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This was definitely entertaining but the book ended before they could tell mom and dad. I would have LOVED to see that...

My internship had wrapped up and Jesse had been fired, so we’d spent two weeks just being together, eating pizza, playing video games, and having sex.
So much sex.

There would be a time in the not-so-distant future when I’d take him bare, secretly bending him over and fucking him frantically in the laundry room before Christmas dinner, muffling his cries of pleasure so Mom didn’t catch us, until I came inside him, filling him up, the tight heat of his little pink hole wringing every drop of come from my cock.
But that would have to wait.

“Please, fuck me,” he slurred.
“Have you ever taken a cock as big as mine, baby brother?”
Devon shook his head.

They're so riding their kink.

My brother’s cock was easily the biggest of anyone I’d ever been with.

They really go on and on about the brother thing. This story is unique. Kind of hot, kind of strange.

I just love how super straight jock Jess throws pop culture references around like a Drag Race contestant.

This Bryce guy is scary. He's a stalker and predator rolled into one. I'm waiting for Jess to snap and put him in the ER, to be honest.

“Devon. The entire world is falling apart around us, literally and figuratively. Our country is fucking fucked. The ozone is basically nonexistent. Legislation is being proposed and passed every day that tells millions of Americans what they can and cannot do with their own goddamned bodies. The absolute last thing I or anyone else should waste their time worrying about is the love between two consenting adults."

This is so very entertaining <3

Except it wasn’t the same. Not even a little bit. Because like, one, Devon’s a dude, which was a new one for me. And two, he was practically my fucking brother, which is a no-no in anyone’s book… well, anyone who lives outside of Alabama.


This is interesting. A straight to gay stepbrother fake boyfriend romance. I'm in!!

This one is great too. What a gorgeous series. It represents so many types of men and even though it is very erotic, their sexy times are so wholesome.

He hadn’t even had enough sense to lock the door. It was a true testament to his assistant’s professionalism that she hadn’t come running into the room when Logan had shouted the second Dom had swallowed his thick length all the way down.

Yeah, she deserves a raise.

I'm trying to wrap my mind around the idea that our late Sylvie thought that a heterosexual male prostitute would be ideal to be her secretly bisexual husband's new love interest after she's gone. I mean, we know it will work out here, but what are the odds?!

That's quite a heterosexual start, Jesus.

I have no idea if I'll be staying with this book, but a man arranging a threesome with an escort for his dying wife and himself? That sounds like a must read.

The dirtiest kind of plant porn. Licking pollen of each other's finger. Wow.

This is hilarious. Our two botanist lovebird's finally made it to the rainforest and discover that it's either too hot and moist to have sex, or the mosquitos bite them whenever they show skin. I am so entertained reading this.

The way Isaac deals with his family seems a bit dysfunctional.

Now, four and a half years later, he had a website, and a client base, and a goddamn savings account. He had a business license and enough money to pay his bills and afford the expensive takeout he only let himself eat on weekends.

Wow, that's resilience.

A family member dies and they don't tell him in prison?! I think the author really went to town tormenting poor Regan in this story.

I don't think this set up is realistic, but damn, it will be interesting to see these characters pick up the pieces of their lives.

Whoa, that's a bit much. Isaac did NOT know all this? And his sister did and never told him. So, now he's like 13 years too late to support the man he loved when the guy would have needed someone? Seriously?!

“He wants a man that will love him,” Henry said softly. “He wants for a romance the likes of which he could experience with a young woman.”
“You can’t give him that?”
“I, a corpse? No.”

He was aware of the catch in his voice as came Dufresne’s name to his mouth, the slight twist of his own lips, the distaste that came to a head as he thought of Dufresne setting his hands all over Essex’s body, touching his face, his mouth.
Would Theophilus writhe under Dufresne’s kisses as he had under Henry’s bite?

“He is,” Henry agreed. “I thought Marcellus might be more to your taste.”
“It seems to me as of late you are throwing all manner of gentlemen at my feet,” said Theophilus quietly, and Henry hesitated, feeling an uncomfortable twist within his belly, a jump within his lungs.
“I do not mean to offend you,” Henry said quietly. “Merely that I… I should like to see you happy.”

“Mr Essex—”
“Theophilus,” he corrected, almost impulsively, and Mr Coffey’s mouth fell open.

Wow, first name basis. OMG now THAT is intimacy.

What had he thought, so naively? That such an admission would prompt Mr Coffey to declare that if Theophilus held such inclinations, they ought become lovers themselves, and live as some suit-clad Patroclus and Achilles? Could he really have hoped so desperately, that Mr Coffey might embrace him with his lips instead of his teeth, and that they might fall together into Theophilus’ bed, and some blissful future?

“Over forty years I have lived in this house,” Henry murmurs. “I have been doing my publishing work for nearly twenty years, now – my friends are, of course, very polite, but a gentleman unageing can only cite certain creams and powders for such a time before his compatriots become suspicious.”

What a gorgeous story. This is already one of my favorites.

Now I want to see them in bed, in the throes of passion. I can picture it clearly.
"Mr Essex."
"Mr Coffey."

LOL