from the inside out

Throwback Thursday: Contemporary fiction

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It’s Throwback Thursday! I have two contemporary titles out right now: From the Inside Out, in which a shy, closeted young barista meets his match most unexpected in the conflicted bisexual boy he’s met online; and The Fall Guide, where Eric’s failure to launch his business is complicated by a cheating boyfriend and a distractingly sexy business-savvy producer he meets in Vegas.

Right now is a great time to check out either one of these titles, because like all my titles, if you add either one (or both) to your cart through July 31st, you can save 20% off my titles. Just add ANDOR to the coupon field during checkout.

Have you read either of these novels? Let other prospective readers know if you liked them in the comments! And let’s get celebrating, it’s still my birthday month and there’s a full weekend to have fun.

Sales, glorious sales

So many amazing books are up for sale at Less Than Three Press this month!

Rather than only those two chosen for Book of the Month, Less Than Three is featuring all books that went up on the poll at a generous 40% discount. How cool is that?

This includes my own A Cut Above the Rest… and it’s a great time to announce that From the Inside Out is now available in trade paper as well as ebook format!

Add your desired books from the poll roster to your cart, enter coupon BOM40, and woohoo! 40% off the featured books!

And spread the word, we can always use more love.

In other news, I’ve submitted The More Plausible Evil, and I’m finishing up my impromptu story, now titled Convergence.

Not to mention, it’s finally May and I have two awesome releases I can’t wait for people to read! More to follow.

Giveaway winners, a new review, and Manicure Monday

Good evening on this marvelous Monday!

The winners of the giveaway are Hexen, Arella, and Valarie P. Expect an email from me soon, and thanks everyone for participating. If you didn’t win a copy, I hope you’re still intrigued enough to check out A Cut Above the Rest.

BIG NEWS! It’s Review Monday over at Alessandra Ebulu’s blog, so hop over and see what she says about From the Inside Out. (Hint: great things.)

I’ll lead out with a picture of yesterday’s manicure, which was for St. Patrick’s Day.

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Wishing everyone a great week! I’m going to take a wee break from posting for the next day or two. I’ve got another deadline this month and writing up all those entries for the blog hop on top of finishing another story wiped me out. 🙂

Coming soon; closing soon

Even before it’s out the gate, Appetite: A Cut Above the Rest has been nominated for a Rainbow Award!

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I am so incredibly intimidated, and excited. Don’t forget, there’s still time to pre-order at a discount. My editor loved the story so much she nominated it for the Rainbow Award, and we’re having fun working on volume two.

In the meantime, there’s more immediate gratification in terms of From the Inside Out – hit up the post for a chance to win a free signed copy of my novel.

Sasha Miller’s review of From the Inside Out, shared with her permission:

I loved this story, NEGL. I started reading it one night figuring I could read it over the course of a week or two, and ended up staying up until the wee hours of the morning when I couldn’t make my eyes focus anymore. ;3

Soren is a sweetheart, and I related to him a lot. He doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life, and he’s sort of coasting along, flying under the radar with his family, his (non-existent) love life, and his future. Then Tru, his online chat partner, suggests they meet up (as the summary says), and Soren’s very careful balance starts to crumble … and he starts to want it to.

I think my very, very favorite thing about this book is that it’s not rushed in the least. With a lot of the M/M romance books that I read (which, uh, isn’t as many as I’d like), the romance is rushed for the sake of the sex, the character development is nonexistent or again, rushed for the sake of the relationship/sex. From the Inside Out is a slow build, and my very favorite kind, that of a first-time relationship.

Soren and Tru build their relationship slowly, in the midst of a dozen plus side characters that have their own lives and personalities. They also fight and miscommunicate and nearly break up and read too much into stuff and not enough into other stuff and just in general are young, inexperienced, and sorting through their relationship and what they want to do with their lives.

Do read this book if you want a nice, long slow build, a character-driven romance that is all about falling in love and making it work.

Don’t read this book if you want a quick read, full of conflict and tension (go check out Andor’s Signal to Noise for that :3).

In other exciting news, I’ve submitted The Fall Guide for publication. Fingers crossed!

From the Inside Out giveaway

Greetings and happy Friday Eve! Tonight, I’m opening up a giveaway for an advance print copy of my novel, From the Inside Out.

