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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He whispered, “You won’t fall. I have you. Just enjoy the sight. I want you to remember this moment, Chad. Take it in.”


I visually, emotionally, romantically, and physically basked in that moment surrounded in his constructed tree house. Man stood against man, enjoying our time spent together, creating something remarkable and memorable between us. Breathtaking came to mind, as well as captivating. My heart fluttered like a little boy’s who had a crush on the quarterback in high school. I felt safe in his arms atop that windy, wild, woodsy, and watery world around us. Nothing seemed wrong or insane about that moment. Nothing silly or immature, wicked or demeaning. Maybe we were men falling in love with each other in the most beautiful part of Pennsylvania and at the most beautiful time of the year, October’s autumn, bonding and believing in eternal bliss, together, as one.


Again, he whispered in my left ear, “Autumn’s cliché. It’s what we are.”


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