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Through Smart Bitches, Trashy Books and the intransigent babel, I present to you

( THE HARLEQUIN COVER OF FLYING COLORS. )

ETA: I have discovered my true calling in life. Fuck this studying shit. I am going to write gay historical romances in the general fashion of this gentleman. Though with, um. Hopefully with less frightening cover art from a place besides, you know. Where Pearson got his, noiamnotlyingaboutthename.

ETA2: Apparently, MJ is a woman who had the same idea as me. And very reasonable taste in writing guide recommendations. :O