A Dangerous Thing (The Adrien English Mysteries #2)

Adrien, people get killed all the time. Since when is it your job to find out what happened to them?"

"I'm not usually suspected of murdering them."

"You have been as long as I've known you.

Did he want to put a cock ring on me or did he fear I wanted to put a wedding ring on him?

I don't know if real courage lies in storming barricades or simply not denying the truth.

I'm a thirty-something gay man with a dodgy heart. I sell books for a living. Who wants to read about that?

I never meant to get involved with you, Adrien.

Rest easy; you're not.

I think it was Mark Twain who said, “Get your facts straight, and then you can distort them as much as you like.

It was hard to speak, what with my heart trying to climb out of my mouth. For every gay man this question comes at some point, in just such a tone, if not in those actual words. I don't know if real courage lies in storming barricades or in simply not denying the truth. I know it took every ounce of strength I had to say, "I'm gay, if that's what you're asking.

It was nearly five before Jake walked in. He was sunburnt, wet, and smelled faintly of fish. Sexy as hell. Don’t ask me to explain.

I was surprised he didn't just spit the nails into the wood like Popeye the Sailor Man.

...Jake, a homosexual cop buried so deep in the closet he didn't know where to look for himself.

Jake fried up the fish, cooked rice with garlic, cilantro and green onions. Someday he was going to make some woman a wonderful wife.

Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled
welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.

Planning on staying?”
“Just till you wise up.”
“I’m flattered you think that’s a possibility.”
“Yeah, well it’s lucky I’ve rolled a lot of vacation.

The battle rages eternal, though the race, religion, gender or sexual orientation of those discriminated against changes regularly. Maybe man’s need for a scapegoat is genetically programmed into him.

Then, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, "He writes murder mysteries.

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.

This is how God made me. You are how God made you. All God's chillun are made how God made 'em. You think God made a mistake, take it up with Him.

This is like dating. This is...weird.

Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.

When was the last time anyone in these parts had been attacked by a bear or a mountain
lion? It was possible, but not probable, right? Maybe it was something harmless. A deer or a
stray cow. Or a really big rabbit.

'Yeah,' he said with slow satisfaction. 'You need it bad. Worse than I do.'

I gasped, 'Is it a competition? What do I win?'

'Shh. Turn off for a few seconds, Adrien.'

'A few seconds? Is that all it's--' I caught my breath as his finger moved knowledgeably, unerringly.

'There's the off button,' he murmured.