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I'm confused. How did Ash know? "Like you give a fuck.” Reluctantly Dex accepted Ash’s help and sat up, his arms resting on his knees and what was most certainly the most pathetic expression ever on his face. “I do give a fuck. He’ll come back.”

Ha! I love when Dex pouts! “Of course I do,” Dex replied with a smirk. “When I’m thinking about sex. Though sometimes I like to think of both at the same time.” He wriggled his eyebrows, but his partner remained unimpressed. “Am I going to have to give you a time-out?” Dex pouted. “No.”

I'm going to have to learn to not continue reading while I sip my coffee. Thankfully iPad are cleanable. "Dex looked up at Ash with wide eyes. “This isn’t what it looks like. I dropped some change, it rolled under the closet door, and when I went to pick it up, my clothes fell off. True story.”

Ugh! Why did this scene make me cry? “Thanks.” Dex felt his heart flutter, and he squeezed Sloane’s hand. “I’m still going to tease you about it,” Sloane said and gave him a wink. Dex smiled warmly at his lover. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Damn. Have to pause now. Things to do, places to go and people to annoy. I hate when real life interrupts my reading!

I get the mate pull but Is Zander that accepting already?

Looking/need something light and uncomplicated. Hope this is it!

Geeze! Careful what you wish for. This is NOT the killing I had in mind!! "You know what I like about this car?” Yeah, this couldn’t go anywhere good. “What?” “It has an airbag.”

I actually put this book down to do housework earlier today. Yes, housework seemed more interesting. Now I'm looking forward to somebody getting killed just so things will move on already!

"an article stating that a “queer” fucking a cat led to the disease." *shudder* I remember the rumors of AIDS being caused by gays having sex with monkeys. What kind of sick mind even thinks of things like that?

You mean stereotypes aren't true? "He supposed that a gay guy would have a more flamboyant place, something a bit more extravagant."

I had to read this three times. Ha! "decided to close up before Braunbeck came over with a sack of gorp and an offer for a free rolfing."

Confused! He knows a cat is out stalking but isn't notifying the authorities?

We are soul mates! "there were some people who had no raison d’être besides causing misery and pain to others. Oh, he knew the arguments—who was he to judge the worth or life of a person, blah, blah, blah—but he also knew, from his own experiences, that there were some people life would simply be better off without."

Having some trouble getting involved here. Also, some déjà vu. I know I haven't read this before but the paranormal P.I. And the church thing is causing a niggle.

I feel your pain dude. (For some reason, many people liked to pronounce Roan “Ro-Ann”—did he look like a woman?—and McKichan was usually pronounced “McKick-In” or “McKitchen.” They seemed absolutely baffled that the “I” was pronounced like an “E,” and it was McKee-Cann, which some people liked to tell him wasn’t at all the way it was spelled.)

Probably a horrid idea since I'm still all sniffly after Glitterland two days later but I just a story about two douchebaggery guys and need some lovin Adrian style.

Ok, it's supposed to be all angsty and teary. I get that. A brother in the hospital, in a COMA after brain surgery and the ditzy sister goes off to babysit? She's about 22, in college and so far acts like she is 12. An immature 12.

A break? Uhm, that's not a break dear. That's game over, funeral at ten. "The entire reason Vito wasn’t with him now, was because they were on a “break”. And why were they on a break? He’d called Vito by Cash’s name in a heated moment."

Nothing like a kid to wrench your gut. "Yeah.” Garon’s voice hitched. “You might not come back.” Gray nodded again. “Come here, kiddo.”

Ha! I haven't done this in years!! "He opened his soft drink and took a large swallow. He checked to make sure the level was low enough. When he saw that it was, Cade dumped in a bag of peanuts. The soda fizzled and fuzzed. Cade took another gleeful drink. This time the sweet was paired with the salty bite of the peanuts."

I have spent the better part of today alternately sniffling and smiling. Actually, to be honestly, simultaneously. " Tomorrow, then, tomorrow I would go Essex."

I'm just going to go cry now. "It was like being in hospital again. Reduced from the first person to the third. From subject to object. I was disappearing into other people’s sentences. I wanted to speak, but I didn’t dare. I didn’t know how it would sound. Whether my voice would break. If I would be plausible. If I had the right to want anything at all. What use to the sane, after all, were the words of the mad?"

Niall has to go. Now. "Niall slammed his hand onto the tabletop, knocking over a couple of drinks and causing Darian’s friends to jump to their feet screaming in fear for their minidresses. Only Darian didn’t move."

I don't like Niall. Really. “No shit. It’s pathetic, Ash. Even for you. The depressive and the idiot."

So, there it is. The moment I fell in love with Essex. “My nan would ’ave a fit if I went on like that. It don’t cost nuffin to be polite. Oh, no, I’m talking about my nan in like . . . when we’re . . . like . . . y’know. That ain’t right.”