Mm Fiction Quotes

“Your daughter is gay? Where are all these gay people coming from? Gay friends. Gay daughters of friends. Gay sisters-in-law. Gay suspects. I ask one guy for a kiss and suddenly I’m living in Ancient Greece.”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“I would just like to throw out there that we can all stop talking about putting things up my ass. No fly zone. Do not enter. No parking.”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“What is wrong with you?” He glared at me.


“I’m somewhat sure I’m suddenly gay,” I shrugged, “My father and mother are hypocritical abandoning homophobic assholes. The former defending my chief suspect in the biggest case of my life—something I’m sure you had a hand in. I’m obsessed with your freckles, your bunny slippers and your lips—which I should be getting points for not kissing while you’re incapacitated, by the way. I’m dating a whore while working on the vice squad—points to me again for not arresting your ass for that—and I’m ridiculously horny. Oh, and my fiancée won’t talk to me.”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“Fucking cracker,” Alvarado hissed as he was shoved into the patrol car.


“Aw, that’s discrimination, right there.” I feigned hurt. “See, I see you as scumbag first, Alvarado. Or dick-cheese. Scumsucking pedophile. Asshole. The fact that you’re Hispanic doesn’t even factor into it.”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“Reed spread his arms again, as if to signify his near nakedness. “Do you see any paparazzi here, Tuck? I’m not wearing a wire, and where the hell would I hide a camera in this getup? It’s you, it’s me, it’s a pair of wet boxers. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Tucker sighed. The minute Reed suggested it, he knew he was going to strip down to his skivvies and slip quietly into the clear, tempting pool.”
― Alex Winters, Treading Water

“Parker stood near the pool, watching Logan drift onto the patio in all his young, radiant glory. Despite it being the last night of December, the southern air was muggy, complementing Logan’s pale, delicate features as he stood in a pair of khaki shorts and the same brown and blue striped rugby shirt he’d worn back at Soxers. The lights Parker had been stringing for the last two hours shone in his wide eyes, casting his guest in a most flattering glow.”
― Alex Winters, Boxers & Bubbly

“Those legs of yours,” Colton murmured, close enough to drag a finger across both thighs in turn. Memphis shivered at the unexpected tenderness of his lover’s touch, every inch of his body flexing in the wake of those delicate fingertips. “They won’t stop fidgeting. And these hands…” He likewise drizzled his fingertips along the tops of Memphis’ digits. “They’re white-knuckled, Big Boy.”
― Alex Winters, Sweater Weather

“Stop,” Knox chuckled as he took Trevor’s place beneath the gently lapping shower spray. Trevor toweled himself off idly, absently, literally mesmerized at seeing Knox’s body again after so many years. He had filled out, gently, tenderly, in all the right places. Still tall and lean, he was more muscular than Trevor remembered, more masculine, if that was possible. He lifted his arms, gently powerful as if he’d been working out, and Trevor thrilled to see the gently robust tufts of soft brown hair under his arms, doused quickly with the shower spray and even sexier when wet.”
― Alex Winters, Adjoining Rooms

“I just want him, period. As if I haven’t made that abundantly clear to him by now. I suppose I have. Either way, he leans into my hands, my caress, squirming beneath my touch as I inch closer, so close my zipper touches the back of his towel, my lips nuzzling first one ear, then the other, first one shoulder, then the next. He gasps and murmurs his approval, aching to turn and return the kiss but I still him with a slight squeeze and a playful, teasing growl.
“No, Ford. I’m not done bathing you yet…”
― Alex Winters, Storm Warning