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Gabriel Liam Bailey was a mess-a delicious nerd to the ninth degree, with a disturbing affinity for klutzy disaster, Gabriel thought, lips quirking into a grin as he watched Liam head down the hall to the bathroom after Gabriel gave him directions. When Gabriel heard the distant click of the bathroom door lock, he got up to start putting the remaining French toast casserole into equally divided portions in plastic containers for Kora and Harlow. They’d probably finish it tomorrow as soon as
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Liam By the time Liam reached Gabriel’s house on foot because he hadn’t seen the point in driving a distance, he could’ve run to in just a few minutes, the light summer rain that’d started as soon as he’d gotten just down the street from his own place—without an umbrella because the weatherman had gotten the forecast wrong yet again— had let up. It’d left behind an appealingly glossy sheen to the sidewalk that was shiny and almost pretty under the streetlight lamps, but it’d also thwarted B
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Agreed! I'll be adding to my growing list of things to 📚 read.
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Gabriel “You’re not wearing that!” Gabriel winced as dual screeches of soprano level horror threatened both his ears and the beer bottle in his hand—his uncharacteristic attempt to calm the aftermath of his nerves now that Friday was here, and his cell phone hadn’t rung with a cancelation call from Liam. A fact Gabriel was thrilled about in between bouts of nervous tension about getting back into the dating game after being married to the same woman for fifteen years. Despite Harlow a
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Successful, but romantically repressed computer programmer, Liam Bailey would've blown a homeless man for a taste of stale after spending almost a week chasing down his energetic young nephew. Instead, after his gorgeous neighbor Gabriel Morgan, sexy dad of two--who Liam would've sworn under oath and death by fire ants was straight as an arrow--turns up on his doorstep bearing sugary gifts and a few extra surprises. Suddenly "straight" makes about as much sense as a diagonal and Liam needs to decide if he should try a diagonal life, or just keep swimming so he doesn't end up getting in too deep...
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Liam “THE DOOBELL IS RINGING, UNCLE LEE-M!” Pushing his glasses up his nose with one finger, Liam Bailey wiggled the other around in his ear like a fleshy Q-tip, trying to get the hearing back. When his older sister Bonnie had dropped off her son on her way to an out-of-state work conference for the pharmaceutical company she worked for, she’d grinned that perfectly aligned, sharky grin she’d perfected years ago, and assured Liam that Brady would help “liven up” what she deemed Liam’s
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Noah Well shit, shit and shit again. Guilt and horniness weren’t a combination that would win any lottery unless it was unlucky. By the time had Noah reached the Sheriff’s station at 11am, and parked in his officially designated space out front, a headache the size of Alaska had moved into his brain and was squatting at his temples with both middle fingers flipped up to call him a punk. Finding a replacement fuck buddy after he and Luke had br
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I made the list more than once....didn't think I would ever make it even once. Thank you all..my heart is wagging it's tail! ❤️
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It's a Rom Com...nuff said
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Lucas Sylvane, horse rancher and ex-cop, is just trying to survive both his daughter’s wedding, and the meddling interference of his well-meaning friends and family as they try to figure out WHO Luke’s mysterious midnight booty caller from the past few months, is. Loving the closeted town Sherrif, Noah McNally, a man almost 15 years his junior, just because his heart wants what it wants, isn't a recipe for disaster, is it? Where there’s a wedding, there’s always some kind of trouble to follow, because happily ever afters aren't always fairytales, and when you're trying to figure out hearts and hormones, all bets are off.
