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?

Men of All Seasons Box Set

Children were brought up during our summertime sunning. Both of us didn’t care for any. Not a pair. Not even one. Truth was Tuck summed up both of our feelings towards children as, “I didn’t have the greatest childhood growing up with my father. Why would I do that to a son or daughter? I could never hurt a child like that. Never.”


“I understand exactly what you’re saying, Tuck. My parents sort of left me behind all the time. I was often forced to make my own meals and do my own laundry. Maybe it was their way of making me grow up. I’m not sure. I’ll never be sure.”


“Enough with the serious shit,” he said, and pulled me off the blanket. He grabbed two Rawlings gloves out his Nike duffel bag and a well-used softball. “We need to play some catch.”


“I don’t know if I can catch a ball,” I said, being honest. “I really don’t have an athletic bone or gene in my body.”


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