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Taxes and TARDIS
by N.R. Walker
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He was still smiling. “Do you always struggle in social situations?”
I read this a little while back, and I wanted something short with little angst to listen to, and Nick J. Russo being the narrator was such a pleasant surprise. Damn, that man could narrate the phone book, and I'd listen with rapt attention.
I adore this little book. Definitely one of NR. Walkers more spicy books, and I'm totally here for it. Logan and Brent are complete opposites, and absolutely adorable.
I rolled my eyes at him. “I just want the place to look nice.” I looked around the living room at the old mismatched furniture, and I amended it with, “Well, I want it to look clean.”
I most definintely recommend this book to anyone that wants something sweet and short, but still has substance. Somehow during all the sex and talk about taxes and Dr. Who, you start to really care for the characters. Not that it says a lot, considering I cry at just about anything and everything, but this made me cry too, which usually means I connect with the characters.
“Oh…” He sighed. “This is… perfect.” “What? Me? Or the TARDIS key ring?” Logan smiled and rolled his eyes. “The key ring, of course.” My mouth fell open indignantly, playfully. “Do you only love me for the Doctor Who stuff I buy you?” I looked over to the TARDIS cookie jar and the Dalek teapot.
Oh, and the epilogue is *perfect*.
⚠️ Spoiler warning ⚠️
Book safety
Cheating: No
OM drama: Yes, Brent has a friend that wants him, and he tries to break them up out of jealousy. They're apart for less than a day before they fix it. The friend is a friend no more after.
Third-act breakup: Sort of
POV: 1st person, single POV
Genre: Contemporary romance, M/M
Strict roles or versatile: Versatile
MCs age: Both are 24 or 25
TW/CW:
explicit sexual content, homophobia (estranged from parents because of it)
Tropes & tags
Opposites attract, friends to lovers, geek MC, jock MC, Dr. Who, novella, former playboy, spicy
“You’re pretty smart, you know that?” I said to Tim. “I mean, for a dumbass.”
He was still smiling. “Do you always struggle in social situations?”
I read this a little while back, and I wanted something short with little angst to listen to, and Nick J. Russo being the narrator was such a pleasant surprise. Damn, that man could narrate the phone book, and I'd listen with rapt attention.
I adore this little book. Definitely one of NR. Walkers more spicy books, and I'm totally here for it. Logan and Brent are complete opposites, and absolutely adorable.
I rolled my eyes at him. “I just want the place to look nice.” I looked around the living room at the old mismatched furniture, and I amended it with, “Well, I want it to look clean.”
I most definintely recommend this book to anyone that wants something sweet and short, but still has substance. Somehow during all the sex and talk about taxes and Dr. Who, you start to really care for the characters. Not that it says a lot, considering I cry at just about anything and everything, but this made me cry too, which usually means I connect with the characters.
“Oh…” He sighed. “This is… perfect.” “What? Me? Or the TARDIS key ring?” Logan smiled and rolled his eyes. “The key ring, of course.” My mouth fell open indignantly, playfully. “Do you only love me for the Doctor Who stuff I buy you?” I looked over to the TARDIS cookie jar and the Dalek teapot.
Oh, and the epilogue is *perfect*.
⚠️ Spoiler warning ⚠️
Book safety
Cheating: No
OM drama: Yes, Brent has a friend that wants him, and he tries to break them up out of jealousy. They're apart for less than a day before they fix it. The friend is a friend no more after.
Third-act breakup: Sort of
POV: 1st person, single POV
Genre: Contemporary romance, M/M
Strict roles or versatile: Versatile
MCs age: Both are 24 or 25
TW/CW:
explicit sexual content, homophobia (estranged from parents because of it)
Tropes & tags
Opposites attract, friends to lovers, geek MC, jock MC, Dr. Who, novella, former playboy, spicy
“You’re pretty smart, you know that?” I said to Tim. “I mean, for a dumbass.”