#queerreads

🏳️‍⚧️Trans Rights Readathon🏳️‍⚧️ is happening now! March 21-31 📚📖❤️

Here are some of my favorite books that are written by or about trans, non-binary, and gender-queer folks (I’ve probably reread A Lady for a Duke a dozen times in the last two years).

Finn stood in front of his bedroom mirror, and smirked to himself. Ryan and Mara were due to arrive any second, and he looked fabulous.

The outfit was a carefully curated sort of thing—he didn't want to look obvious. No, he was quickly figuring out that Vance was the sort of man you had to reel in real slow. After all, if Vance worked out exactly what Finn was up to, he'd probably freak right out and babble on and on about that stupid contract.

Finn had read the contract carefully, of course. Sure, it said that Vance wasn't allowed to come on to Finn, but it definitely didn't say anything about Finn coming on to Vance.

So, the outfit.

He'd kept the jean shorts on. It hadn't been hard to miss the way Vance's entire brain had turned off when Finn spun on his heel and showed off at least half his ass. With it, he just added a V-neck T-shirt, the collar showing off a small portion of his chest, which had been previously waxed when Finn had borrowed Vance's credit card for a spa day—with his enthusiastic permission, of course.

The waxing hadn't been fun, but it wasn't nearly as painful as Ryan made it sound. Once Mara had somehow managed to convince Ryan to wax his legs after entirely too much beer and weed, and Ryan had shrieked like he was being murdered after one strip.

In contrast, Finn didn't find it to be that bad, not even when the girl went to wax his ass.

It had all been worth it if Vance's response had been anything to go by.

Finn smirked proudly as he admired himself in the mirror, then pulled up his hair into its usual man bun just as his phone buzzed with a text from Ryan, telling him that they were almost there.

Grinning, Finn grabbed his phone and all but skipped down to the main level of the house, arriving at the bottom stair just as one of the maids was letting the pair in.

Ryan and Mara had been to Vance's house a few times already, but they both still adopted a certain gobsmacked look on their faces every time they came by. Mara was always more reserved about it, but Ryan didn't bother to try hiding his amazement, and always looked like he was struggling to unstick his jaw from the floor.

“Seriously, bro, every time?” Finn called out while he signed, the volume of his voice making his words echo through the expansive halls. Ryan grinned shamelessly, and as Finn waved his hand in invitation, the pair followed him upstairs.

Catching up with Ryan and Mara had an unfortunate effect of giving Finn tunnel vision, and he forgot everything else but his two buds (because Mara dating Ryan automatically made her his bud).

On top of that, Vance's house happened to be stupid huge, so was it really his fault if he didn't hear the doorbell?

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And I'm pretty confident that it's not because they're bad, they're just not reaching the right people. Nightmare Fuel is a collection of horror stories featuring predominately queer, poc, and qpoc characters, while A Call of the Sidhe is a queer fantasy/romance about the Fae. So, if you could share this, I'd be ever so grateful. Pre-Order Nightmare Fuel here

There has been an amazing bookstore partnering with Balance of Seven the last few book launches. Sapphic Sweets and Reads a queer owned bookstore for queer people selling all the queer books. If you're looking for a great place to find hard to get and unique queer reads, this is the place for you. Give them a look!

CW: some transphobia. 

 Plot: Prince Sebastian is looking for a bride―or rather, his parents are looking for one for him. Sebastian is too busy hiding his secret life from everyone. At night he puts on daring dresses and takes Paris by storm as the fabulous Lady Crystallia―the hottest fashion icon in the world capital of fashion! Sebastian’s secret weapon (and best friend) is the brilliant dressmaker Frances―one of only two people who know the truth: sometimes this boy wears dresses. But Frances dreams of greatness, and being someone’s secret weapon means being a secret. Forever. How long can Frances defer her dreams to protect a friend?