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I am giving away a print copy of From the Inside Out, signed and personalized with a greeting of your choice. I will ship anywhere that accepts delivery of U.S. mail.

Rules for the Giveaway:

1. Sign up for the giveaway between now and Friday, March 1st.
2. Comment here to sign up and include your name and email so that I can contact you! If you do not include your email or a means to contact you, your entry is disqualified. Optionally, tell me why you’d like a copy, I’m eager to know what brings people here.
3. You can sign up for additional chances to win by:
– Following my blog via WordPress or email. (Let me know what your username is if it’s not obvious.)
– Following my Twitter, @TalyaAndor (again, let me know your username).
– Following my Tumblr, http://talya-andor.tumblr.com/ (just for good measure – yep, you guessed it, tell me your username).
– Follow Talya Andor as a fan on Goodreads!
– Follow Talya Andor on Facebook.

Your name gets counted once for a comment here, and an additional time for each follow. If you’re already following me on all those social media, it counts!

On Saturday after the sign-up closes, I’ll put names in a spreadsheet and give the number range to Random.org which will choose the winner’s number.

Thanks for reading! Check back this weekend for more fun stuff, I’ve got a guest blog and a new author spotlight coming up, and I’m ramping up toward Appetite’s release week.

From the Inside Out: reviews and discussion

On tap this evening, I’d like to share lovely reviews I received for From the Inside Out, and a bit of info about the story as well as a short excerpt and purchase info.

Diane of Hearts on Fire gave From the Inside Out a fabulous five hearts! Check out her review to see many of the lovely things that she had to say.

Pixie of MM Good Book Reviews gave it a fantastic four hearts. I’m going to excerpt the review here, because it looks as though it hasn’t yet gone live on the site:

Soren is shy and quiet; he has his job as a barista, he has his close friend Sloane and he has his school, but he breaks out of his shell one day and agrees to meet with his online friend Tru. The meeting doesn’t go as planned and Soren is left wondering just what he should do next. Lucas is a shift supervisor barista and has never really noticed Soren before, but after arranging a date with an online friend, he realises just how much Soren appeals to him.

This is a wonderful finding yourself story for these two young men, both main characters discover themselves as we progress through the book, and they discover the courage to face everything head on. Soren is a character that is very quiet; he will back down or dodge when questioned head on and has made avoiding decisions an art form, when he finally gives Lucas a chance, he discovers that he has to take control of his life and to start standing up for himself. Lucas is a character that is very sure of himself; he knows what he wants and goes after it, when he does notice Soren, he discovers that he wants much more than he ever thought he would.

This story is a journey of discovery for Soren and Lucas, both of them grow as the story progresses, and they face the challenges that are thrown at them. Soren is a slow developing character; he has slow progress as he comes out of his shell, but he makes huge leaps and bounds as he starts to stand up for himself and what he wants. Lucas has his own confusion to work through as he faces the inner struggle to get to grips with how he feels. Both Soren and Lucas face the turmoil of coming out to their parents and the hostility of a co-worker.

I have to say that this is a very involved story, you get to know the characters very well and you become invested in them. The romance is very sweet and is drawn out throughout the book, there is no rushing in this story; it is all drawn out really well. There’s love, romance, angst, misunderstandings, a near miss with danger and some conflict, but most of all there is growth and finding the person you can be.

I will recommend this story to those who want a true finding yourself story, developing love, some parental conflict and a very sweet happy ending.

Author’s thoughts:

As an author, I’m going to say something that I believe I’m not supposed to say — I don’t think this book is necessarily for every M/M reader. This isn’t a quick read, and the characters don’t jump into bed right away. (That’s an understatement.) One of the elements I focused on when writing this was the emotions, the relationship development of the characters involved; and not only the two main guys, but the people around them to a lesser extent. It takes a while to build their relationship at a believable pace, but it’s worth it when they get there.

This story is a low, slow cooker and while the peaks of the story aren’t in frenetic action or surprise twists, there is payoff for both young men, and character growth as well.

I wanted to tell a story that addressed coming out, and growing up, in ways that showed how all of that intertwined with the intensity of real first love. Though it may have taken a lot of words to get there, I told the story that I wanted to.

Whether that’s the story that is for you, well … I encourage you to take a look at some of the other reviews and satisfied customers on Goodreads or Amazon.

