The Duke I Once Knew by Olivia Drake
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The Duke I Once Knew grows much stronger as it goes along and gains momentum, and its conclusion will put a smile on every reader’s face.
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The Best Books of 2018: Romance!
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The best of a genre stacked with devilish dukes, concupiscent cowboys, ingenious ingenues, and naughty nannies.
Read MoreDon’t Quit Your Day Job by Michael Fedo
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Smart, determined would-be writers will learn a great deal from this veteran’s favorite stories.
Read MoreFrederick Douglass, Prophet of Freedom by David W. Blight
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A thoroughly human portrait that serves to clarify the greatness of the leading orator and writer of the era.
Shelter in Place by Nora Roberts
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A romantic thriller featuring the ripped-from-the-headlines issue of gun violence alongside trauma recovery, romance, and family drama.
Read MoreJoe Gould's Secret by Joseph Mitchell
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Joe Gould’s Secret, Joseph Mitchell’s 1965 book of New Yorker profiles about the eponymous writer, will appeal to all creatives.
Read MoreRegency Romance Bingo
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In the wake of another ho-hum Valentine’s Day, I encourage you to curl up with a Regency romance and scream “Bingo” repeatedly.
Read MoreBlood Fury by J. R. Ward
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In J. R. Ward's latest “Black Dagger” volume, sheet-scorching shenanigans very nearly take a back seat to meaningful relationships. Are our favorite warrior-vampires becoming … sensitive?
Read MoreIt’s a Mystery: “Most things are both true and absurd”
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At the start of Strangers, Joanna Berrigan is home alone in her house near Munich when she is confronted by a man who is a complete stranger to her. He has let himself into the house with a key and insists he’s Erik Thieben, her fiancé, and that they live together. As he talks, attempting familiarity, nothing he says makes sense. The more he tries to comfort, the greater her terror. Furthermore, there is nothing in the house that suggests anyone else lives there. So why, the creepier he becomes, does she feel like she’s the one who’s crazy?
Read MoreBefore I Lose My Style by Mike Kaspar
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Contemporary gay fiction can be so much of a type that readers searching for quality are naturally skittish. A half-naked male body on the cover? The elevation of senseless bed-hopping into a lifestyle? The Devil Wears Product Placement gone amok? The slightest thing can send us fleeing back to Edmund White.
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