I like romance and boys loving boys in my books.
You can also find me on my main blog.
I don't have a lot of clever words for this one either, other than that it made me angry, so angry, because the gay-bashing within happens still all over the world, and it enrages me to know that people like Ronnie exists, people who hate others simply for who they are.
I cried a lot. Donald's grief and pain, and even his numbness, all rang true.
I wanted to reach in and throttle the young men who commit this horrible crime before it happened, so Mark could live, and he and Donald could be happy.
The afterword from the author about killed me. Thank you to the cop who showed up just in time so his story didn't end like Donald and Mark's.