And now! An excerpt:

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The beginning isn’t so hard; it’s what comes after—that’s the challenge.

Soren Wilkenson stared at the blinking cursor for a moment, and then switched over to his open session of Microsoft Word and the history paper that awaited him. He had the paper outlined, but needed more research to flesh it out. He still had a long way to go.

A soft chime sounded over his speakers, recalling his attention to one of the open IM sessions in his other window.

A paragraph. Finish a paragraph of the paper first. Soren knew he couldn’t wait that long; he never could. He tabbed to the other screen.

    TruBishounen: Homework again?

    Dawntreader: You know it. Can never stay on top of the stuff.

    TruBishounen: *laughs* Well, full time work and school will do that to you.

“Soren? Are you still online?”

Soren started at the knock on his door and fumbled with his mouse. “Damn … Yes, Mom, I’m still online.” He cast his mind over what could bring her to his door at this time of afternoon, when she’d be about to start dinner prep. “Was I scheduled for a chore that I forgot?”

“No … can I come in?”

Soren hesitated.

    Dawntreader: be right back, okay?

    TruBishounen: k.

    Dawntreader: brb

    LizTheGreat: sure

Soren minimized his screens and turned from the computer, leaving the desktop awash in pale blue waves frozen in stiff crests. “Yeah, I guess.”

His mother Claire pushed open the door, tucking her dark hair behind her ears. Her eyes flicked over to the bland desktop screen, then to Soren. “Done with your homework?”

Soren shrugged and flipped a book shut. “Not exactly,” he said uncomfortably. He was twenty, but his mom still came in to check up on whether he had finished his homework or not. It was the price to pay for staying at home while he went to college. “What do you want to talk about?”

Claire sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to smile reassuringly, but ending up somewhere near inquisitive. “Come on, Soren, do I need a reason to talk to my oldest son?” She was looking at his books now, the spines, reading the textbooks he had out for ostensible reference.

“I really have to finish this paper,” Soren demurred, shifting restlessly in his chair. He pushed himself idly back and forth, using the leverage of two fingers on the edge of his desk. “Can’t we talk at dinner?”

Claire’s mouth twitched. “More like a late lunch for you.” She sighed. “Well … it’s the start of a new year, Soren.”

Soren’s fingers itched. He was restless, ready to type, even if it was just to return to struggling over each sentence doled out for the non-inspiration of the history paper. He was also anxious, realizing he hadn’t muted the sound on his computer, so he was glad that his speakers weren’t chiming with more instant messages. If there were so much as a single ping, his mother would know that his online activities had nothing to do with a paper, history or otherwise.

“I know, Mom,” he replied, wondering where she was going with it.

“And …” Claire paused, trying to braid her fingers together. “Well, Soren, you’re a junior already and you still haven’t picked a major that will really help you after college.”

“Not this again.” It took a great deal for Soren to grow irritated with a subject, but his mother’s endless fascination with his future—and its direct correlation with his college major—was one that tired him. He’d already switched majors once, more as a result of his own inner promptings than the discussions his mother began and finished herself. “What’s wrong with English?”

“Oh … well … nothing … Still, you know Angie’s majoring in Accounting. I just want to see you settled in something that will really help you, Soren. Even Cassie, she’s only in high school, but she’s active in the school paper and plans to go into journalism …” Claire broke off and bit her lip.

Soren sat and fidgeted as he tried to figure out what response would satisfy her. After a moment, he sighed and raked a hand through the loose spill of his long dark hair. “Mom …”

“I know.” Claire hitched forward on the edge of the bed, as if she would get up to leave, but Soren knew it wasn’t going to be that easy. “I’m butting in again.”

He shook his head. “I’ll talk to a guidance counselor again, okay? I’m already carrying a full load this semester. At least my major’s not Religious Theory anymore.” He gave her a half-smile.

Claire fussed with a fold of his comforter. “You’ve never given me much trouble, Soren, you know that …” She shook her head. “No, I mean … I’m not doing this to butt in, you probably think so, but I’m not … I want everything to go right for you. If … if you need to take an extra year in school to get the right major down, even that much would be fine.”

She had said all of this to him before, so Soren settled for a safe answer. “I know, Mom.” His feelings were all jumbled up inside. Although he knew Claire was doing what she thought was best, she never took the time to try and understand him. He preferred it that way, in the end. There were some things he wasn’t comfortable with his mother discovering, let alone trying to explain to her. His eyes flicked to his computer monitor.

