young son Avery, the wise and fabulous drag queen Sophia, and the sweet but no-nonsense waitress Marcy and kind cook Pablo. Patrick’s wife at the beginning of the story, Emily, is a bit confusing at first in her motivations but has an important role to play, and her shy friend Sara is an interesting side character as well. Patrick’s friend and sometimes-asshole co-star Rhys plays a big role in confusing him and helping him, and will be getting his own story. Costars Sebastian and Angelo are fun, good friends to Patrick and Chance, and are deserving of their own story. Even jerk director Jack isn’t one dimensional. Patrick and Chance’s families have big roles to play in No Sacrifice. Patrick’s loving but traditional Mama Kalea and quiet father Shaughn, his wise no-nonsense great-Aunt Tutu, and his many, varied siblings all have important roles in the story. Finally, we have Chance’s strong, loving mother Violet, homophobic brother Gareth, and intense but sweet Vannah. And that’s just the main supporting cast… there are side characters who I didn’t even mention here.

 

A coming out story – of Patrick, both to himself and others, sometimes to acceptance, sometimes to much less.

 

A story about family – both blood and chosen family, and deciding which is more important.

 

A story about choices – both smart and unwise, both good and mistakes.

 

A story accurately addressing bisexuality – Patrick first has to come to terms with his own bisexuality, then deal with misconceptions and lack of acceptance from people he knows. Though Grace didn’t set out to make a PSA about bisexuality when writing No Sacrifice, the book does address many of the challenges that bisexual people face in society.

 

A sexy story – No Sacrifice has a healthy helping of some very steamy, sexy scenes. Grace is very good at writing varied sex that is emotional and hot.

 

An emotionally moving story – This story has made me laugh, and made my heart ache. Fans of humor, angst, and fluff will all find something to enjoy.

 

A friends to lovers story – Patrick and Chance start out as friends, and we get to read their relationship developing over the months.

 

And finally, a fantastically written book – Grace R. Duncan has a wonderful way with words. Her prose is so well written, and the dialogue flows so realistically.

 

No Sacrifice comes with my highest recommendations. I have already read it three times and know I will come back to it again and again, because it is just so fantastic.

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