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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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Subject matter deals with the consensual sexual practices of adults in the forms of
romance novels, gay fiction and gay literature including gay males, gay love, and gay sex.
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Piracy is a crime.
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 Interstate.”
His grey gaze held my hazel one captive as I held out my hand to him. “Tyler Phillips, owner-operator.”
Strong fingers closed around mine, holding my hand a moment too long for politeness. “Noel Springs,
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.
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
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
“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
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.
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
Noel Springs got caught up in the economic
downturn. future, Noel decides to take a long drive
and see some of the country open road is just what
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 steam...