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Luke “ARE YOU ready to order, sir? Sir?” “Yeah, one sec…” Firmly aware of just how little control he had over his life lately, Luke Sylvane pensively perused the daily coffee selection in the new coffee shop that catered mostly to the recent influx of young hipsters, and the few locals who wanted to put his small town through a new culinary reinvention. Luke however, wasn’t interested in a cultural renaissance. The last thing he needed in his life right now was anoth
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“Holding on is believing that there’s only a past; letting go is knowing that there’s a future.” —Daphne Rose Kingma The lenses of the rose-colored glasses I’d been trying out for the past few weeks, suddenly seemed distorted, colored black and white instead because of decades worth of complicated emotions that have never really fallen into shades of gray. I felt like I’d fallen into the Twilight Zone. At an even six feet, Max looked a mile long as he stood on Sofia’s porch, looki
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Just trust yourself; then you will know how to live. —Johann Wolfgang von Goethe AS TRUE to his word as he always was, Ben had immediately sidled into bed beside me when he’d made it home the night, he’d told me to let myself into his place. The mattress had dipped subtly beneath Ben’s additional weight as he’d pressed up against my body, bracketing it from behind. I’d heard him come in—being a light sleeper had its advantages— so I hadn’t startled when the entire front of Ben’s body h
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"You know that tingly little feeling you get when you really like someone? That’s your common sense leaving your body." BEN and I had made round five, a hands only experience. His glassed-in shower stall had been a tight fit for just me to begin with, and even Ben’s impressive contortionist skills were defeated by the narrow walls. But when he’d promised, ‘later,’ then described in explicit detail where he expected my hands, mouth, and dick to find a new home in that referenced, ‘lat
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Love is a possible strength, in an actual weakness -Thomas Hardy Trying to make a relationship work in the military had always been a series of covert maneuvers-learning schedules and identifying times when Devlin and I could sneak away and not be missed for as long as it took one of us to drill the other into the nearest bathroom wall. There was very little wining and dining, unless we were both safe on leave. Even then, it was usually hamburgers through a drive-thru, and a cheaper mo
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Love finds its voice in the vulnerability of confession when words stumble upon the trembling lips. —Unknown For once, what woke me in the middle of the night wasn’t a nightscape of screaming phantom voices, but the warmth of a mouth that was gently teasing the side of my neck. Soft kisses were pressed into it from just below my right ear, down to the curve where my neck met my shoulder. With the room still dark, it took my brain a minute to shake off the fog of sleep long enough to re
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We can't be afraid of change. You may feel very secure in the pond that you are in, but if you never venture out of it, you will never know that there is such a thing as an ocean, a sea. —JoyBell AFTER the buildup of sexual tension between us at the café, we’d both known that the only place Ben would be taking me back to would be his bed, so it didn’t surprise me when he bypassed the turn that would’ve taken us to Sofia’s. That was fine with me. I’d chosen to cross the line with him to
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When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. —Lao Tzu By the time I arrived at the coffeehouse at half past eight, it was packed. Finding Ben in the crowd wasn't easy, but I eventually spotted him standing third in line from the register, behind a slim, younger man with pretty features, who was currently placing his order with a barista. The guy was wearing a t-shirt so glaringly white, it had to be brand new. Not even bleach could bring that initial brightness back onc
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You try your hardest to raise your teenagers with patience, honesty and good manners, but they still end up being like you...—Unknown MY PHONE rang the moment Maplewood was less than three blocks behind me. The screen flashed Tara's cell number. She called twice, back-to-back. I let both calls go to voicemail. Catching me kissing Ben had probably flipped the switch on her ingrained nosiness, practically a birthright for most women. She probably wanted to know if anything else had happened b
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When you jump for joy, beware that no one moves the ground from beneath your feet. —Stanislaw Lec The screech of my cell phone yanked me from the front row seat of my newest nightly symphony of voices screaming in the dark. I couldn’t see who the voices belonged to in that chaotic world, but all the phantoms haunting me, had called out my name in a synchronized chorus of horror and pain supported by the sharp crack of gunshots, as well as the deep baritone booms as unseen parts of the
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The secret to getting away with lying, is believing with all your heart; that goes for lying to yourself even moreso than lying to another. —Elizabeth Bear SOMETIMES being guided by a strong moral compass was a pain in the ass. Had mine pointed more south, I wouldn't have found myself standing outside the community center where Ben's support meeting was being held, trying to work up the courage to go inside. I'd be at home, hiding behind my original plan of avoidance with my youngest n
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“Well, that escalated quickly,” is our family motto. WITHIN the span of less than two hours, I’d delivered a dozen donuts to the eager female masses, changed out of Ben’s booty shorts into a pair of my own jeans, and gotten slapped on the back of my head with affectionate irritation by Sofia when I’d hugged her. I’d also had to accept the fact that Emma now had a new man in her life to share both her rambling little girl stories, and her Beanie Babies with. The one she’d gifted to A.
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“Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.” -Ray Bradbury I WASN’T sure what I was going to say to Ben when I was guided out of his guest room toward the kitchen by the enticing scent of freshly brewed coffee, but Ben spotted me first, making a whole speech on my part, unnecessary. His face immediately lit up with a welcoming smile. He straightened up from where he’d been leaning against the edge of the kitchen island, reading something on a tablet. He saluted m
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"Nothing is as frustrating as arguing with someone who knows what he's talking about. —Sam Ewing BEN had come back to my room after I’d already turned down the soft sable and green printed duvet cover and started to get settled in for the night. I’d been surprised and thankfully had downplayed my delight, because unfortunately, his visit hadn’t been motivated by a change of mind about joining me in bed for a very personal tuck in. He’d handed me my jacket, which he’d retrieved from th
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The man who says he is willing to meet you halfway is usually a poor judge of distance. —Author Unknown THE gentleness of Ben's kiss surprised me even more than the fact he was kissing me in the first place. Not that I expected aggression from a priest, but he was going so slow, giving me the chance to backpedal when he should’ve been the one heading for the goddamn hills. As a priest, Ben had a moral obligation to be more forgiving of, and patient with, humanity’s wide range of
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