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144 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 1, 2009








‘Always be careful who you trick with. I should have that tattooed on my forehead so I can see it every morning when I shave.’
“You want to fuck me?" he asked.
"The thought crossed my mind," I replied honestly.’![]()



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“Like most guys, I’m a sucker for easy sex and a fast buck. Unlike most guys, I should know better.”As the first line in the first book this is an important statement. However, Nick is also trying to prove he’s an insensitive tough-guy. Uh huh. Behind his sardonic attitude is a man who longs for happier days with his lover:
“His eyes were the blue of a summer sky that clouded over whenever I made him unhappy. He had a way of laughing at me when I was mad that made everything I did or said seem silly. And he had a hundred ways of saying my name; ways that meant he loved me, that he expected more from me, that I was perfect, or awful, or just too ridiculous to take seriously. It was the best almost-three years of my life.”If you hear a noise, that’s the sound of my heart imploding in joy over the writing. If you hear another noise, that’s my heart breaking over the loss expressed in that paragraph. And if you don’t swoon over it, you are not a romance lover.


“Like most guys, I’m a sucker for easy sex and a fast buck. Unlike most guys, I should know better.”As the first line in the first book this is an important statement. However, Nick is also trying to prove he’s a tough-guy. Behind his sardonic attitude is a man who remembers happier days with his lover:
“His eyes were the blue of a summer sky that clouded over whenever I made him unhappy. He had a way of laughing at me when I was mad that made everything I did or said seem silly. And he had a hundred ways of saying my name; ways that meant he loved me, that he expected more from me, that I was perfect, or awful, or just too ridiculous to take seriously. It was the best almost-three years of my life.”If you hear a noise, that’s the sound of my heart imploding in joy over the writing. If you hear another noise, that’s my heart breaking over the loss expressed in that paragraph. And if you don’t swoon over it, you are not a romance lover.
