My Dick Is Like A Tender Plum is a rude book for rude boys and girls who've got nothing better to do with their time. If easily offended please don't come in. If easily offended but need the toilet please don't look at the walls.
Tender is the Night (1934), tells the story of the rise and fall of Dick Diver, a promising young psychoanalyst, and his wife, Nicole, who is also one of his patients. The early 1930s, when Fitzgerald worked on the book, were the darkest years of his life, and the novel's bleakness reflects the author's own experiences.
Sam and Declan are done working as field agents. The successful Vienna mission ended with a little bonus - a memory key that contained compromising material about Sir James Aiken. The plan was to use it as a bargaining tool to extract them both from A.L.L...but fate had other ideas. Returning to London they walk into their HQ and find a massacre. James is missing. Neither man will be leaving A.L.L. until James is found dead, or alive. They get to work, digging into James' past. Who are The Alphabet Club? Where in the world is Sir James Aiken imprisoned? Can they save him? And do they want to?
When a guy’s boyfriend turns out to be a fraud, he discovers new possibilities with an old friend in this sexy contemporary romance. When Mark came home to find his boyfriend Jamie banging the landlord—in their bed—it was officially a bad day. Discovering that Jamie had also cleaned out Mark’s bank accounts made it the worst day of his life. It’s only logical that Mark wanted revenge, even if a few laws (and Jamie’s nose) got bent in the process. Lucky for Mark, the law is on his side when his old friend, state trooper Tony Gervase shows up. Mark has tried to deny his attraction to the sexy lawman for years. But after a hot encounter in the kitchen, the day ends a lot better than it started. But the morning after, the Jamie situation goes from bad to seriously messed up. The jerk’s in more trouble than anyone could have imagined. And as it turns out, Mark doesn’t know Tony as well as he thought he did either . . .