If you could save someone's life, would you? Anyone's? Ali's older brother has a swastika tattooed on his knuckles, a prison ID number for nearly beating an immigrant to death, and spent his teenage years ruthlessly persecuting Ali for being gay. Blood may be thicker than water, but Ali has spent most of his life desperate to prove he is nothing like Tony. A committed vegetarian, charity-supporter, and blood donor, Ali would do anything for anyone. Ali may share parentage with Tony, but he’s determined not to share anything else if he can help it. So when Tony contracts leukaemia, and Ali is the only match for the urgently-needed bone marrow transplant, Ali is caught between two equally awful choices: to refuse and condemn a man to death, or to donate. And in donating, save the life of the man who nearly murdered Ali's Iraqi boyfriend?

Thicker Than Bone

“You, me, sofa—floor, bed, I don’t care,” he panted, crashing their lips together in another bruising kiss at the threshold of the kitchen. “Just fuck me, right fucking now. Now.”


Yazid laughed, dirty and low and deeper than usual. He brought them both toppling to the carpet in the hall, graceless and feverish.


“Mine,” Ali whispered at that first savage bite to his neck. “Mine, all mine, fucking mine and you’re so fucking hot like this…”


“Nobody cared,” Yazid mumbled, shutting their flat door behind the unnecessarily chatty removal man and thanking Christ they didn’t have much stuff to move. If he heard one more thing about the guy’s new puppy he was going to scream.


Then the irritation ebbed. Because—yeah. Their flat door.


Chapter 66