Wednesday, 24 February 2016

The Bells of Times Square by Amy Lane



Every New Year’s Eve since 1946, Nate Meyer has ventured alone to Times Square to listen for the ghostly church bells he and his long-lost wartime lover vowed to hear together. This year, however, his grandson Blaine is pushing Nate through the Manhattan streets, revealing his secrets to his silent, stroke-stricken grandfather.

When Blaine introduces his boyfriend to his beloved grandfather, he has no idea that Nate holds a similar secret. As they endure the chilly death of the old year, Nate is drawn back in memory to a much earlier time . . . and to Walter.

Long before, in a peace carefully crafted in the heart of wartime tumult, Nate and Walter forged a loving home in the midst of violence and chaos. But nothing in war is permanent, and now all Nate has is memories of a man his family never knew existed. And a hope that he’ll finally hear the church bells that will unite everybody—including the lovers who hid the best and most sacred parts of their hearts.


 *** 5 - heartbreaking-heartwarming-tear jerking stars!***

I can not give this book less than 5 stars, if it possible, I'll give them more...
Amy Lane will tear you apart, break your heart...not from the start, but right close the ending, and put it back together again.
Don't worry about your common question about will they have HEA? [They're finally got their HEA after all, trust me. But you have to shred your tears to the end of the book. (hide spoiler)]

My God, I'm a Muslim, and I also know that in Jewish, they condemned same sex relationship as well, it's forbidden, God won't let you even smell heaven.
But who we are to judge? Love is love.
Like Nathan and Walter's forever love, so strong and so beautiful'
I understood Nathan's heart war between right and wrong, I do. I have a gay relatives, and it's not easy for them.

Amy wrote it beautifully. I laugh, I smile, I blushed, and I wanted to wrapped them in my heart closely so they don't have to be afraid to love.
But war, people, so many times are so cruel to their own...and that's included Nate and Walter's very short but forever remain love affair.

I adore this beautiful story. Amy broke my heart, but in the end, even still with tears, I smile.

Thank you Amy for this beauty...this book will stay in my heart forever.

Highly recommended

~ARC kindly provided by Riptide and Netgalley in exchange of an honest review~

"Suddenly, he wanted that thing , the thing that Walter was preparing for - the mishkav zakhar, the most forbidden way to spill seed that wa not in woman's womb, Nate was swollen and greedy for it."

"Ahava, the love of passion. I would love Walter above any
woman as Jacob loved Rachel more than Leah. There is no story
that says that is wrong. I would love him as a partner and friend,
raya, as my passion and lover, ahava, and bound to him in both
loves, I would find dod. The mishkav zakhar we can keep to
ourselves. And even that was lovely, ferocious and beautiful, the
merging of bodies and hearts."

"“Please, Walter!”
“Please what?” Walter snapped, forced to raise his face
and look Nate in the eyes. “I don’t even know what you want
from me!”
Your love. For you to not withdraw from me now that I’ve
gotten used to us being close. I don’t want you to pull away now."

"Courtship, love—not words until some woman from France
brought them to England. Ahave, raya, dod, it boils down to
this: one soul comforting another when ugly death surrounds us.
I love you, too, Walter. This touch, this is real."

" I had never dreamed of being in love. I did not know the mechanics, the nuts and bolts,the quirk of lips, the texture ofskin, the dimension of another’s hands upon my body. Forgive me, Father. I did not know you made this thing as vast as the sky,so that we may see the sky and not tremble. "

"Was he Wicked, turning his back on this part of his
faith? Was his Simple, believing that the one section of Leviticus had no meaning? Or was he merely Young, naive to believe that love could be so important that God would love it in all its forms?"


 Amy Lane
Amy Lane dodges an EDJ, mothers four children, and writes the occasional book. She, her brood, and her beloved mate, Mack, live in a crumbling mortgage in Citrus Heights, California, which is riddled with spiders, cats, and more than its share of fancy and weirdness. Feel free to visit her at, where she will ride the buzz of receiving your e-mail until her head swells and she can no longer leave the house.


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