S.A. Reid

There were no absolutes in fiction, no certain way to deliver what was needed. So it was no surprise most technical writers considered novel-writing a gateway to madness.

Oh, and they said I have ADD, too." He lit a cigarette, his first of the day, and took a long, grateful drag. "But listen mate, I once sucked a geezer for twenty minutes to get him off. The clock was just over his shoulder and I timed it. Attention deficit?" He blew out a plume of smoke. "I don't think so.

Unscrewing the cap, Gabriel squeezed a bit of clear jelly onto his fingers and understood. Covering Joey__ body with his own, Gabriel kissed his lips. __ut you said _ something we haven__ tried _ __e haven__._ Reaching up, Joey cupped Gabriel__ cheek. __hat happened before was one stranger attacking another. What happens now is between you and me._ __oey._ Gabriel kissed the other man__ earlobe, his jawline, the hollow of his throat. __ can__ hurt you again. I__l kill myself first.