He needed fresh air and sunshine. A walk in the woods and afterward a good book to read by the fire. Yeah, that was the life.

I hadn't liked him at first. He did sort of grow on you after a while. Like the cosmopolitans. Or maybe because of the cosmopolitans.

Sable hair bisected his pecs and arrowed down to the straight and unequivocal statement of his returned interest. Forcing my gaze to his face, I said, "I really don't think we have time for that." "You know that, and I know that, but HE doesn't believe it." "Believe it," I told HIM. J.X.'s mouth tugged into one of those heart-stopping smiles. "Maybe you should whisper in his ear.

I want people to react to my work, to think, to question, to challenge, to cry and laugh and feel.

I never meant to get involved with you, Adrien. Rest easy; you're not.

I'm a thirty-something gay man with a dodgy heart. I sell books for a living. Who wants to read about that?

Cops before breakfast.Before coffee even. As if Mondays weren't bad enough.