He’s Mine?
“Dylan? I’ve gotta go.” Harry squashed down the lid on his suitcase and ran the zipper around it. “Did you move your car?” From somewhere else in the house, Dylan…
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He’s Mine?
The Door Into Spring
Two weeks ago, I discovered a set of stairs built into the hall closet’s ceiling. I’d had to use a box cutter to slice the layers of white paint along…
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The Door Into Spring
Isherwood: Unconditionally
Kieran Talbot couldn’t cook. He accepted that as fact as he leaned over the kitchen counter and let his forehead thunk down on the mottled brown granite. Mostly accepted it.…
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Isherwood: Unconditionally
Christmas in the Sandbox
"Digger?" Neal whispered into the darkness inside the temporary supply depot. With one hand, he tried to find a light switch. This was a new spot for them. Mostly because…
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Christmas in the Sandbox