Sasha Distan

This is very very cool. Dare I ask what people think of the the drug PrEP they are going to start supplying here in the UK, on the NHS no less, which is a preventative protective measure for those seen to be most at risk of infection? https://www.theguardian.com/society/2016/aug/02/users-of-hiv-prevention-prep-urge-nhs-to-fund-life-changing-medicine I think it's awesome (the fewer people with HIV and AIDS, the better) but at the same time, part of me still can't believe there are people in the UK (where we have education, condoms, the internet, a free and fully accessible medical service and all people under 25 are now issued with a C card (for getting condoms free from all doctors surgeries, clinics, and some shops) at 16) are still putting themselves at risk of infection. I look at my students and part of me can't help but think: you managed to be organised enough to put a cover on your iphone, how hard could it be to get a condom on yourself?

when you have eternity, lots of things lose their value. What's worth your time when all you have is time?

He'll get it tamed, just you wait and see. As for the longing... well let's just that that's going to take on a rather pleasant and familiar form!

yeah, that's just a missing 'a' Kiaza is a nice guy, he always has been. and it's nice to be helpful... especially to pretty young men!

haha! He also got force of dominance, which he sort of had anyway, but it means no one tries to fuck with him.

“Try again.” “I don’t want to hurt you.” “I’ll be fine. I’m quick, don’t worry. Try again.” “OK.” Lahja took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment and listened to the space between the thudding of his heart. It was getting easier to call the body ‘his’ now; the strange way he had talked about ‘it’ had earned him glances from the people he lives with he did not like, and he was glad these were fading too. Between one heartbeat and the next, the demon opened his eyes, focused on his targe

I'm so glad we can give you happiness, and that we entertained you for the day. One day I look forwards to having time for re-reading in one sitting! thank you so much for your lovely comments Jeff, it's so nice to know you've appreciated all the little details and the soft scenes. I adore Emmett's ceiling, it's what I wished I could have as a kid. and yes, things will continue at our very own glacial pace. and that is now my new favourite phrase xxx

not blind, but cautious. Jian's patience isn't a tiger thing, it's just a Jian thing. Thank you for the review, glad you're having fun! xx

I can't over the whistling right at the start. Love it!

oh, you'll just have to wait and see. you know these big strong types... sometimes they just have to feel a little vulnerable. thanks for the lovely review xx

that's about the long and short of it, yes. Feelings make every touch and kiss that much more important. Add that to Jian being the only guy Emmett has ever bought home and you have a lot of tension. Plus if Emmett's reading the whole thing wrong, there's not a lot of way's out of Mooseonee over the Christmas period...

thank you. Strong foundations are important, especially when you weigh as much as a healthy polar bear! I hope we keep you entertained, and thanks again x

ice fishing for the win! I'll say again what I said with Falling For A Bear - kissing wild bears is not recommended... we like you alive Carlos.

thank you! I figured they deserved a little break from heartache.

He's being cautious... and nice. He's a nice guy. Nice guys don't just jump their best friends like that.

aren't we just? And the proms 'won' this week, which hasn't happened in ages. Just look at all that shiny new reading material; how could anyone have time to get bored?

*facepalm* is going to be a theme here, I can tell. Ice fishing is fun though, see?

xxx My favourite one

Emmett woke, yawned, stretched, and rolled off his bed, taking the duvet with him. He rose blinking, onto all fours, and the polar bear took a deep breath through his black nose. Home smelt different: and his room smelt of Jian. The memory of the tiger lying on his mattress was blurred by the dream Emmett had told himself – nothing sexual, just he and Jian walking in the snow, hand in hand – and by the beautiful vision of him standing out in the snow, lit up in vivid colours by the dancing of Th

It was sweet, and I liked the concept of Kelly and Martin sticking them together in the escape room to et everything sorted out. Oddly, we have friends who are a Kelly and Martin too, I did their wedding cake a couple of years ago. Couldn't help but picture them in this.

Thank you! Ahh, but if I indulgence in an epilogue, then I would be too tempted to reveal too much, and it would ruin the lovely hopefulness of the ending. In hindsight, maybe mentioning it was a tattoo bandage on Niel'd shoulder would have been smart, and you're right in assuming it's from Oom Dirk. It is. It will become Niels's second favourite tattoo. Considering there was only ever supposed to be one Ink Boys story, I am very proud of your comments. Thank you so much. Happy reading!

Thank you very much. I'm a descriptive prose junkie at heart, so this makes me very pleased. So glad you enjoyed it and took the time to review. Thank you xx

that would be about the long and short of it, yes. Though I'm not sure most of the mind messing is being done by Kiorl himself. He's always had a tendency to overthink things.

He's a demon, evil and destruction are built in. Senseless violence is Kiorl's bread and butter. We've seen a lot of his sweet thoughtful side lately, boy needs to let go. I'm sorry you're not a fan, hopefully you'll stick with us though. It won't always be this bad.

“I can’t believe he was up and I missed it!” Kiaza rolled his green eyes dramatically. “No fair.” Tobias scowled at him, and Kiaza grinned impishly. He was old enough and skilled enough to know exactly how to shield his mind from the empath. To Tobias, Kiaza was as slippery as his snaky features suggested. “Oh, you were way too busy having Jem pound you into oblivion. In the shower,” Tobias’s glare slipped from Kiaza to his lover, “again.” Jeremiah didn’t even bother to look up. “Oh get off