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304 pages, ebook
First published April 21, 2015
"Because the little boy who had slain all my dragons when I was little- had grown into a man. And I loved him."
"Be. The. Doughnut."
“You’re crazy as hell—but you’re my crazy."
“Long story,” he grumbled. “But it starts with Milo and ends with her too.”
“Man, that bus just keeps driving by and your whole family just keeps pushing me under it. Milo, you get that, right? Like I’m going to need psychological help after doing what I’m about to do.”
“Uh-oh, what are you about to do?”
“Save the day. I’ve always wanted to be a superhero.”
"I’m not just going to save the damsel—I’m going to rescue her, then I’m going to kiss her, then I’m going to marry her, then I’m going to fight with her, then I’m going to love her again. I’m sure there will be more dragons ahead of us—but we’ve had lots of practice, so I think we’ll be safe.”
“I shouldn’t have done that. You’re my best friend’s little sister..."
My mouth dropped open… No way was he pulling the sister card again! One day I was going to find that card, rip it to shreds, put a hex on it, and bury it.” ~ Colton & Milo
“I’m the best friend… and I don’t care how much you love her… I’m still the best friend, you feel me?”~ Max
“I’d rather fight with you, bicker with you, every damn day of my life than have nothing at all… I’d rather be on the receiving end of a black eye from you – than the receiving end of a kiss from another.”
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“I love you… I’d freaking go to a Star Wars convention for you… I’d name our first child Luke.”
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"I named my penis once too...
Maximus. That was the name, then I realized I was putting undue pressure on my nether parts to perform and it wasn't emotionally fair to do that to my person...
Now it's just Max Jr... Or if you're picky, Big M."
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“Milo, say my name if you did something really stupid and unforgiveable like the time you told me I wouldn’t get a splinter in my ass for using a wood sled.”
“Max . . .” I purred, trying to sound sexy.
Colton leaned in like he was trying to listen to our conversation. I glared at him, hoping he’d back off and give me space.
“Shit balls. Oh, look, a bus! What? What was that? You want to throw me under it?”
I’m not your sexless friend, I’m not your damn brother. I’m not you gay friend. And I sure as hell am not thinking about anything right now except that your hands feel really good against my skin. So I’m going to kiss you, and you’re going to respond like the idea of my mouth on yours doesn’t make you want to cry---and you’ll like it.”
“Honey, you said you wanted red.”
Aw, poor Mom. The situation was like trying to calm a hippo. It was going to charge you regardless of how nice your words were. It would charge you, and then either drown you or sit on you.
I sure as hell didn’t want her to think I had a thing for Luke Skywalker or—God forbid—for robots.
“Then they . . .” Max rubbed his arms. “They touched me, ripped my shirt open, said that I was the only one who understood them, that I wasn’t like those other men and then . . .” His eyes found mine. “They kissed me, like seven of them, all bridesmaids. A few were married. I tried to pull away but they have claws masquerading as acrylic nails. They dug into my skin, and the crazy part, when I tried to run—they liked it!”
“He was also taken advantage of by women today—women!” Jason laughed.
“Walk away from the light, Reid!” Jason shouted up at him. “It’s not worth it, just, just let her—you know—and then it will all be over with.”
I swear—I just saw tears rolling down the poor kid’s face. I was willing to break into a pharmacy just so I could get him drugs.
But they didn’t sell those kinds of drugs.
The ones that made you forget.
Unless he was lucky enough to get a roofie.