“He growled, a harsh tearing rumble of fury and fear combined. “What is it?” Matt asked. “Oh fuck, of course you can’t answer me. Jesus, it’s like a paranormal Lassie film.” — Jay Northcote Copy Share Image
“He was waiting at the counter with a pile of junk food, which was the best the shop could offer: a plastic-wrapped pasty” — Jay Northcote Copy Share Image
“Was it really too much to ask to find a single bloke who was actually interested in more than just a hook up?” — Jay Northcote Copy Share Image
“He growled, a harsh tearing rumble of fury and fear combined. “What is it?” Matt asked. “Oh fuck, of course you can’t answer me.… — Jay Northcote Copy Share Image
“Drowning his misery with alcohol and junk food was like sticking plaster on an infected cut. It masked it temporarily, but only made it… — Jay Northcote Copy Share Image
