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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And, I learned that Carl Martini was flawless, a respectable man with integrity, and mine. 21: A Moment of Truth


The St. Petersburg Martini: 6 Parts Vodka, 3 Dashes of Orange Bitters, Orange Peel.


We took a shower together the next morning. Miss Kitty had spent the night in Ohio, which gave use the house all to ourselves. After the use of shampoo, soap, and a second round of heated sex with him, we dried off, brushed our teeth, and dressed. Then we had breakfast in the kitchen. Jokingly, I claimed I could cook and threw eggs, sausage, and toast on plates—a total disaster. The eggs were tasteless, the sausage was undercooked, and the toast was burnt. Having dignity, boldly confesses my weaknesses as a man, I told him, “I’m not Julia Childs and never will be.”


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