Sarah Tender: 17 books

Richard, a clerk in a Victorian counting house and pawn-shop, is in trouble. And it's nothing to do with his tender feelings for his sternly handsome employer, Mr Bloom, either.  (Well, that's incidental, at least.) It's the ghostly happenings that keep occurring wherever he goes: the fires,...

A disastrous seance, ghostly possession and the threat of homosexual exposure as an invert in the Victorian age: could Richard's evening get any worse?  Perhaps what he needs is some tender care from his employer, Mr Bloom...

Alone together, in Richard's darkened, candle-lit basement lodgings, he and Mr Bloom ought to be thrashing out the matter of their supernatural tormentor, and what exactly went on at the seance with Madame Belline.  Except that other matters are so much more distracting - they are so much more distracting, to each other...

Spirits and ghostly hauntings are the last things they're thinking about, Richard and Mr Bloom - Levi, in fact.  Levi Bloom.  Down in Richard's basement dwelling, all of their thoughts are concentrated upon each other. But perhaps they should be thinking a little more about the spirit world, for it has not ceased to linger about them...

Richard and his employer, Mr Bloom - or perhaps he can think of him as Levi, now, and address him so?  Well - they have certainly reached a very intimate stage in their relations.  One would almost think that fact excitement enough, for one night. At least, anyone not disturbed by a ghostly visitation might think so...

Finally, they're alone together - Richard, and his employer, the magnetic and moody Mr Bloom.  Alone in his lodgings, with secrets coming out, and ghostly apparitions to thrash out, and really...  Anything could happen.  

In Victorian times, spiritualism is popular, even if the existence of spirits is unlikely.  And homosexuality is illegal, but that still doesn't stop it from happening...  Here is Richard, in his lodgings.  And here too is Mr Bloom, his employer.  Or perhaps Richard may address him as Levi, now...

Tommy is a personal secretary to up-and-coming Tory MP Robert Argyllus - and more than that, nudge nudge wink wink.  Not that he's anything other than the soul of discretion.  Not that he has much choice, now that the Party machinery has gone into gear and found Argyllus a suitable wife - much,...

Harry is an emotionally vulnerable, beautiful, complicated asshole, who's taken a long time to work up the courage to propose.  So it's important to him, to get the right ring for his boyfriend, Reg. Reg's buddy Brian doesn't help, scoffing at the ring.  But what does he know?   Harry's...

Tommy - Tomika, but she's not gonna answer to that - meets Doug when she's in seventh grade, and he's a runaway teen, living on the streets.  And that's it - a conversation, burger and fries at a riverside diner, and that's all.  Doug disappears into her past, a lost kid with a doubtful future,...

Janna is a college sophomore, who hunts monsters and demons, et cetera, yada yada.  For fun, for profit, for... well, who the heck knows.  Her family trained her up for it.  Someone's gotta do it, right?  And Hetty's her sidekick, along with the rest of the crew.  Hetty isn't really psychologically...

When Ginette, an award-winning documentary film-maker, has to take cameraman Walt along with her to an obscure European principality, it's a drawback.  He's hot.  He's excellent at his job.  He's an asshole. (But he really is so good at his job...  And hot.) When her security guards...

Lord and Lady Perryway, Fifth Marquis and Marquise of Perryway, are only recently wed - less than eighteen months.  But long enough to settle into a routine and begin to annoy each other slightly.  Or at least, for the Marquis to annoy the Marquise, following her about and popping up in her dressing-room...

Benjamin and George: two men fast approaching middle-age, with broken relationships and marriages behind them, and they've known each other for ten years now.  They're friends -- well, kind of.  Barely acquaintances, really.  But maybe something else lurking there, too, behind their manly regard. And...