Just a wee bit from that Goodreads challenge story I’ve been talking about. Julian had a skilled hand. Romeo could barely draw stick figures and funny faces, but still he was Italian and he knew art when he saw it. The raw sketches of his back, his arms, the whole-body one, spoke of power and […]
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Rafe and Taro take an ill-considered vacation. Here their fellow guests just arrived. Eight people came in that boat, including the boatman. I’d slept with all of them. Including the boatman. Hell. It was like…the world took a step back. I stood barefoot on worn-soft wood, surrounded by sunshine and water and pretty people,
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This is from that fight in His Faithful Squire that I’ve been complaining about for days. It’s…probably the least swear-filled six sentences of it. “I want to lie in bed eating tiramisu all day too!” I snapped. “Doesn’t mean it’s a good idea!” “Goddammit–“ “And don’t you run out for tiramisu or I just might
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Why not? It’s fun. This is from the goof-off bit I’m working on today, because I want to. “Fine.” Rafe closed the books and tossed them in a stack on the floor. He’d get a shower and he’d eat and maybe he’d manage to convince Taro that sex was a better use of his time
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