One thing, though, Qhuinn murmured.What?The voice that came out his throat was unlike anything he'd ever heard from himself before. If any guy breaks your heart or treats you like shit, I will bust hi...
Qhuinn wanted to say,
And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been.All that came to him was...
Saxton shifted exhausted eyes over. Must we do this?What happened --I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won't have to worry about being jumped like a felon again.Blay frowned. He and I...
Rough times. Qhuinn shrugged. And I'm not interested in saints.Really? You're in love with one, Layla chimed in.As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed. Damn straight I am, he sai...
In the context of the English language, there were many more important words than in. There were fancy words, historic words, words that meant life or death. There were multi-syllabic tongue-twisters...
Saxton smelled really good and had a handshake that was firm. You've grown up a lot.Blay found himself flushing as he took his hand back. You're just the same. Am I? Those pearl eyes flashed. Is that...
I want to be with you, too, he said. I’ll come to your room after dawn.Qhuinn didn’t want to ask. Had to. What about Saxton? He’s gone on vacation. Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally. For how long? Just a couple of...
As that fucking chandelier twinkled overhead, Blay said roughly, I'm still in love with him.Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed a the top of his thigh, as if there might have been a tiny piece of lint...
Blay’s head whipped around to his mate. Really? You asked my dad? Qhuinn nodded, then started to smile like a mother fucker. It’s my one and only shot. So I wanted to follow protocol.
Holy shit . . . They’d joined the war.
The thread of will-they-or-won't-they was the real driver of every word and glance and shift of body.So...this was a date, Blay thought. A subtextual negotiation slipcovered in talk of books read and...
The male who'd just arrived laughed as he embraced Qhuinn. You have a way with words, cousin. I would say...trucker meets sailor crossed with a twelve-year-old.
When they got to thew bottom of the stairwell, they stopped dead. Blay's father was facing off with a lesser, a Civil War sword in one hand, a dagger in the other. Behind his Joe Friday glasses, his e...
You know, Qhuinn's an interesting character. Saxton reached out with an elegant hand and picked up his port. He's one of my favorite cousins, actually. His nonconformity is admirable and he's survived...
The sense that in his mother’s view, he had let down his family just by being who he was… was a failure of acceptance that he was never going to get over. He just wanted to live, honestly and out fron...