( It was a straightforward enough job, really. (Cut for holy crap, length. And murder/attempted murder/racism/Jono being a dick.) )

The last thing Jono remembered, he'd been dead. Dying? He couldn't be entirely certain, as he'd slipped out of consciousness shortly after consummating his marriage with Lucrezia Borgia et Cetera last night in this very room.

... Or had he spent his evening with Raven after his concert, making love to himself? Or that lovely young woman who had ( Read more... )

Jonothon should have been packing. He was well aware of that. Tomorrow, as much as he didn't want to miss another Library shift, marked the start of the spring trip, and after the week that he'd had, Hawaii was sounding pretty bloody good right about now ( Read more... )