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259 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 14, 2014

One of the things I love about gay sex? There is no umming and ahhing. Not really. Of course things can play out whichever way you like, but in my experience, it was do-you-want-to, yes-please, great-let's-strip.

I can't wait until you're healed...and can throw me down like one of your sheep again.
I fuckin' introduced you to my dad for heaven's sake...I punched my best friend's brother for calling you names. I snuck around town like a fuckin' thief just to hold you at night so you could sleep...I gave you a lamb to name. I'm planning on buying you a couple fuckin' chooks so you'll stay. What part of that doesn't say I love you?





When Elliot told me we were going to the pub on Sunday afternoon to meet the lads, I refused. He insisted, but I was stubborn. He gave me a blow job, and I folded like a house of cards in a tornado.The *only* drawback of this book for me was Hank's ridiculous pet name for Elliot:
“Hank?”Me, too, sister! ME, MOTHERFUCKING, TOO! (It really did bug the ever-living shit out of me.)
“Yeah, mate?”
“I still hate the nickname Quackle.”


I mean, why the hell didn't you say anything? It's like...It's like...I dunno...hiding who you are. It's like lying to your friends, Hank. It's like saying you go for the Eagles but you're really an Essendon fan and you never told anyone. It's like saying you were born in Australia but you're really from New Zealand. Shit! You're not a Kiwi as well, are you?There are several burning hawt sex scenes too -- the extra half star is for the table sex alone.





“I mean, why the hell didn’t you say something? It’s like… like… I dunno… hiding who you are. It’s like lying to your friends, Hank. It’s like saying you go for the Eagles but you’re really an Essendon fan and you never told anyone. It’s like saying you were born in Australia but you’re really from New Zealand. Shit! You’re not a Kiwi as well are you?”
He thrust his hands on his hips. “Perhaps a few words like, ‘Hey, I’m gay too,’ when someone comes and apologizes to you and begs you not to tell anyone. Shit! No wonder you took it so well. Were you laughing at me the whole time?”
I frowned. “Of course not. You’re gay—so what? It doesn’t have anything to do with me. Just the same as my queerness is none of your business.”



“Like a freight train, the knowledge that I wanted to suck his dick – and virtually every other dick in my immediate vicinity – hit me. I wanted dick. I liked dick. I was gay.” - Hank
“I’d seen you a couple of times around town before you came into my surgery, Hank. I’d seen, I’d liked, I’d dreamed.” - Elliot
“Oh, thank you, Jesus.
If Elliot thought that it was Jesus between his thighs, then he had a holy epiphany about to happen.” - Hank












“I love you, Elliot. I’ve loved you for ages. Of course my heart is involved. I fuckin’ introduced you to my dad for heaven’s sake! Why would I do that if I didn’t love you? I punched my best friend’s brother for calling you names. I snuck around town like a fuckin’ thief just to hold you at night so you could get some sleep. I got tested and told Doc Larsen I was gay that was not the easiest bloody conversation in the world. I gave you a lamb to name. I’m planning on buying you a couple of fuckin’ chooks so you’ll stay. What part of that doesn’t say I love you?”
That was the problem with screwing a guy with higher intelligence. They had so much brain matter that they could do two things at once.