“So,” Claire said, in the light-hearted manner that heralded a change of subject. “Working with Sloane tonight, are you?”

“You know I am, Mom.” Soren gave her an appeasing half-smile. “She’s picking me up.”

Claire tilted her head. “You know what I’m talking about, Soren.” She rubbed her hands over her thighs, a nervous gesture. “Are you … going … with Sloane?”

It took him a moment. “Mom … no, Mom, no.” Soren shook his head. “Just don’t go there.”

“What?” Claire rocked back. “What did I say? What’s so wrong with that?”

Soren was still shaking his head, astounded, yet not quite. “Sloane and I are not together, okay? She’s just a friend, only a co-worker, really.” He wasn’t sure why he was trying to downgrade his friendship with Sloane, but vaguely thought that if he associated her with work to his mother, she’d let the subject drop.

Claire raised her hands in a defeated gesture. “Okay. Got it.”

Soren turned back to his computer desk. “Mom … paper.”

Claire gave him a brief smile. “Right. And you need an early dinner …”

“Or I won’t get to work on time,” Soren finished. He shrugged. “Thanks, Mom.” He waited to hear the click of the door closing before bringing up all the chat windows on his screen again.

    Dawntreader: Back. Sorry.

    LizTheGreat: You got to go?

    Dawntreader: Soon, for work … kind of trying to write a paper now.

Liz was a good friend of his, and there was no reason why Claire shouldn’t know he was chatting online with her … aside from the fact that she might ask if they were going out. Claire had been a little bemused over the past five years as to how he could have such pretty, nice girl friends and not want any one of them to move into a relationship closer than friendship. She’d get it eventually, just not—he hoped—any time soon.

Soren opened the last chat window, the one he’d waited for.

    Dawntreader: Sorry it took so long.

    TruBishounen: S’okay, I had econ homework. Say … why don’t we meet?

Soren stared at the words on the screen until he thought they might burn into his eyes. It was such a simple, offhand suggestion, but what Tru didn’t know was that Soren had made a career of avoidance. Even though they had been chatting on and off for months now, having originally met on an online community devoted to local gays/lesbians/bisexuals/whatever, they had kept their friendship online, and Soren liked it that way. They were past the heady first days where he’d been willing to stay up online all night chatting with Tru. Besides, he wasn’t … that is to say, he didn’t think he was ready to be that open with a part of himself he’d been hiding from everyone, especially his family, for so long. Tru’s IMs, and others like his, were the reason that Soren was constantly looking over his shoulder when his family entered the room.

    TruBishounen: You there?

    Dawntreader: Yeah … I don’t know.

    TruBishounen: Come on … we’re both in Portland. And I know we probably go to the same campus.

    Dawntreader: What makes you say that?

    TruBishounen: ahh … well, some of the hints you drop. Without even meaning to.

Soren’s mouth quirked. He’d figured the same thing, that Tru went to his campus. It was either his, or the Portland State campus, and that was in the heart of the city, totally different territory.

    TruBishounen: You got quiet. That a no?

The blinking cursor confronted him, and Soren tried to clear his mind and looked to Liz’s empty chat window. He had pictured meeting Tru more than once, although Tru was faceless in every scenario. He simply couldn’t project anything onto the person he’d gotten to know over the past few months.

    TruBishounen: Come on, let’s give it a try. But if you say no … I won’t push anymore. I’ll give up and won’t mention it again.

    Dawntreader: That’s nice of you. I guess.

    TruBishounen: Ahh, I guess I pushed my luck. It’s just that I like you.

    Dawntreader: What, there’s not enough guys you like to invite out?

    TruBishounen: Not like you.

Soren hesitated, and then switched over to his history paper to contemplate the single paragraph he had just begun. It was true that he was afraid … but it was also true he’d had thoughts, more and more often, about the way to seek out a partner, someone safe—or at least meet with someone like him. He needed a friend who wasn’t a girl. He needed someone who could show him the ropes.

Soren’s eyes flickered to his bottom task bar at the blinking message. Of all the guys he had met online, Tru was the one he trusted the most.

Soren returned to the IM session.

