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Beloved! Beloathed!

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THE DOCTRINE OF LABYRINTHS BY SARAH MONETTE/KATHERINE ADDISON IS BACK IN EBOOKS IN FULL!!!!

All four books will release same day, July 11, 2023! They're now under the Katherine Addison name and the covers are new! You can pre-order them now on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple Books, Google, and Kobo!!!

[wearethekat]

July Book Reviews: The Mirador by Sarah Monette

Remember the book series written by Goblin Emperor author Katherine Addison, except so dark and angsty it had to go under a different pen name? I’m onto book 3. 

This is an interesting book because it switches seemingly at random between the three different POVs, sometimes after only a page or two. Which is doubly disorienting since the characters are all doing nearly completely separate plot threads. Mehitabel's career as an actress is interrupted by sinister figures from her past who blackmail her into spying by using her captured ex-lover as a hostage. Felix is haunted by the sinister wizard from his past, who he’s increasingly convinced is not sufficiently dead. Mildmay is (surprise) also confronted with sinister figures from his past, in this case his abuser, who he has to deal with in order to investigate how his ex-lover died. So in a way there is an overarching plot thread. It’s just the emotional beat of “lots of trauma” rather than an actual event. 

Of course, this book also has the same recurring problem that the last book had: Felix. I do like the “evil and toxic gays” trope, but the problem is that Felix is evil and toxic to other people, who often can’t or won’t fight back. It’s evil gays, plural, for a reason. It’s about the dynamic. Otherwise, we end up in the same place as this book, where I keep mentally screaming at everyone to dump Felix and leave. He’s charming, sure, but he’s also vicious. You might as well try to hug glass shards as attempt to be close to him. He does realize that he’s toxic, but he does it in an “oh well this is just how I am (shrug)” sort of way which is deeply obnoxious. And poor Mildmay gets the brunt of it. People are spectacularly cruel to Mildmay about his lower-class origins and specifically his accent. Even the back cover copy comments about his “off-color personality.” Which is tragic, since he’s My Boy and he deserves the world, not this trashfire. 

Anyway. A complicated, twisty, and dark novel. The worldbuilding is as good as Goblin Emperor, but the tone is decidedly different. I’ll be reading the next one. 

[themiradorhotel]

Hotel Mirador: A Luxurious Retreat Among the Best Hotels in Mumbai

Introduction:

Mumbai, the bustling metropolis on the west coast of India, is known for its vibrant culture, economic significance, and iconic landmarks. Amidst the chaos of this dynamic city, Hotel Mirador stands as a beacon of luxury and tranquility, earning its place among the best hotels in Mumbai. This article explores the unique features that make Hotel Mirador a preferred choice for discerning travelers seeking a blend of opulence and comfort.

Exquisite Accommodations:

Hotel Mirador boasts a range of exquisite accommodations that cater to the diverse needs of its guests. From well-appointed deluxe rooms to lavish suites, each space is meticulously designed to provide a comfortable and luxurious stay. The rooms are adorned with modern amenities, ensuring a seamless fusion of style and functionality. The hotel's commitment to excellence is evident in the attention to detail, ensuring that guests experience the epitome of comfort during their stay.

World-Class Dining:

One of the highlights of Hotel Mirador is its exceptional dining experience. The hotel houses a collection of restaurants and bars, each offering a unique culinary journey. Whether it's indulging in authentic Indian flavors at the fine-dining restaurant or enjoying international cuisine at the all-day dining venue, guests are treated to a gastronomic delight. The expert chefs at Hotel Mirador curate menus that showcase the finest ingredients, promising a memorable dining experience for every palate.

Luxurious Amenities:

Beyond the lavish accommodations and delectable dining options, Hotel Mirador goes above and beyond to provide a host of luxurious amenities. The hotel features a state-of-the-art fitness center, a rejuvenating spa, and a sparkling swimming pool, allowing guests to unwind and recharge. The attentive and professional staff ensures that every need is met, adding a personal touch to the overall experience.

Convenient Location:

Hotel Mirador's strategic location adds to its allure. Situated in close proximity to major business districts, shopping hubs, and cultural attractions, the hotel offers convenience for both business and leisure travelers. The well-connected transportation links make it easy for guests to explore the vibrant city of Mumbai while enjoying the comfort of returning to a serene oasis at the end of the day.

