London is closing in on thirty and love-starved. He’s a county bus driver and rides his bike to work. One day while riding past a home, he sees a woman fall and goes to help. Her name is Angela, and London is surprised to learn she’s his favorite author of gay erotic stories. She’s welcoming and loving, so unlike his distant parents, and the two become friends.<br><br>Joel is Angela’s son and the first openly gay officer in the San Jose Police Department. He visits his mom when she has London over for dinner as a way of saying thanks for saving her. At first Joel distrusts London, but attraction simmers between them.<br><br>Both men tend to rush into relationships and bed new lovers, which usually screws things up. So it’s no surprise that, on the first date, they end up in bed together. But London mistakes Joel’s constant clock checking for boredom and leaves, upset. Angela smooths things over, but a chance email sends London running again. Will they be able to overcome his insecurities and make a life together?

Love Is in the Script

Joel pulled back, rolled his eyes, and moaned, “No, you don’t.” He couldn’t keep a smile away.


“If this was one of your mom’s stories, that’s what the character would say. Why did it take a mother to get us to together again?”


London asked, “Can we hit restart?”


Joel’s face lit with his face-splitting smile. “Yes. Tonight? Dinner? Pizza?”


London gave a slow nod as his mouth curled into a huge grin that would make the Cheshire cat jealous. “I love pizza.”


Mom returned. “I didn’t hear yelling or gun shots, so I figured either you made up or someone was being strangled.”


Joel launched himself into her arms. “I love you.”


London came up and pecked her cheek. “You’re an angel.”


She adjusted her invisible halo and pulled London into a hug, something his mom never did.


Chapter 8