He never lied to me. I just didn't ask the questions I didn't want to know the answers to.

Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, “I still dream about you.” “I have nightmares about you.” I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.

One thing I’ve noticed about getting older, it takes twice as much work to get half the results one formerly achieved by falling out of bed.

This is how God made me. You are how God made you. All God's chillun are made how God made 'em. You think God made a mistake, take it up with Him.

Then, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, "He writes murder mysteries.

Hey, its not much of a closet is it?" "No. Its not. I don't like closets. Life's to short to spend hiding in the dark.

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