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I'm a thirty-something gay man with a dodgy heart. I sell books for a living. Who wants to read about that?

Josh Lanyon

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Adrien, people get killed all the time. Since when is it your job to find out what happened to them? I'm not usually suspected of murdering them. You have been as long as I've known you.
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Like true philosophers I've come to believe that religion is an illusion of childhood, outgrown after proper education.
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When you live with a potentially life-threatening condition you get used to the thought of dying. You accept it, you push on. The thing that scared me was the picture of dying slowly and painfully, the loss of independence and identity to illness.
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I liked you the first time I saw you. You were sitting on the floor surrounded by books, and you looked up when I opened the door and smiled right at me. It felt like you had been waiting for me, like you were welcoming me home.
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He scooped up Victoria practically before she hit the ground, well within the five-second rule. If she'd been a potato chip, he could have still eaten her. Not something I particularly wanted to contemplate.
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Cops before breakfast.Before coffee even. As if Mondays weren't bad enough.
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I’m never wrong? Who besides Republican presidents and evil masterminds can say that with a straight face?
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Have I ever told you, you look like Monty Clift? he inquired in a deep, seductive voice. Before or after the accident?
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The problem with a life spent reading is you know too much.
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Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, “I still dream about you.” “I have nightmares about you.” I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.
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...Jake, a homosexual cop buried so deep in the closet he didn't know where to look for himself.
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Anyone who wasn't half-stoned on pain meds would have instantly realized what a really bad idea this plan was, but since that didn't include me, I didn't worry about it.
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Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.
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He looked okay. No, to be honest. He looked a lot better than okay. He looked...fine. Fine, as in get the Chiffons over here to sing a chorus.
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Focus on someone else’s problems for a change, I instructed myself. You need the practice. From now on you’ll have to live in a world you didn’t make up. Horrible thought.
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To find them all in one package...well, perhaps better not to dwell on his package in my fragile state.
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Jake's mouth found mine, his lips molding hot and soft to my own. His tongue tentatively tested the seal of my lips I parted them and he pushed inside. It was startlingly sweet and achingly familiar, like finding harbor.
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Then, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, He writes murder mysteries.
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He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.
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