Only You by Heatherly Bell
Ooh, this one is almost a four-oogie ballpark-knocker. Almost.

Ooh, this one is almost a four-oogie ballpark-knocker. Almost.

Fiction about gay guys, in ways that women wish all gay guys would be.

I can’t help thinking of a particularly mean line from Ingrid Michaelson’s Boys Chase Girls while reading this.

There’s really such a thing as too much perfection.

Years of dumb drama erased by a single thrust of, er. communion. Romance, baby!

Blessed be the dead old people whose passing brings heroes and heroines together.

Now this is one way to make an exit from a cancelled line!

This is the best Jayne Ann Krentz story I’ve read in a while!

For a short story, this one sure sends out so many contradictory messages!

Imagine fighting with some trashy tramp over a douchebag that barely respects you. What can beat such fun?