Impeccable Hospitality:

What sets Hotel Mirador apart is its commitment to providing impeccable hospitality. The staff is trained to anticipate and exceed the expectations of guests, ensuring a seamless and memorable stay. Whether it's arranging for personalized services or catering to specific dietary preferences, the hospitality at Hotel Mirador reflects a dedication to creating a home away from home for every guest.

Conclusion:

In the realm of luxury accommodations in Mumbai, Hotel Mirador stands tall as one of the best hotels, offering a harmonious blend of elegance, comfort, and convenience. From its opulent accommodations to its world-class dining options and top-notch amenities, the hotel leaves an indelible impression on those who seek a refined and unforgettable experience. For travelers looking to immerse themselves in the grandeur of Mumbai while enjoying the comforts of a lavish retreat, Hotel Mirador remains a top choice, epitomizing the essence of luxury in the heart of the city.

[letosghanima]

With Mehitabel on the cover and as a 3rd POV narrator I could have guessed the brothercest was going to end up getting swiped under the carpet. The brothers’ relationship is hopelessly dysfunctional, while Mehitabel’s role and narration are far too big in this part of the story for my taste. Still, 4 * for the ending. And thank Kethe they’re out of Mélusine, and alone again. 

[captainjtk]

when i say squish i mean:

[devilat-thedoor]

suing for emotional damages😐

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

the babiest girl

[gretasfallingsky]

voice so raw and delicious 🏴‍☠️⚔️

[stardustthread]

Oh Jacob you beautiful soul

[luverleaver]

actually jizzing in my pants rn because he looks so pretty his hair is perfect and his outfit is slaying and I see that titty bro I’m going crazy goodnight

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[solanjjje]

JAKE LOOKING AT HIMSELF AGAIN FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKK

[miradorafterdark]

𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖏𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖞

Jake Kiszka X reader, Josh Kiszka X reader

word count; 3,186

warnings; 18+-minors do not interact. Oral sex; male receiving, degradation, begging, pleading, cockiness, unadulterated smut, domination, sub, dom/sub, controlling

“I dont wanna hear it, Lewis!” Josh growled into the phone. “All I wanna see tonight are signs with my name on them. Got it?!” You could faintly hear the line go dead, followed by Josh tossing his phone onto the vanity top. The older of the Kiszka twins, brown curly locks bouncing as he ambled into the room, flexed his hands into fists as he caught sight of where you stood near the crafts services table they’d conveniently placed in the green room whose door was right outside of the dressing rooms. 

“How much did you hear, little bird?” He requested in a saccharine tone, honey dripping from his every word as he footed closer and closer. 

“Enough to know you may be jealous of your little brother,” you said simply, a mandarin segment held between two fingers as you brought it to your lips. The juice dripped down your fingers as you pushed it into your mouth, smiling ruefully around it and perking your brows as the juices filled your mouth. Josh’s eyes widened, darkening as his pupils blew out, at your admission. Him? Jealous? He’d never admit to it. 

“Jea-jealous?” He chuckled, his signature smile turning into almost a pout as his face went stoic. “Say it again and I’ll show exactly why I’m not jealous. I can have anyone I want in this venue, including you.” He pointed a slender finger at you, stepping closer still yet and tapping it against the center of your chest before dragging it up to your chin. “And you’d so willingly oblige, wouldn’t you birdie baby?” He captured your chin between his thumb and forefinger, his gaze softening as he bestowed you with a gentle half smile. You knew the look painted on his face all too well, always pulling it out when he was prepared to get what he wanted without care to the consequence. You could faintly hear Jake’s boots clambering down the hall. Tap, tap, tapping with every step closer he got and you knew the simple fact he were wearing them already meant that he’d already put himself into the black on black ensemble he wore for Miradors performance. Your eyes cut toward the door, expectantly waiting for him to appear when Josh sighed through his nose. A great huff of a noise, his patience already thin and thinning further as you contemplated pressing your luck. 

“Looking for him to save you won’t help the cause, dove.” 

“Jealous ass,” you muttered softly, encouraging him though you knew you ought not to. This was a road you’d walked with Josh many a time, Jake included. Whenever one found themselves jealous of the attention the other had been bathed in, they’d seek you out in silent revery. Competition between the pair had been at an all time high, the air thick with tension as Jake prepped his side band to open for his main band. Josh simply could not accept the fact the younger of the two had stolen his spotlight. 

