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320 pages, ebook
First published June 15, 2011
Damon Suede grew up out-n-proud deep in the anus of right-wing America, and escaped as soon as it was legal. He has lived all over and along the way, he’s earned his crust as a model, a messenger, a promoter, a programmer, a sculptor, a singer, a stripper, a bookkeeper, a bartender, a techie, a teacher, a director... but writing has ever been his bread and butter. He has been happily partnered for over a decade with the most loving, handsome, shrewd, hilarious, noble man to walk this planet.
Though new to gay romance, Damon is an award-winning author who has been writing for print, stage, and screen for two decades, which is both more and less glamorous than you might imagine. He's won some awards, but he counts his blessings more often: his amazing friends, his demented family, his beautiful husband, his loyal fans, and his silly, stern, seductive Muse who keeps whispering in his ear, year after year.
Damon would love to hear from you... you can get in touch with him here.
"Manscaped?" Dante smiled. "I'm fucking Italian; I been mowing my lawn since I was thirteen. My brothers taught me."
Dante chuckled low. "There's my blush."
"You're wearing a f@cking skirt! (…)"
"It's a kilt, dumbass." (…)
"It's only a skirt if I wear underwear."
"Your life needs an airbag. I swear, Anastagio, you should have come equipped when you were born."
Just then Dante leaned against him, brow between his shoulder blades for a moment, so tentatively Griff held his breath. His voice was almost sheepish. "Nah. Everyone knows I was born defective. They didn't install you until later."
The smile on her face was almost Dante's. Tears pricked his eyes, then hers, while all those impossible things passed between them. While the truth was sending down roots and throwing out branches until it filled the silent room with impossible blossoms.
I love him.
"Don't wait for your ship to come in. Swim out to it."
The lying is awful. The hiding.
"This belongs to me. Only me. No one else can have it. Not even you. It's mine. You're mine."
"Your spit is mine. Your skin. The way you smell."
"Feel that?"
That's how much I love you.
I'll take Classic 69 and semen-swapping for $300.
”It's impossible to be your own hero, yes?”
"He needed to sit down and talk about everything and nothing with the only person who turned him inside out without even trying."
"Mr. Muir, loving your Dante is not a bad thing. He certainly loves you...although I don't know if he can love you in the way you wish. Or I wish, for that matter. Only he knows. You understand? Life is very rarely romantic."
4.25 “It’s a kilt, dumbass.” stars.
Griff snuck a glance, and sure enough, a clump of frisky bedbunnies was drifting toward his best friend—hippety-hoppity, pussy on its way.I really enjoyed the slow development of their relationship, (I absolutely hate insta-love) albeit a little too slow... But he was also coming to terms with being gay himself...
Tommy likes dudes. And I think maybe I like dudes. Definitely one dude, at least.And when Dante and Griff were doing the hothead.com scenes, I could tell they were so into each other! It was cute, in a smoking hot kind of way.