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Mark Jennings est à un carrefour. Son travail de financier dans la scène à but non lucratif d'Atlanta le stresse, sa mère est en train de mourir, et sa relation avec Brian Jacobs s'est mal terminée. Il a besoin d'une distraction, un moyen de se détendre, et un massage semble être exactement ce qu'il lui faut. Il ne s'attendait pas à ce que son massothérapeute, Antonio Roberto, devienne son meilleur ami. Malgré leurs différences - Antonio est un père célibataire divorcé- les deux hommes nouent une amitié solide qui résiste à la douteuse réconciliation de Mark avec Brian et au mauvais-goût d'Antonio en ce qui concerne les femmes. Au fil des ans, Antonio reste constant dans son soutien alors que d'autres personnes ne font que passer dans la vie de Mark. Quand un jeune garçon s'enfuit de la maison de groupe où il travaille, Mark voit une autre porte s'ouvrir. Au travers de tout cela, il s'accroche aux valeurs que les gens qu'il a aimés dans sa vie lui ont enseignées- la famille, les amis et les amours, la vie et la mort. Plus important encore, il se rend compte que parfois, le plus beau des cadeaux est une seconde chance.
236 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 16, 2012
Every once in a while,you come across something
which reminds you......




Everything I want the world to be
Is now comin' true especially for me
And the reason is clear, it's because you are here
You're the nearest thing to Heaven that I've seen

”You just ain’t met the right woman yet.”
“And you haven’t met the right man. Or maybe you have.”
“Oh, yeah. I met the right man, all right. A fucking miracle. An angel here on earth”
It took a village to raise a child, and it took a rainbow of colors to make them feel at home and comfortable


”The guy who would do anything to deserve a man like you”





"I know you were looking for Robbie. It's okay. Don't worry about him. It's just you and me here. I wanted to see those beautiful eyes of yours one more time, baby. I'm ready. Are you ready?"

It's funny where the mind wanders when you're waiting for death to take someone you love.


YAY... MY REVIEW IS BACK!!! WITH FULLY CLOTHED MEN... NOT QUITE KISSING!!!!!
THE LITTLE BUGGERS AREN'T GOING TO CATCH ME OUT THIS TIME!!!









“You listen close, ‘cause I ain’t saying this but once. That boy is my family now. He’s got a home, he’s got people that love him. And don’t think we don’t know how to fuckin’ hide a body when we need to.”
Do all the right things, say all the right words to ease everybody else’s pain. Let everyone drain me a bit more every minute of every day of what little resources I had left. Take and take and take from me and never give back.
“All he needs is to know somebody wants him for something besides, well, you know what I’m talking about. For his heart, not what he can do for them. I raised you to know being different is okay, and nothing you could do would make me love you any less.”

"With me, you get a great massage for an hour and there isn't any funny business."
I didn't know whether to say Amen or Shit.

"I needed you to know I'm him. I'm that guy."
"What guy, babe?"
"The guy who would do anything to deserve a man like you."

"It's funny where the mind wanders when you're waiting for death to take someone you love."








“He softened and looked at me. “Oh, yeah, I met the right man, all right. A f~cking miracle. An angel here on earth.” His voice was soft as cotton and his eyes shone like diamonds. What could I say to that?”
“Don’t f~cking leave me. Don’t break my heart.”
“My love. My life. My husband. It’s been my great honor to love you…”
I felt close to him, but somehow the energy was sensual but not… sexual. Erotic, yes, but I didn’t want to f~ck him.”
“‘Last but not least’,” he read, “‘remind Mark I loved him best and most.’”
“He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Now I’m yours.”
I kissed him and whispered, “Yeah. Mine.”






and bring on the dancing girls!!
....strangely, this keeps happening...so either I'm a complete nutcase
...or, the more likely explanation....you're a bloody good author!!

Long ago
I knew you,
And every memory I shared with you
And how painful sometimes it is to remember
Every Word, Every Day, Every Time I was with you
And how close I felt to something special
Something deep inside
You were a part of me
You had a part of My Soul, My Heart, My Mind
And how every day I got up 'cause of you
And everyday I couldn't wait to see you
And how sometimes late at night, I can't fall asleep
cause I wish you were here
And how I wrap myself so closely with that blanket you used
Just to remember
Just to feel something
to feel a part of you
And how sometimes I lay lavishing myself in tears
Waiting, Longing, Yearning
to feel your touch
Just to be with you
Just to hold you
Just to kiss you.....once
And how some mornings I wake up reaching out for you
but you're not there
And sometimes I imagine that you care
And how once in a while I fantasize we'll talk
once again
And how I wish I could take my second chance
to be near you...
(from 'My Second Chance' by Emily Rheault)