MM Lover who is never afraid of casting David as her book boyfriend of the day.
I now have a new account...AGandyGirl has a new home. So feel free to find me there.
Thank you Marco for helping me!!
After getting no response from the staff at BL in over 2 weeks I am backing away from this site. I get frustrated not being able to get settled here like I want. If and when I get a response or emails start working again I will try to return. I will maintain my existing account at this point as there is really no point in deleting but to say I am disheartened is putting things really mild. I just need to not be consumed by these issues anymore. You can just find me on FB at this point. *hugs*
He didn’t want to tell anyone. What he wanted to do was curl into a ball, pray for good roads tomorrow, and forget that success tasted an awful lot like loss.
His ribs ached with the effort of holding the feelings in. It wouldn’t last, it couldn’t last, but for that moment, it was, as Adrian said, everything. Everything he couldn’t have, wouldn’t have, shouldn’t have. But for a few perfect hours, he could pretend.
So enjoying this sweet book. ❤️❤️❤️
That’s what his life had become—not living, just surviving. Going through the motions, one day to the next, marking off the steps between cradle and grave in meaningless repetition.
Oh my...I love him!
It had been eight years. After eight years, surely no one would recognize him, assuming anyone who might was even still alive, or still in Manhattan. No one would have any cause to connect twenty-six year old Tom Halloran, veteran patrolman, with seventeen-year-old Liam O’Connell, East River tunnel rat.