Josh Lanyon

It wasn't merely fatigue. although it continued to worry me how tired i was all the time. I had a strange sense of missing something, of being in the wrong place - no matter where I was.

All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.

The problem with a life spent reading is you know too much.

You know that thing about Death Be Not Proud? Well, Fear Be Not Proud either. And Fear Be Not Elegant. What Fear be is stumbling, bumbling flight, crashing through brush, slip-sliding on pine needles, sloshing through puddles that are always deeper than you expect.

She didn__ look like the athletic type to me._ __aybe Nemov carried her. He looked like he could._ __e looked like he could carry his SUV. I don__ know why he didn__.

A pause followed my greeting. Then __e__e watching you _ whispered the voice on the other end.__eah? Did you see what I did with my keys? __ilence. Then dial tone.These younger demons. So easily discouraged.

I know that asshole you were with in college --___an we leave that asshole out of it?__lease, gentlemen, one asshole at a time.

...do you have someone you can stay with? Hell, stay with your mother. The Pentagon doesn__ have the security system she__ g

Will stared at him with utter disbelief. __m I really supposed to answer that? What do you think I want? I want you._ He added bitterly, __ho wouldn__ want you? Seeing you__e so sweet-tempered and understanding.

You think I'm with you out of guilt?""No, you ass. Of course not. I just mean_""You're a nut, MacAllister. I'm with you because I love you."There it was, out. Three little words. Three of the most common words in the world, but string them together and they were more powerful than any warrant, any extradition papers, or even treaty. Stronger than any magical spell. Had he really never said them aloud to Taylor?

The moonlight streaming through the sheer draperies revealed Taylor smiling, boneless and peaceful in Will's embrace. The most dangerous man Will knew rested sweetly in his arms, trusting him with his love as he trusted Will to guard his life. It was beyond precious. Life, love, was made up of fragile moments like these. Fragile as Paris moonlight.

The night was fading. It was too early to be called dawn yet, but Taylor could just make out the outline of Will's weary, unshaven face. His deep blue eyes were the only color in the gray world of rain and shadows.Will leaned in, and his mouth covered Taylor's, rough but sweet, his tongue seeking Taylor's. Taylor opened willingly to that kiss, forgetting for a second his scratched, scraped hands and the rain running down the back of his neck. They kissed a lot these days, especially for men who had never been much for kissing. Taylor had become expert in all Will's kisses, from the hungry, lustful kisses that always made his own cock rise so fast it hurt, to the tender, almost cherishing kisses that Will generally saved for when he thought Taylor was sleeping. That dawn kiss beneath the pine trees rippled through him like an electric shock, a reminder that, tired, wet, and lost as they might be, so long as they were together, they were all right.

When you live with a potentially life-threatening condition you get used to the thought of dying. You accept it, you push on. The thing that scared me was the picture of dying slowly and painfully, the loss of independence and identity to illness.

It__ more believable that a cop would get involved in solving these murders. I mean, you__e talking about writing a series. How believable is it that this Hollywood gossip columnist is going to keep stumbling on all these murders?

You're Professor Mills? The new one who teaches history?"As opposed to the old Professor Mills who preached overthrow of the government?

Do you still do the clubs?__ake shakes his head. __ou do the clubsbecause you can__ find what you need at home. I__e got everything I need. I__e got the answer to needs I didn__ even know I had.

Sable hair bisected his pecs and arrowed down to the straight and unequivocal statement of his returned interest. Forcing my gaze to his face, I said, "I really don't think we have time for that.""You know that, and I know that, but HE doesn't believe it.""Believe it," I told HIM.J.X.'s mouth tugged into one of those heart-stopping smiles. "Maybe you should whisper in his ear.

People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.