    TruBishounen: Sorry … I guess I’m pushing too hard. Forget I said anything, okay? I didn’t mean to creep you out.

    Dawntreader: No.

    TruBishounen: ?

    Dawntreader: No, you didn’t creep me out.

Soren typed with increasing confidence, although his fingers felt clumsy.

    Dawntreader: When would you want to meet?

He moved to his other window, trying not to think too hard. He saved his history paper and gave it up for lost. He was going to have to get ready for work soon, anyhow. He closed the paper and returned to IM.

    TruBishounen: Well, how about tomorrow?

    Dawntreader: I … guess that would be okay. Sometime before noon.

    TruBishounen: I’m glad you said yes.

They decided on a date, a time, and a comfortably public place. Soren signed off, not quite believing what he had done. Even though he was sure the guy wasn’t a psychopath, he knew it was something his parents—even his friends—wouldn’t be able to understand. One just didn’t meet with someone met online. Even though there were an increasing number of success stories from online dating services, there was the fringe factor to be considered. There was still a stigma attached to ‘I met them online.’

Soren dismissed those negative thoughts as he shut down his computer and stood, grabbing the work clothes laid out on the bed. He’d lived so much of his life as an observer, passively shaped by the opinions of those around him. It was past time to get out and do something for a change.

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“So … wait, you met this guy online?” Sloane asked, bracing her hands on the cash register.

Soren nodded, giving her a half-hearted shrug. He contemplated her for a moment, looking at her with the appraisal his mother had certainly given her on more than one occasion. If he were going to date just anyone, Sloane would certainly be dating material. She was sweet and perky—good qualities for working at a coffee shop—and her heart-shaped face was framed with layered, bobbed blonde hair, her hazel eyes always sparkling. The two of them had started at their Starbucks store at approximately the same time, the summer before school. Soren had transferred from a Eugene store; Sloane had been a new hire. He had helped her out a lot in the beginning, especially with her espresso bar technique, and they had struck up a friendship based on that and common interests.

One of those interests happened to be boys.

The door chimed, and they looked up.

“Ah, Lucas, it’s just you,” Sloane called out, still gripping the sides of her register and rocking back on her heels. “Get me all worked up, why don’t you?”

Lucas Daye entered the store dressed in neat khakis and a black polo shirt, his pale blond hair tied back at his nape. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder, which wasn’t surprising—Lucas usually brought homework with him to work, or clubbing clothes, or both.

“Hey, Sloane. I really don’t think you need me to get you worked up, huh?” He rounded the bar and nodded at Soren. “Is it the three of us tonight?”

Soren busied himself tidying up the bar, polishing off espresso stains with a rag, before hustling to check the steamed milk. He left Sloane to answer the question and chat. Lucas gave Soren a terrible case of tongue-tied.

Quite simply put, Lucas was one of the most gorgeous guys Soren had ever seen in person and up close. He was a perfect combination of a long, elegant face, strong cheekbones, a well-shaped nose, and sensuous lips. He was funny, friendly, and hot—and Soren couldn’t manage to make himself say more than one or two words to him.

Not like it mattered.

“Yeah, Becky is finishing up the mid-shift,” Sloane answered.

“Good.” Lucas gave her a thumbs-up. “I’ve got the best team.”

Sloane swatted him in passing. “You’re a tease.”

Laughing, Lucas edged past her into the back room. “But you like me like that.”

Soren bent his attention to the temperature of the milk, flicking his braid back when it threatened to spill over his shoulder.

“You can stop trying to disappear, Mr. Invisible, he’s in the back room now,” Sloane said, returning to the cash register and throwing him a look that was half-sympathetic, half-wry. “God, he ties you up in knots, doesn’t he? He sure does it to me, too.” She fanned a hand near her face.

“At least you don’t go mute,” Soren shot back. He was pretty sure half their female crew or more had a crush on Lucas … and he did, too. It was mortifying.

“I can’t blame you. He’s so hot!”

The store doors chimed, and a pair of customers came their way, chafing their hands.

After they were finished ordering, and Soren had placed their double-tall mochas on the counter, he wiped off the espresso bar and glanced in Sloane’s direction. She was giving him a speculative once-over.

“What?” Soren asked defensively.

“So you’re willing to meet this guy, this TruBishounen, a guy you’ve never met … but you’re too shy to say more than monosyllables to Lucas, a real-life guy that you know you like.”

