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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I was going to be fine. I would survive. I would heal. Tuck wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. I continued to write, visit the Martini Room, and drink martinis, toasting the memory of the man that I had fallen in love with. And when I became too drunk, having consumed far too many cocktails, enjoying my evenings alone, I promised that someday I would learn to play the piano, one ivory keystroke at a time, forever allowing Tucker Martini to live within my fingers, chord after chord, and piano song after song. Again, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. 48: That Night and Carl’s Great Plan


I was a writer then; I am a writer now. But I wasn’t someone who kept a diary. Never. Not once in my life. Not a blog. Not a book of daily events. Not a journal. But if I did keep one of those written accessories to life, it would have read about that night:


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