Sunday, February 2, 2014

Six Sentence Sunday from The Terms of Release (m/m, coming this spring!)

Wilma nodded. “They were going to rob us, rape us. Thank God I had my bat in the car.”

If he wasn’t queer as a three-dollar bill and Wilma was twenty years younger or not married to the biggest baddest biker in eight counties who was working at being the best friend he’d ever had, Sage might have fallen in love with her, right then. Boom.


Much love, y'all


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