Soren felt himself flush. “When you say it like that, it sounds neurotic …” He shook his head. “It’s totally different, Sloane. I already know Tru, even if I’ve never met him. It’s easier for me this way. Lucas … a guy like him … Besides, he’s really into girls, you know?”

“I know. I’m just saying, if there were someone like Lucas, someone you liked … what would you do?”

“Probably nothing,” Soren said with a shrug. “I’m no good at being gay. Besides, someone like Lucas wouldn’t even know I exist. You know? But Tru and I connect really well.”

“I guess,” Sloane said, but there was doubt in her tone. In the next instant, she bounced on her toes. “Do you want me to be there? I mean, I could set myself up in the cafe with a couple of books and totally look like I was studying …”

“What, to rescue me in case something goes wrong?” Soren said, laughing. “I think I can handle it. I’m a big boy, and we’re meeting in a very public place. It’s not like I’m going to go home with him or anything like that.”

Sloane nodded. “Especially if he turns out to be gross and old.”

Soren was quiet for a moment. “Well … I’m not really expecting him to be a prize,” he confessed. “After all, I’m meeting a guy I met online.” And, Soren appended in his own thoughts, he wasn’t much of a prize to offer, himself. It would work out, as long as he could meet someone like-minded.

“Just let me know if you need a ride or anything.”

“Right.”

The door to the back swung open, and Lucas emerged carrying a till. Soren glanced at him, looked away, and glued himself to the bar. As usual, he would cling to it like a burr for the rest of the evening.

What use was any sort of resolution when he couldn’t even force himself to interact with people that he knew? At least he was doing something different and breaking himself out of the rut he’d been living in. Sloane’s words made him question himself, though. Was it enough?

It didn’t matter. It was a start.

You can buy From the Inside Out at LT3, All Romance Ebooks, or Amazon.

Of things to come

Greetings, all!

Happy Hump Day, and I hope everyone’s having a fabulous week! I had a decadent but busy four-day weekend and now I’m climbing to the top of Mount To-Do list again. And, wow, there are a lot of things I need to do with this blog!

I’m beginning to plan features with other authors, beginning with my cohorts at the wonderful Less Than Three Press. Stay tuned for an upcoming Author Spotlight, which I’d love to make a semi-regular feature.

There will be an LT3 Blog Hop in March, which will likely coincide with or come near to the release of Appetite: A Cut Above the Rest.

I have a wonderful story by E.E. Ottoman to review, and it would be great if I could find the attention span to make that a semi-regular feature of the blog, too!

Also, From the Inside Out has been garnering good reviews on Amazon and Goodreads, and I’ll link to the MM Good Book Reviews feature when it goes live on their blog.

Updates!

The signed copy of Signal to Noise has been mailed off to its new home with Cecille, and it’s time to plan my next giveaway. I will be offering a copy of the The Bestiary: Volume One which includes Fireborn, by me. Check back soon for more details. I’m still deciding what the next giveaway will look like.

On Saturday, I finished incorporating edits for Appetite: A Cut Above the Rest. If you haven’t, check out the shiny listing on Less Than Three Press! I’m so pleased with the cover. All I need to do is add a dedication and send it back for final approval, and I get to skip to prettying up the second draft of Appetite: Surfeit for the Senses for editorial review.

Because there’s nothing quite like being inspired and over-committed, yesterday I threw my name in the hat to write for Shousetsu Bang Bang’s femmeslash edition, Tea for Two. 2013 is the year of the Water Serpent and, apparently, a year of tea for me. One of my Christmas gifts was a fabulous single-cup loose leaf tea brewer and an electric teakettle, along with a delightful Aperture Science mug.

Since then, I’ve been happily brewing cup after cup of Tea(se), Snark Nerdy to Me, Triskelion, placed an order of my own for three more Adagio custom blends, and yet another order this past weekend after coming home from Uwajimaya with a tin of White Earl Grey. This is on top of the two to three cups of Shizuoka genmai-cha I drink every day. It’s not a problem… yet.

The tea, along with my love for femmeslash, led me to believe it was fate to sign up for the Tea for Two edition. I’ve got some lovely ideas brewing. And I’m not sorry for the pun.

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In conclusion, you’ve got a friend in science. Also, tea.