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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Beneath the white tissue was a black tuxedo and pair of black leather shoes in my size. There was also a white dress shirt and bow tow inside the parcel. The light scent of teak and honeysuckle—Tuck’s signature smell—accompanied the gift. Feeling delighted with the surprise, and Tuck’s thoughtfulness, I removed the items from the box, had every intention of looking handsome for him that evening, and told myself, “Let’s knock him off his feet.”


The Rothshire House was everything I anticipated it to be: spiral staircase in the marble foyer, massive crystal chandeliers hanging from the convex ceiling, human-sized alabaster statues of Brahms, Mozart, Puccini, and Handel. There were handsome waiters passing out flutes of champagne and beautiful women in cocktail dresses who were collecting tiny pale blue envelopes from the guests, which contained monetary donations.


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