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|Contemporary gay romance - the Men of Marionville series
These stories can be read individually. They feature characters in the same community, all friends. They do
not need to be read in the order in which they were written to enjoy them fully, but they are numbered for
those who prefer to do so. For more about the Men of Marionville series, click here.
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Piracy is a crime.
The ghost of his lips slid coolly over mine like they had so many times over the years, a phantom
whisper that raised gooseflesh on the back of memories. His angry, hurt voice froze my insides.
“You had what I wanted, Heath. You were normal. You dated girls. You fucked girls.” He sucked in a
deep, difficult breath. When he spoke again, the anger was gone, but not the hurt.
“Then you kissed me and brought the very thing I hated right to my bed. How could you do that to me?
Why didn’t you tell me you were really gay?”
Stunned, my knees wobbled, and I leaned back against his car before they gave out and I ended up on
the pavement. Never had I imagined he felt such self-loathing. I hadn’t seen it, but then I’d been just
seventeen. Liking some girls muddied the water for me, and I never thought of myself as anything but
straight, back then.
What I felt for Travis was special, outside everything, and everyone, else. He was my best friend. I was
a senior in college before I dared put a name to my sexuality, and begin to accept what it meant. I took
a chance he wouldn’t shake me off, and grasped his elbow. He trembled under my fingertips.
“Travis, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. How could I?”
He shivered, like he had a sudden chill. The anger left his beautiful eyes, to be replaced by a great
“I’m sorry, too, Heath. I didn’t know how to tell you. I thought you’d hate me. I thought you’d run away
from me, and then I ran away from you.”
My chest ached. Thirteen years lost.
“I could never hate you, Travis. There was a lot I didn’t know about my teenage self. So much I didn’t
understand.” I took a deep breath. “The truth is, I’m bi.”
His eyebrows drifted up. He blinked. I nodded and rolled my eyes at him.
“Don’t look at me like I’m speaking a foreign language.”
Travis swallowed, hard, his Adam’s apple moving convulsively. “Um, sorry. Not that you’re…Your
mom… I mean, I thought… is Dani a man or a woman?”
It was my turn to blink. “How’d you hear about Dani?”
“Your mother mentioned her.”
“Well, buddy, Dani is a guy. Daniel.”
“That’s not what I heard, man. Your mother thinks you had a live-in girlfriend.”
I snorted. How was he going to handle this bit of information?
“Well, Travis. Dani is fucking hot in a skirt, and on the telephone, it would be easy to jump to several
He blinked owlishly. “I see.”
I doubted it. Dani did standup comedy in full drag regalia, and it was damn funny.
Travis slumped against the fender beside me, our shoulders brushing. “You still want to go get that
pizza? I really have to eat something so my glucose level doesn’t bottom out on me.”
That sounded like my old friend. “Do you still run for fun?”
Travis treated me to a real grin. “Yeah. Gotta feed the machine. Do you still run?”
I shook my head. “It wasn’t the same without you. Maybe I can get back into it, though. What do you
think? Will you help me start training again?”
He looked pleased as he nodded. “Sure. It’ll help us get to know each other again.”
I leaned a little closer. “So, you’re not going to blow me off?”
Travis drew back like I’d struck him. Too late I realized the double-entendre. I grabbed his arm.
“Oh, no. No, man, I did not mean I wanted…I meant you weren’t going tell me to go to hell and then run
His eyes narrowed. “What? I’m not good enough to give you a blow job?”
We’d veered into very murky waters, the potential for disaster suddenly and exponentially increasing.
We’d just reconnected, and the only thing that kept me from throwing my arms around him and never
letting go was fear he’d bolt again.
As for blow jobs, I’d go to my knees for him anytime he snapped his fingers and pointed at the spot,
but I didn’t dare tell him that for the exact same reason.
“Lord, Travis. Let’s not talk about sex just yet.”
To my surprise, he chuckled. “Heath Kelley, backpedaling. I’m amazed I lived long enough to see it
“Laugh all you like. We can talk sex over lunch.”
Travis turned to me, arms crossed over his chest, his hip against the car.
“No, Heath. We won’t talk sex. You’ll always be my best friend. Hell, you’re more than that. I’ve missed
you so much.” He paused and took a deep breath.
“Sex is off limits, Heath. I don’t want to talk about it with you, and as friends, we’re not going to do it.”
He might think that, but I knew better.
|A Hard Habit to Break
a novel of friends becoming lovers, book one in the Men of Marionville series
As the reigning stud of the local gay club scene, every
guy in the county knows Travis Templeton, and vies for
his attention. Travis wears his crown lightly, careful not to
break any hearts. He knows what it’s like to you want.
Heath Kelley made the biggest mistake of his life the
night before his best friend Travis left for college. One
small action snowballed into years of silent
misunderstanding and empty distance. When Heath
accepts a transfer that sends him to his hometown, he
doesn’t know Travis has moved back home, too. It doesn’
t take long for the men to reconnect.
Admitting they never stopped thinking of each other as
“best friends” is easy. Forgiveness of past sins is easy,
but confessing their secrets comes harder. When Heath
discovers the truth about Travis’ private life, the newly
repaired bonds of friendship are stretched taut.
It’s time for Travis to choose – the love of his best friend,
or a life of living with second best.