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ON THE FAVES SHELF | takeover series by anna zabo
sam hesitated, but his smile didn't falter - just softened. as did his voice. "i've wanted to be me for so long. i should have told my colleagues to go fuck themselves years ago. yes, i'm sure.”
BOOKS READ IN 2017: daily grind by anna zabo
“Rob, it’s my professional opinion that you’re an artist.” He picked up his fork. “So suck it up.” How strange those were the words that brought mist to his eyes. He shook his head, but a smile pulled his lips wide. “Brian Keppler, if you keep saying things like that”—his breath hitched—“I’m going to fall in love with you.” Brian blinked a few times—then took his own shuddering breath. “I’ll keep working on that, then.” "Please."
lgbtq+ novels | daily grind
you walked into my shop and brought the freaking sun with you. i’ve been blinded since.
BOOKS READ IN 2017: just business by anna zabo
“You’re not who I thought you were. To you, I’m not . . . a toy. Not a plaything.” “No. Never that.” Flesh and blood. Messy, lovely, tempting, but a person. Never, ever a thing. That idea tore his soul out. “You’d let me go again, after tonight. When the snow clears. Anytime. Every time. Again and again.” Justin hugged himself, shaking. “Wouldn’t you?” “Yes. Always.”
BOOKS READ IN 2017: due diligence by anna zabo
“I really want to kiss you, Fazil.” He swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbled. His brown eyes couldn’t get much wider. “I . . . won’t say no.” “But will you say yes?” A long moment passed, and a pit of disappointment opened in Todd. He stepped back. “If it’s not a yes, then it’s a no. I don’t play games, and I don’t read minds.” Fazil stiffened, his jaw setting. “This whole thing has been a game! A Turkish place. A sexy gay waiter.” He waved at the strip mall, the wind catching the curls in his hair. “And yes. Yes, okay? I want you to kiss me.”
BOOKS READ IN 2017: takeover by anna zabo
“Do you want to date someone?” The question slipped out before he could pull it back. Damn the beer and late hour. The memories. Sam faced Michael, because you didn’t turn away after asking that. “Well, I’d like to try. But circumstances…” He shrugged. “Plus, he’s in the closet.” Yeah, he was. Firmly, too. Sam closed the distance between them and pulled Michael into a kiss. Folly. Pure folly. But damn, those lips, that heartbroken expression. He broke away and stepped back. “The circumstances are shit. The closet is shit.”
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Here’s a story for y'all: Michael here fucked Sam (the runner with the ass) seven ways to Sunday in chapter one. When they were done, Sam was sad that it would only be one night, so he gave Michael a cufflink. So this asshole takes the fucking cufflink to his JOB. What. The. Fuck.
