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M/M books are the best cure for un-slumping... or so I hope. *fingers crossed*

I'm waiting for this whole back and forth, past/present thing to start making sense... at least style-wise, if nothing else. Honestly, I don't even like the characters that much.

"You said you were a hundred-percent Italian, right?"
"No. I have a little German in me, too."
"How'd you like a little more German in you tonight?"

It's funny.

Not really sure about this, but what the hell... let's see what all the fuss is about.

Also, the guy on the cover reminds me of my baby sister's gay friend. So far from attractive it's not even funny.

“Any clear shots of the driver’s face?”
“Not clear, boss. One profile. Pretty grainy, but I might be able to clean it up. If I can get a clear enough picture, I’ll find you a name, birthday, and the name of his last one-night-stand.”

Rainbow sticks & one-night-stands... Damn, I love these guys!

Just thought it would be nice to post a book related update finally. So, here it is...

❤

Seriously... that would help!

Seriously? No, no, no... wait! SERIOUSLY??? Gah!

Silently, I thumbed at the screen on my phone, finding the appropriate picture. I figured the photo would do my talking for me. "You've met my wife, Victoria?" Talcott nodded. "Then you'll recognize her," I said as I handed over the incriminating image.

Smooth, Gavin! Soooo smooth! :D

Will get back to it... I suppose I'm just not in the mood for this right now. :/

(Here I go again...) Please, be a hot, little book! Pretty please!

“It’s a .38,” he said proudly. “I know you’re a .22 girl, but it’s time for us to take the next step in our relationship. I think if you start practicing you’ll get used to the feel of it. This is a great piece because—”
“I swear if you say one more word I’m shooting you,” I growled, thoroughly disgusted. Of course he’d buy me an engagement gun.
Stupid biker.

*headdesk*
I knew it!!! Brother, my ass! GAH!

He’d presented me with the pistol like it was a diamond ring or something. Probably best not to think about that too much.
...
“A .22 was big enough to kill Bobby Kennedy,” he replied, and I stopped smiling and raised my brows.
“Damn.”
“No shit. Honestly, it’s about accuracy, not size, babe.”
“Did I seriously just hear you, Marcus “Horse” McDonnell, tell me it’s not about size?”

Well... :D

“I’ll be your old lady and I’ll wear your patch. But if you ever let some bitch shove her tits in your face again, I’ll shoot you myself.”
...
“Noted,” Horse said, smiling against my mouth.

“I want you to be my old lady, babe. That’s all I have to offer. I’m a Reaper, and this is my world. You wear my patch, you be my woman and I’ll be your man. We take the good times together and fight through the bad times. No games. That’s everything I’ve got and it’s all yours if you’ll take it.”

*swoon* I'd take it! Oh, how I'd take it!

“Jerk.”
“Hot piece of ass.”
“Don’t call me that!”
“I was referring to myself”

OMG! I'm in heaven, and staying glued to this book 'til I finish it!

Once again, the badass biker was a mystery. He issued threats, carried a gun that I was pretty sure he knew how to use, and he let his little niece name his dog after a mermaid.
Split personality, no question.

I wouldn't mind... REALLY, I wouldn't! :D

“Is this your place?”
“Bought it three years ago,” he replied, walking past me toward the wide, covered porch, which had a swing, for God’s sake. Like something on a country postcard.

I. AM. IN. LOVE.