Five of J.D. Walker's best-selling M/M romance stories that end with every man getting his guy! Contains the stories:
A-dork-able: Alister Redgrave hopes to find the love of his life one day, despite his dorkiness. Jaiden Greyson, the new Assistant CFO, fits the bill, except, Alister makes a fool of himself repeatedly in front of the man. That doesn’t stop Jaiden, though, who wants to get to know the klutzy guy better. A jealous coworker makes things difficult, but Jaiden is determined to get his man, no matter what.
And This Is Ed: Ed Kaehler is a laidback guy who works as a housekeeping manager by day, and takes care of the elderly in his spare time. He’s a very private person, but there’s more to Ed than meets the eye. Titus Leung, the new guy on the block, discovers this when he befriends Ed. But a stupid bet derails their relationship. Now Titus has figure how to get Ed to forgive him and maybe give him another chance.
Hate to Love You: When Sybron Adell finds out about a merger from his boss, Rio Jachetta, the ordinary, if staid, life he leads seems to unravel. Rio, a good friend but also clueless about how the real world works, ends up making a bad thing worse. Hot coffee might have been involved. Their friendship is in ruins, and jobs may be lost, but maybe Rio can fix things. Is a career worth everything that’s precious?
Nowhere But Home: For Kayle Grimes, coming home hurts worse than all the failed relationships he’s had in his life. And seeing Asher Knox again, the boy he left behind, is not what he bargained for. Asher Knox needs Kayle to forgive him and take him back. Kayle is what he’s always wanted, and he’ll do anything to convince the man he’s changed. He won’t slip away again. Not this time.
To Lift My Sole: While food services CEO Jim Newsome is working undercover at a hospital, he meets Lance Lamas, an orthopedic specialist. Lance tries to strike up a conversation, but Jim isn’t playing along. Lance is relentless in his pursuit of Jim, and Jim is relentlessly avoiding Lance. Something’s gotta give.
EXCERPT FROM "Nowhere But Home"
I leaned against the brick wall of the coffeehouse and tried to make sense of my thoughts. Then suddenly, Asher was standing in front of me, and all thought was lost.
“I almost didn’t recognize you tonight with all the fuzz gone, Kaylie,” he said, and when I scowled, he grinned. “Sorry, slip of the tongue.” Right.
“You’re missing the meetup,” I offered, waving goodbye to the girl and her mother as they walked off.
Asher bent down to pat a very enthusiastic dog and said, “What’s his name?”
“Dali. Answer the question.”
“It wasn’t framed that way, now was it?”
“But you political types can read between the lines, right?” I replied sarcastically.
He laughed. “I suppose so.”
“Well?”
“Truth is, I rarely make these things anymore since I’m always so busy.” He leaned his left shoulder next to me on the wall. “In the beginning, I was here every week. But since I became mayor, it’s been harder and harder to do so. And I miss it. But the group is still going strong, and growing. I try my damnedest to be in attendance as often as I can.”
“And you’re outside with me instead of in there with your friends because ...”
He looked away for a moment then stared straight into my eyes. “I couldn’t not be. I saw you sitting there, and a want like no other in my life, except when we were together in high school, hit me like a ton of bricks.” Was it possible for eyes to smolder? Because yeah, that was what Asher’s were doing.
I pretended indifference. “You’re assuming a lot, aren’t you, Ashley?” I said, and it was his turn to scowl.
“I thought I buried that nickname years ago.” He stabbed me in the chest with a finger. “If I ever hear it said by anyone else in this town, I will punch that pretty jaw of yours.”
I smirked. “You’ll try.” Then I became serious. “Sex is great, Asher, and I’m a great proponent of giving it up. But I’ve had enough of flings, enough of people looking me up and down and only seeing the outside without ever bothering to find out who I really am, what I like. I’m still that kid who grew up here, even after all my years away. I still get hurt easily, I cry at movies and expect true love to turn up at some point in my life. Because that’s what I want, period.”
I turned to cup his cheek. “I understand why you did what you did when we were seventeen. It wasn’t pleasant, but I get it. You weren’t perfect; I was a whiny bitch. Newsflash: I’m still a whiny bitch with a prissy tiara in search of a prince.” I leaned down to kiss him softly on the mouth, enjoying the flavor of him and tasting his gasp before pulling away.
“We can be friends and hang out, if you like, get to know each other better. But after being cheated on and having my heart broken one too many times, I’m kind of cautious and in no hurry for complications. And unless you’re really interested in trying for a future beyond the bedroom, should I even want to go there with you, then nothing’s gonna happen anyway. Got it?”
Asher stared at me, a little dazed, then nodded. I bent down to untie Dali. When I stood, I noticed curious faces mashed against the glass of the coffeehouse, watching us. Nice. “We have an audience, so you know.”
Asher gave me a tiny, sad smile. “Perks of living in a small town.”
“I guess.” I let Dali get some love from his other favorite human, apparently, before walking away. “Have a good night, Mr. Mayor.”
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