“I’m not jealous,” he again insisted, pressing himself to you as he titled his head. With his dark eyes hooded, his teeth baring down into his plush bottom lip, he let you revel in silence for a moment as the sound of Jake’s boots drug him closer yet. 

“Seem it,” you finally sighed, half scared but incredibly excited at what may happen. You could only push Josh so far before he’d seek out the company of another. In those times you had found solace in his stark opposite, Jacob lavishing you with the gentle attention of a lover who knew your body with their eyes closed. It had been widely known amongst band and crew alike, though you were merely assistant to the tour manager you’d somehow become assistant to the twins as well. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately depending on how sour their moods turned, they’d found many a reason for you to assist them beyond real job duties. It had been like that for two tours now, either one seeking you out when they needed the reassurance that they were the star. They were just as important as the other. And when one seemed to steal all of the attention, it became a game between them to see which one had yours. This leg of tour had been no different, with Jake debuting his new band and walking on stage nightly to belt out a five song set. Josh had, at first, been only mildly annoyed at the amount of Mirador signs he was welcomed with upon the opening show. But by the time night two and three rolled around, his jealousy had grown a head of its own and he’d been on the hunt since for any way he could to steal back his spotlight. Like solar flares in the night, he stood shining on stage lavishing fans with the attention of a seasoned frontman. Because that’s what he was. But you’d noticed the change in him, you’d seen the amount of ‘I love you, too, darling’ he had spoken. Had fallen prey to his neediness every night when he would call you to his hotel room, pinning you face down against the mattress as he fucked you into oblivion and demanded you tell him how much you adored him. How beautiful he was. How very lovely his fans thought he to be, because he was. Josh’s attention was like basking in the sunlight, warm and delicious and so very welcome. But it came with a cost, always, and you’d inevitably crawl into Jacob’s bed after Josh had had his fill of you, the younger twin wrapping you in his arms and nestling back into his slumber without a single question asked. 

Josh had caught on too quickly to that, jealous even then that Jake finished the night with you regardless of in what way. Demanding you sleep in his bed, be his own personal alarm clock with a little head start to his day. 

“You know, dove, we call you little bird because the only time we hear you sing is when you’re alone with one of us. Quiet as a mouse otherwise, barely a peep heard. And here you are, running your mouth to me throwing accusatory words like jealous around.” Josh smirked as his hand dropped from your chin, finding new real estate grasping tightly to your hip. “Why would I ever be jealous of Jacob?”

“Because, I’m fucking in charge now,” you heard Jake rasp from the door, his lean form stepping into the room. “Because you can’t handle that I didn’t need you to hold my hand out onto that stage,” he continued, a single booted foot pushing the door shut before he tossed his black blazer to the couch. You’d worried over this, knowing sooner or later the tension between them would come to a head and they’d not be able to avoid one another. Words would need to be spoken, and whether they were forced past their teeth or dripping with honey would inherently dictate the way the rest of tour might go. “Maybe because the spotlights on me more now.” 

“Jacob,” Josh’s eyes never left your face though yours had already focused in on the guitarist. He stood a few feet away, unbuttoning the wrists of his dress shirt and rolling the sleeves up to his elbows slowly. 

“Joshua, I’d like to speak with her alone if you don’t mind. Think your jealousy could take a break and find something better to do while I speak with our assistant?” 

“I was here first,” Josh bit out, his cold stare eating through your calm demeanor. “And. I’m not. Jealous.” 

“Right. Well you’ve held her hostage since last night and I need to speak with her alone.” Oh. You knew the tone to his voice. Josh may be jealous of the attention Jake had been receiving, but Jake was jealous of the attention you’d been giving Josh. Your eyes cut between Josh and Jake, your throat jumping as you swallowed nervous spit and let your mouth drop open to speak. 

“Josh,” you began, feeling his fingers dig into the flesh stretched over your hip bone. “Why-.”

“Don’t even think about suggesting I give you two a few minutes.” His voice dropping low as he spoke, a flash of anger blazing through his piercing stare. 

“Come the hell on, Josh,” Jake groaned. “You’re being such a bitch about this.” 

Fuck. 

