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Calvin Lawson arrived in Clear River to rebuild bridges with his ailing
father, not hook up with Emory Fleming, although being an honest
man, he has to admit Emory’s on his mind. But first things first, and
before he goes looking for his boyhood friend, he needs to find a
restoration project to generate personal income so he’s not sponging
off his father. Gutted by an arsonist, the Clocktower Theatre,
affectionately called the Time by everyone in town, is in dire need of
his special skills.  

As an on-the-air journalist, Emory Fleming is making a name for
himself and getting noticed. He’s back in Clear River at the local
network affiliate, preparing for the move up to a major market in a few
years. When Calvin Lawson rolls back into town, Emory’s stunned. The
old pal he worked with at the Time kept a big secret - he’s gay. All the
fantasies Emory had as a teenager about Calvin suddenly become
real as he and Calvin reconnect and quickly become lovers.

Calvin’s planned restoration of the Clocktower Theatre may not be a
practical possibility. He has to secure a lot of funding to do the job
properly, and money is tight everywhere. When Emory’s big break
comes faster than anticipated, Calvin sees only one option. He'll step
aside so Emory will accept the job he’s worked all his life to attain,
and allow the doors of time close between them permanently.
Doors of Time
A contemporary gay romance where friends reunite and become lovers.
INTRO

Emory leaned forward. “Okay, Calvin. Spill it. Just what do you plan on doing with the Clocktower Theatre
once it’s been restored to its former glory?”

Calvin laughed softly and sipped his coffee. With slow deliberation, he sat the cup down. “That would be
getting the cart way before the horse, wouldn’t it?”

Emory grinned and teased his friend. “You always did play hard to get.”

Instead of laughing again, the smile faded from Calvin face. Emory backpedaled. “I was teasing you, Calvin,
so don’t take that too seriously.”

Calvin licked his lips, his eyes dark and serious as he leaned forward. “You don’t know me the way you think
you do, Emory.”

They’d not seen each other in years. Calvin didn’t know the older version of him, either. It would take some
time for them to catch up on everything, but Emory knew him well enough to know there was a hidden
meaning in his words.

“So why don’t you tell me what it is I don’t know, and what is I should know?”

“Not tonight. It’s been a long day and I’m still a little tired from driving in from Kansas. I’ll see you tomorrow,
bright and early.”

Emery had no choice but to agree. He and Calvin were friends, and sometimes that meant not pursuing a
subject. Besides Calvin was right, they would see each other in the morning.

“Okay, you win. I’ll rein in my curiosity until morning.”

_*_*_*_
EXCERPT

“You don’t know what do when someone acts all gentlemanly toward you, do you?”

Emory reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “Not really, but I’m willing to work on it.” He climbed into the
car and Calvin closed the door.

If he were lucky, his knees wouldn’t buckle as he walked around to the driver’s side of the Charger and got
the vehicle moving.

It wasn’t news to Calvin that Emory liked to lead, but some habits were hard to break. From an early age, his
mother had drilled polite manners into him. A man opened doors, carried packages, pulled chairs out from
tables, and held umbrellas. As far as Calvin was concerned, being genteel applied to gay men as much as
straight guys. But maybe Emory didn’t see it that way.

“I won’t open the door for you if it makes you that uncomfortable.”

Emory pulled his keys out of his pocket and fidgeted with them. “It’s been a long time since anyone did it. It’s
not all good memories, Calvin.”

Had one of those older men who swarmed around Emory hurt him? “What’s that mean, or don’t you want to
tell me?”

“As a younger man, I seemed to attract a macho element intent on making me their bitch.” Emory looked at
him and lifted his hands, palms up. “And there you sit, only gay for a few hours.”

Calvin snorted. “Disconcerting, isn’t it?”

“You don’t know the half of it. I mean, I tell you you’re dessert and that makes you decide to have dinner
with me?”

Calvin parked the car beside Emory’s little sports coupe. “I was leaning toward dinner without dessert, but
your way sounds more interesting.”

Emory scrambled from the car as he reached for the door handle. “I’ll leave your name at the front desk.”
Calvin hurried after him and blocked his escape into his own ride. “Wait a second! What are you scared of,
Emory?”

“Feeling sixteen and clueless again.”

He was familiar with what Emory described. He had a case of it right now, but Calvin wasn’t going to let it
stop him. He’d thought about Emory for so many years, and in the blink of an eye, he had a chance. Even if
he screwed it up royally, he had to take his shot. Calvin cupped the back of Emory’s neck and kissed him.

Shock jolted through Calvin, an electric current that left heat in its wake. Emory’s soft lips opened and his
tongue flicked across Calvin’s upper lip. His mouth opened and Emory dove in, his silky tongue gliding over
Calvin’s with invitation and promise. Calvin’s body tightened as blood rushed through his veins to deafen
him. His cock filled, rock hard in just a few throbbing beats. He pushed Emory back against the side of car.
Emory’s thighs strained against his as he arched his pelvis against his, the ridge of his dick riding along
Calvin’s hard-on. Stars danced behind Calvin’s closed eyes.

This is what had been missing when he kissed other guys. They weren’t Emory. How could he have known
the man’s taste and smell when they’d never been this close before? But he’d known all the others
weren’t “right.” And Emory was.

Calvin pulled away and sucked in a desperate breath before he did something silly like pass out from lack of
oxygen. Emory blinked at him, his blue eyes gone black and wild.

“Why didn’t you do that ten years ago?”

Calvin opened his mouth to speak and finally managed to shake his head and shrug. He swallowed and tried
again but the words wouldn’t come, so he did the only thing he could think to do. He cupped Emory’s cheeks
with his palms and kissed him again. Calvin had no doubt where they were headed when Emory moaned
softly into his mouth and gripped his hips to pull him closer. He ended the kiss and rested his forehead to
Emory’s.

“We, um, should get moving.”

Emory’s hands slid up his sides in a slow caress. “To where? The station or my place?”

Calvin took a moment to breathe. “I don’t want to be in an unseemly hurry, but your place…”
About this book ...

Doors of Time is a stand alone
story and not part of any series
at this time.
Review Snippet

5 Stars! You cannot help but fall in love with these two men who want nothing but the best
for each other.  Neither one is afraid to do whatever is needed to ensure a happy ending.  
Looking for a great story with a happy ending, a great plot and two wonderful heroes?  
Look no more, you have found it with Doors of Time by K.C. Kendricks.  You will not be
disappointed.  It is good to the last word. -
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"You will not be disappointed.  
[Doors of Time] is good
to the last word."
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Sensual Reads, 5 Stars!
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