It’s a very touching and sweet story, with not a lot of angst, but enough to drive the plot and keep you turning pages. I had to look up the choreographer – Yanis Marshall – as he referenced a couple of times in the story and I recommend you do because – YOWZA – way hot! I really felt these guys connected and made the other whole.

It’s liberally laced with loads of humor and very Australian, but that’s what we expect from this author and she delivers in spades. The physical times are super hot and yet, especially for Kee, at times touching as well.

For the most part they had their issues but they talked them out. I really appreciated that these guys talked to one another. Kee has some scars and Tate does as well, but their issues are treated fairly easily and without a lot of OTT drama. In this book we see two gay men dealing with aging – wait, you say – angst?. We get to see Jay a lot in this story and it was great to see him and Liam still going strong. So, Loving Jay was the first book I read by Renae Kaye and it’s what got me hooked on her as an author. It will take work to make a relationship of opposites succeed, but they begin to realize the compromises will be worth it if they can be together. Tate has his own fears about putting on weight and getting old. With Tate, Kee can open up about his fears and confusion without ridicule. It proves to be the best decision he's ever made, and not just because he's starting to regain his sexual confidence. Instead of going back to his usual type, Kee hooks up with twink Tate Stevens - a fashion-industry professional who works the image hard. His friends say he's a twunk - a twink who put on muscle and turned into a hunk - but Kee is searching for somewhere to belong.

But after his ex-boyfriend hit Kee and called him names, Kee retired from the social scene.īack after a year's hiatus, Kee still doesn't know where he fits. He knows who he used to be - the ignored gay son who chose a blue-collar job just because no one expected it, the submissive bottom who enjoyed large, masculine jocks who put him in his place, the sleek, fashionable twink who partied all night.

Don't Twunk with My Heart by Renae Kaye