Okay, so the words they had weren’t going to be nice, and you’d be stuck in the crossfire of it all. 

“Me?” Josh mused, an incredulous tone to his voice as he released his grip on you and spun toward his brother. They regarded one another for a beat before you heard Josh snort. “Maybe I am. The bitch is back, baby! And the bitch gets what he wants.” His words had a sense of finality to them as he stepped closer to his twin and further from you. 

“Really, Josh?” Jake shook his head, one side of his mouth curling into a smirk as he glanced beyond his brother to you. “What, you afraid if you let her spend any time with me she won’t come back the doting little dove you so needily demand time with?” 

“You afraid if you don’t intervene now she won’t come back to you at all?” Josh countered, one hand ghosting down over his own hip as he smoothed the front of his velveteen jumpsuit. Black and fitted, a v neck that zipped down the front, he had taken on a new persona when he’d slipped into it. Becoming dark as midnight when he did, if his hair were any longer you’d mistake him possibly for his very twin with the broody way he walked around in it. Jake snorted loudly in response, gesturing for you with a two fingered gesture. You moved near involuntarily, your feet carrying you to him as you stepped around Joshua. 

“Good morning and good afternoon dove,” he purred, his hand snaking up and cupping around your neck as he pulled you into him. “You were missed sorely last night.” His last words were spoken against your lips before he kissed you deeply, licking into your mouth as his lips moved against yours. From behind, you could feel Josh’s hands come to rest against your sides as his chest pressed to your back. 

“Don’t you dare think about kicking me out of this room for him.” He demanded into your ear, voice so low the vibration reverberated through you down to your toes. Breaking the kiss, Jake used his thumb to push your chin up as he pulled back some to look at you, tipping your head back onto Josh’s shoulder as he did. 

“Show him how badly you’ve missed me, little bird,” Jake cooed, his eyes dancing between making eye contact and staring at your lips. “Show Joshua he isn’t the only one worthy of your attention.”

Again, Josh huffed a sigh through his nose, his patience wearing thin as his finger tips kneaded into your side. 

“C’mon dove, show me,” he taunted from behind, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear as his eyes stared unwaveringly at his twin. “But don’t forget to tell Jacob how you called me a god last night.” 

You watched Jake’s face redden, deep crimson spreading over his chest and neck as he glared past you to Josh. 

“Jake,” you whimpered, his grip on your neck tightening as he pulled you flush against him. Josh followed, unwilling to keep any space between the two of you. 

“Show him, dove.” 

“She won’t,” the older of the twins rasped. “Sweet bird is too enamored by me to go against that. Aren’t you little precious?” 

You pressed your eyes shut as Jake reached his free hand around you, pushing Josh away gently. 

“Enough,” he demanded. “She can give us both equal attention, Josh.” Finally, a damn voice of reason, you thought. Until he continued. His attention returned to you as he released your neck, his hands deftly working his belt open. “Forget showing him, show me how much you’ve missed me.” His belt clinked as it fell open and his nimble fingers worked the button apart before rolling the zipper of his slacks down slowly. “Show me I’m just as special as him.” His words were begging, his deep brown eyes matching the way Josh had previously looked at you-hooded and pleading. You couldn’t deny the younger twin, they both knew you had a soft spot for him. Common knowledge between the three of you, something more resided between you and Jake where as for Josh you were at times merely a play thing. Jake’s lower lip pouted out just the tiniest bit, enough that Josh himself wouldn’t even notice but you’d caught it. He was too good at this game. Acting on instinct alone, you dropped to your knees as Jake splayed the sides of his slacks out. The short tuft of hair he’d trimmed down recently peeked out, letting you know for the fourth show in a row that he’d planned to walk on stage without boxer briefs on under his suit pants. 

“I like the way it feels,” he had insisted once when you’d scolded him for it, siting that he would ensue panic if he went around slanging dick the way he was. Jacob had only giggled, but somewhere in your mind you knew it was because Joshua had done the same. 

“Jacob, no boxers?” 

“It’s sir when you’re on your knees, dove. Don’t disappoint me already.” He needn’t say more, his lower lip pouting out even further as he looked down at you. Obediently, you reached up and ran your hand along his inner thigh, squeezing his length as it hardened beneath your touch. “Atta girl,” he encouraged, watching with rapt attention as you dipped your fingers beneath the material of his pants and fisted his cock. Expertly, you removed his length from the confines of his pants and stroked from base to tip slow and firm. 

