In these four stories by R.W. Clinger, gay men find romance all year long! Contains the stories: The Fine Art of Reading Riley: While out shopping on a winter's day, Stone Daye bumps into Cameron Phillips, an old friend and former lover who now works as an administrator at a local college. The two have a heated and romantic history, and seeing Cameron again brings it all back for Stone. Old feelings are stirred up again, but are the fiery embers of their previous relationship strong enough to ignite a new romance together? Mr. Hideaway: In spring, Josh Hideaway is taking a much-needed break at his family’s cabin, where he meets ranger Zeth Mandell, his neighbor by the lake. A pack of dangerous coyotes brings Josh to Zeth’s rescue. Will something more than friendship blossom between the elusive Mr. Hideaway and the ranger? Sometimes hiding out is the only way to fall in love. Autumn Cliche: When writer Chad Best heads to Haven Island to interview the famous Finn O’Rourke, he learns there’s a softer side to the reclusive artist. To Chad’s surprise, Finn woos and seduces him. When his visit comes to an end, will Chad choose to return to his busy life, or stay on the artist’s island with a man he might love? 20 Days of Tuck: During twenty days of a particularly hot summer on the shores of Lake Erie, Micah and Tuck fall head over heels in love. A year later, life has unexpectedly changed for Micah. He meets and falls hard for Carl, a witty, romantic guy along the lake. What will Micah do when various ties between his twenty days with Tuck and his current days with Carl begin to unravel?

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We had walked over half the width of the island before I eventually asked, “How much further?”


I chuckled. “You’re planning on killing me and hiding my body, aren’t you? This isn’t the cliché romance you think it is, is it?”


He squeezed my hand, stopped me next to the tallest pine tree on the island, and compressed my chest to his. “I wouldn’t harm you. You’re too adorable for that kind of shit.”


We kissed, heating that very spot on the island where we stood. He wrapped me in his arms, connected his lips with mine, which caused me to feel dizzy, and pulled away. “That’s a promise kiss,” he said. “I rarely, if ever, give those out.”


I joked, “A promise to bury my body so the Erie police won’t find me.”


He went along with my teasing and placed a kiss on the tip of my nose. Then he pulled me with him, over the next two hundred yards of Duskin Trail, until we reached our final destination.


“What is it?” I asked, looking up into the treetops.


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