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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.
The Marionville Series
(series overview)

A Hard Habit to Break
(#1) Heath & Travis

Open Roads                
(#2)Tyler & Noel

What You Don't Confess
(#3) Dylan & Cassidy

Your Whisper in the Dark
(#4) Kenzie & Mason

A Cat Named Hercules
(#5) Shiloh & Gale

Leather Jackets
(#6) Jude & Wynn

Station to Station
(#7) Scott & Dakota

Dreams to Sell
(#8) Keith & Terry

The Right Brew
(#9) Hollis & Caleb

Where There's Smoke
(#10) Leon & Jeremy

Bourbon & Blues
(#11) Kory & Griffith

Twice Removed From
(#12) Chandler & August
INTRO: (from Tyler's point of view)

“Nice car. How far back did the trouble start?”

He leaned inside and pulled the release lever. Little lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes as he
smiled. “About forty-one years.”

I grinned at him, already liking his sense of humor as I lifted the hood. A wave of steam engulfed us.
I hastily closed my eyes and stepped back to keep the antifreeze-laden vapor from leaving a film on
my contact lenses. “Come inside. We’ll let that cool down so I can take a look at her.”

“You’re going to tell me it’s the radiator, aren’t you?” His clear tenor held just a trace of the west as
he followed me into what passed as a reception area and office combined. I opened the soft drink

“What would you like, on the house? And don’t panic yet.” Based on the way the steam smelled, I
suspected his radiator would be fine, but what was inside it was not.

“Too late. I panicked about five miles ago when the temperature gauge shot up. You can’t imagine
how relieved I was to see your sign. I’ll take coffee, if you have it.”

I popped the cap and handed him a cola. “Sorry. It’s a little late in the day for any to be left in the
pot.” I grinned at him. “And I hear that a lot about my strategically placed sign out there on the

His grey gaze held my hazel one captive as I held out my hand to him. “Tyler Phillips, owner-

Strong fingers closed around mine, holding my hand a moment too long for politeness. “Noel
Springs, stranded motorist.”


Our bodies brushed, hip against hip, as I leaned past him. I heard the sharp intake of breath as he
jumped, and felt his heat when he seized the moment and pressed the long length of his muscled
thigh to mine. My mouth went dry, but I didn’t need to speak.

Hidden from public view by our bodies and the car, Noel’s hand stroked across my ribs and came to
a stop as his strong fingers gripped my waist. I had my hands full, carefully securing the pie for the
ride home. His pelvis bumped my ass, a quick thrust that almost knocked my head against the
doorframe. My cock hardened in a rush, straining within its denim prison.

“That’s what you get for bending over in front of me, you little tease.”

I wiggled my butt, and he smacked it, hard. I straightened and turned around, grinning at him.

I looked down. He looked down. Noel returned my grin. His grey eyes gleamed in the sunlight as his
pink tongue licked his full, rosy lips.

“Seven-and-a-half, cut.”

Noel narrowed his eyes. “Top or bottom?”

I grasped his hips, not caring if the whole town buzzed it up on the gossip chain by sundown. “You’
re too eager.”

He glanced down at my bulging zipper a second time. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black.”

“You know, Noel, I don’t want to get all stupid with you. I don’t want you to think I’m taking
advantage of
“I know, Tyler. And I don’t want you to think I ever planned to abuse your hospitality. This is just one
night. Maybe a little friendly companionship, provided…”

I nodded. “I’m HIV negative, but I insist we keep it safe.”

“I’m negative, too, and yes, it’s condoms or nothing because I’ve had one scare and I don’t want
another one.”

He moved to kiss me, and I jerked away. He looked surprised.

“Sorry, Noel.” Kissing on Main Street might be a bit too much for the neighbors whose good will
supported my standard of living. “I keep my private life low profile.”

“Of course. I’m out, and I guess I thought you were, too.”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m in sort of a limbo. I don’t care if people know, but this is a small town. I don’t
flaunt it in public, but in truth, around here, neither do straight lovers.”

“Got it. When in Rome.” He backed away, his expression unreadable as he climbed into the car.

Maybe I’d tripped some trigger of his, or not, but I’d figure it out when we got to my place. Insides
quivering with anticipation, I headed out of town. Noel remained silent for the remainder of the
drive to my home, at least until I turned onto the long gravel lane that led to the two-story frame
farmhouse. He shifted in his seat and fixed that clear grey gaze on me in an incredulous stare.

“Excuse me for asking, but what the hell is a good looking stud like you doing out here in bum-fuck
middle America, working as a grease monkey, and living on a farm, for God’s sake!”

The answer that filled my being came out of the still darkness of countless solitary nights.

Waiting for you.
Open Roads
contemporary gay romance, book two of the Men of Marionville series
Tyler Phillips enjoys his small-town life. He’ll never get
rich working the family business, but he knows there’s
more to a man than the size of his bank account.
Easing into mid-life, Tyler’s restless for something he
can’t find in the little borough of Easton—male

Noel Springs got caught up in the economic downturn.
With his job gone, and retirement many years in the
future, Noel decides to take a long drive and see some
of the country open road is just what he needs.

When Noel's car overheats outside the little town of
Easton, he discovers the local mechanic is far hotter
than his radiator, and just as eager to blow off some
The blurb makes Open Roads
sound like a sexy romp, and it
is. The sex scenes are hot, the
attraction is intense, and both
men are good at flirtatious
banter. Underneath this, the
story has real emotional power
as it focuses on that rare
moment in a person’s life
when everything may change
if he’s brave enough to make
it happen. - Jessewave