August 14, 2004
Marousi, Greece
Will
“What are you doing?” Travis asked me as he answered his phone.
“Just finished getting ready to go to a party tonight,” I said. “Marie and I are going to hang out with the Australian swimmers.”
“I saw your boy got a gold medal today,” he said, trying not to sound grumpy.
“I was so glad that he did,” I said. “The American who came in third is a complete douche.”
“Really?” he asked.
September 3, 1801
HMS Endymion
Weymouth, England
It was an hour before dawn, but Granger had woken up early. He allowed his mind to wander, trying to figure out why, but that was only a futile attempt to try to avoid the truth. The reason he’d woken up early was because he was incredibly horny. He’d been sleeping next to Calvert for several days now, but they’d had no sexual relations. For Granger, this was tantamount to a livi
August 10, 2004
Tribeca
New York, NY
JJ
I had my phone out at 5:00 and smiled when it rang. One of the things I loved about Kris was how organized and punctual he was. “Hey there,” I said.
“Hey back at you,” he said cheerfully. “I’m just finishing up.”
“Want me to pick you up? We can go get dinner,” I suggested.
“That works,” he said.
“You like seafood?” I asked. I cringed as I did, because that jus
The Queen kept the princesses in a virtual jail. They referred to it as “the nunnery.”
It was hoped they could be married off to German princes, but the King’s illnesses largely prevented that.
September 1, 1801
HMS Endymion
Weymouth, England
“His Majesty has opted to take a cruise aboard Endymion tomorrow,” Granger said to Austen once the salutes to welcome him back had ceased. He’d spent the morning ashore visiting the Royal Family and found them to be much the same except for Princess Amelia. For some reason, she had opted to make Calvert’s recovery her mission in life, and in addition to pelting Granger with letters
August 10, 2004
Escorial
Palo Alto, CA
Will
I lay in bed with Travis, totally wrapped up in him both physically and emotionally. An alarm went off, surprising me, but he reached over and turned it off. “It is 12:01, the bewitching hour,” he said, speaking like he was Boris Karloff in a scary movie.
“Should I be nervous?” I asked. “What happens at the bewitching hour?”
“You must get up, put on your robe, then allow me to guide you to the Chamber of Oaths,” he