Romans & histoires Michael J Sullivan Books In Order

Everything led back to her and our kiss and I wanted to do it over and over again, and more. I fell on the bed, kicking my shoes off and picking up my favorite book. La Divina Commedia, a three-part poem about the travels through the three regions, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. It was an immediate distraction from my tormenting thoughts and the fact Emiliana was only down the hall. Or so I thought. Soft knocks, almost inaudible, tapped on my door. Louder ones followed before the door swung open.

It was hard to believe that such a vibrant and kind person could be gone so suddenly and I didn't want to remind myself of the possibility of her death which the corps had told us the previous night, still, I had the urge that it might be connected to Sullivan which had made me remind him of the death of his sister, Gin. Back to reality, I'm still yet to understand what Sullivan was doing with the bookshelf probably searching for the ROP button... Don't tell me he wants sex now. I thought raising my eyes furiously at him expecting him to prove me wrong. I heard the door slam shut, and then I heard him organizing the books he had knocked over in his fit of anger. Finally, he turned and looked