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207 pages, ebook
First published December 29, 2016
God bless the wankers.
It takes all kinds to make the world go around and I've dated them all, believe me, maybe that's why I'm so damn picky. I'm not looking to settle down or fall in love, but I still treat dating like an interview process, and vet like a mofo, because crazy or high maintenance isn't something I'm willing to entertain even on a casual basis. I don't care how amazing they are in bed, it's not worth it. Needless to say, I don't date much these days.When he meets Gemma, a saucy little spitfire from England, he just knows. Knows this is someone he’s got to get to know better. Knows this is someone he has to have in his life in some capacity or another. Gemma and Franco hit it off and spend the time she has in America together as friends. The lines blur a bit, but they try their best not to go there. Gemma has to go home soon and they don’t want either of them to be hurt. When Gemma goes it feels like Franco has lost a part of himself. Of course, he insists they stay friends, so they do.

This is where we belong. Us. Two humans fit together. Giving. Taking. Being.


“God bless the wankers.”
“These tears are love. Don’t ever apologize for that.”
“…I believe that dreams fuel life. And it’s when you’re chasing them that you’re most alive. There’s no reward in settling for the safety of status quo.”
“I think the best sex is a mixture of harmony and discord. A battle within the bliss. Because anything that feels this damn good should make you want to work your ass off for it. Chase it. Sweat for it. Force your muscles to burn for it. Make your lungs gasp for it. When we come, I want to feel like we’ve fucking earned it.”
“…I genuinely miss her friendship. A ten-day bond that felt more like ten years strong. Unexpected.”
“If I setup a goddamn Pinterest account, I want you to punch me in the fucking face.”







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