“You’re gonna make me watch you give him the attention I deserve?” Josh questioned from behind you, impatient already as he watched you lean in and pull your tongue along the expanse of Jacob’s length. 

“Why are you talking still,” Jake groaned, refusing to take his eyes off of you. For your part, you watched him through your lashes as you worked your mouth back down to his tip-a trail of wet kisses being bestowed upon his beautiful cock. Josh huffed quietly, and without looking you could tell he was already pouting as he padded toward the couch and dropped to the plush surface of it. 

“Fucking front man treatment,” he grumbled as Jake’s hand came around and cupped the back of your head, nudging you forward. Instinctively, you wrapped your lips around the pillowy head of his cock and swirled the tip of your tongue around it. Jacob’s stomach muscles danced and flexed, the breath beginning to pant out of him as you fed his length into your mouth. You took great care to work your tongue along his shaft as you did, reveling in the feel and taste of his smooth skin. You had missed him. And Josh could tell based on the way you eagerly gave his twin the attention he so desperately wanted. 

“Fuck, dove,” Jake moaned, his head dropping back as the tip of his cock nudged against the back of your throat. From the couch, you could hear Josh roll the zipper on his jumpsuit down before clearing his throat loudly. 

“If a shows going to be performed tonight, you’ll show me the same attention.” 

Jakes fingers tangled into your hair, grasping tightly at the root as you tried to pull your head back. 

“Jus’ jus’a’sec,” he mumbled, mouth dropping open as his hips thrusted forward causing you to gag around his thick length. When he released his grip on the back of your head, you popped off of him as a thin string of saliva kept you connected to him. 

“Dove,” Josh beckoned for you as he stood and approached the two of you, seeing you turn on your knees just as he reached you. “Be a good girl,” he ordered, fisting his length and removing it from his jumpsuit as his free hand tapped against your cheek. And so you obliged, your mouth falling open in the same manner as it had for Jake. Joshua, however, didn’t believe in gentle. Not when it came to making the point that he was the better of the two twins, the bigger, the hotter, the more talented. And true to form, it didn’t take long before he was falling apart beneath your touch, his moans and whines growing desperate as he fucked into your throat with quick, sharp thrusts of his hips. 

“My sweet sparrow,” Jake cooed, watching you perk up as you were reminded of his presence. “Don’t make me wait.” He stepped closer, leaving only room for you to turn to him on your knees once you’d released Josh’s length from your mouth. You’d known this game before, the twins so demanding of your attention and time that they’d see you between the two of them rather than alone with one. Never touching one another, barely touching you, and both of them eager to be your first taste between them. Thrice they pulled you between the two of them, fucking your throat and twirling their fingers into your hair until you were nothing but a mess. Your hair fucked and your face tear stained from being gagged repeatedly in an effort to prove who could make you the messiest until Josh unexpectedly whimpered in a tone you’d not heard from him in too long. Your face pressed to the smooth, shaved skin of his pelvis as your lips stretched around his base and his length throbbed and pulsed against your tongue. 

“Fuck,” he whined loudly as he came, his hot release spurting down your throat as he held your head still and delivered harsh, quick thrusts forward. 

“Son of a bitch,” Jacob growled, shoving his cock back into his pants as you pulled away from his twin. 

“Jake,” you started, turning to him as he put the button on his slacks together and began working at the belt. 

“Save it, I won’t come second to him any more.” His eyes refused to meet yours as you stood, Josh chuffed and chuckling behind you as he stuffed himself back beneath the velvety fabric of his jumpsuit. 

“Jacob,” you offered again softly, your eyes cast toward the floor as you stood on wobbly legs. “Sir, please.” 

“Later, Dove.” He silenced you with his tone, disappointed and hurt as he grabbed for his blazer and vacated the room, leaving you and Josh alone once more. 

“Now who’s the jealous one,” he mused, condescending and cocky as he squeezed your shoulder tightly. “Don’t bother going after the cry baby, he’ll get his rocks off on stage when he’s out there fucking his guitar.” 

[feelslikegold]

PLEASE STOP

[devilat-thedoor]

there are very few things that are more important than this.

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

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