Wings of Love was for sure a good romance, but it had also the feeling of being true, not so pink glasses perspective as many other romances I read. First of all the two main characters, Brad and Mac, are not so young, not so old even, but let say they are not new at the love game: Brad has recently lost to cancer his partner of 15 years and Mac is a recent widower. Mac has already had the time to adapt to the loss of his wife while instead Brad’s wound is still fresh; when Brad goes back to Alaska, in the place he and his partner loved so much, Mac is a familiar face, and a strong shoulder he can rely to when sadness catch him. Brad impulsively decides to buy an isolated cabin and since the cabin is the same Mac and his wife wanted to buy as well, they decide to move in together. From being roommate to being lovers the step is short, maybe too short for Mac that has no time to digest the news he is gay. Mac claims with Brad he has never had any homosexual desire before meeting Brad, and we need to believe him; what I think is that basically Mac is a monogamous lover, and when he fell for his wife, he had no other thought for anyone else, and now that he is falling in love for Brad, he is the same. Mac is bisexual, for him the gender of his lover is not important, what is important is the feeling.
Brad’s issue instead is not really that he is falling for an apparently straight man, but more that he is still mourning his lost partner. Again, to be true with him, I had a similar experience with a dear one lost to cancer, and who lives with a terminal patient has plenty of time to prepare to the final moment, and when it happens, you are already in the process of learning to live without your dear one. So no, I don’t think Brad’s feelings for Mac are too immediate or maybe temporary, what I think is that, once they start the relationship, they will need time to find their balance, as indeed is in the plot of the story.
The romance between the men is good but not too sugary; there is the right dose of sex, and the sex was always direct and basic, not really roses and champagne, but more the good and healthy expression of two adult men. It was also very physical, but not the acrobatic variety, more again, two men who had no issue to admit what felt good and what they could enjoy of their body (see Mac’s discovery of man on man sex).