Posts Tagged ‘c&r’

Zane blinked in surprise. “It matters to me,” he said quietly. “I want to know. So I….” His voice trailed off and he swallowed. “So I can protect you.”
Ty sniffed. “Protect me from being afraid?”
“Protect you when you’re afraid,” Zane corrected.

(pg 283, Cut & Run, Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux, Dreamspinner Press)

(pg 276, Cut & Run, Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux, Dreamspinner Press)

This, this is the problem issue brilliance of re-reading – the feels hit on what I’d previously read as a passing comment. I read this now and think OMG Sanchez!! He was one of those bilingual agents and now……and I’m still convinced that his funeral will have happened during this books timeline (probably during the break)

Zane’s anger wilted, and he just looked at Ty while he stood there and ached inside. “I don’t want to hurt you”

(pg 237, Cut & Run, Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux, Dreamspinner Press)

Zane slowly nodded, waiting a few heartbeats before admitting, “I am now,” in a matching whisper. There was so much he wanted to say but didn’t dare.

(pg 228, Cut & Run, Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux, Dreamspinner Press)

Posted: June 15, 2016 in Uncategorized
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After another long silence, Zane gave a quiet sigh. “Becky died this time of year,” Zane said quietly. “Weather’s about the same. Fancy graveyard.” He shrugged.

“Who is Becky?” Ty asked in exasperation.

Zane kept his eyes focused out the window. “My wife.”

Ty stared at him for a long moment, eyes drifting down to the wedding ring Zane still wore but they’d never talked about, then he looked away without commenting. He pressed his lips together tightly as they rode in silence. “I’m sorry,” he finally offered.

Nodding slowly, Zane finally said, “Thanks.” It was almost inaudible.

~ Cut & Run, by Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux

Posted: March 18, 2016 in Uncategorized
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Zane’s Vices …

Zane turned around. When he saw Ty watching, he didn’t move; he just stood there with his cigarettes in one hand and lighter in the other.

“Those things’ll kill you,” Ty advised in amusement.

Looking at Ty ruefully, Zane shook his head and flipped him off as he walked to the door. “Leave me at least one of my vices?” he requested.

Ty sighed and watched him as he reached the door. “The pills are in my bag,” he offered quietly.

Stopping at the door, Zane looked back over his shoulder at Ty. Yeah, he wanted the damn pills. Just a single thought and he was dying for them, for the artificial high and confidence he got from them. Having them around was like a burr stuck in his shirt, scraping his skin raw. He turned around. “Give them over, please,” he requested quietly.

Ty waited for a moment and then walked over to the bag to rummage through and find the tin. He held it up and rattled it, then tossed it to Zane without a word. Zane caught the tin deftly and looked down at it for a long moment. Then he moved, walking past Ty and into the bathroom, where he worked to pry the tin open. Ty lowered his head, listening intently and hoping to hear the flush of the toilet instead of the running of the water to fill a glass.

Zane stared down at the little pink pills. How big a deal was this? They didn’t hurt anyone but him… and Ty. Zane turned his chin toward the door. Because Ty didn’t want him doing the drugs. Caught in that thought, he turned the tin over and watched the pills fall into the toilet and sink to the bottom to land on white porcelain. Stone-cold sober, he flushed them down and tossed the tin into the garbage can with a clink.

When Zane turned around, he saw Ty standing there. He took two steps and captured Ty’s mouth with his own, his hands closing gently about his face.

Ty returned the kiss with feeling, sliding his hands around Zane’s hips and pulling him closer. “Good boy,” he murmured between kisses.


~ Cut & Run, by Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux

Posted: February 9, 2016 in Uncategorized
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