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INTRO: (from Tyler's point of view)
“Nice car. How far back did the trouble start?”
He leaned inside and pulled the release lever. Little lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes as
he smiled. “About forty-one years.”
I grinned at him, already liking his sense of humor as I lifted the hood. A wave of steam
engulfed us. I hastily closed my eyes and stepped back to keep the antifreeze-laden vapor from
leaving a film on my contact lenses. “Come inside. We’ll let that cool down so I can take a look
at her.”
“You’re going to tell me it’s the radiator, aren’t you?” His clear tenor held just a trace of the
west as he followed me into what passed as a reception area and office combined. I opened the
soft drink case.
“What would you like, on the house? And don’t panic yet.” Based on the way the steam smelled,
I suspected his radiator would be fine, but what was inside it was not.
“Too late. I panicked about five miles ago when the temperature gauge shot up. You can’t
imagine how relieved I was to see your sign. I’ll take coffee, if you have it.”
I popped the cap and handed him a cola. “Sorry. It’s a little late in the day for any to be left in
the pot.” I grinned at him. “And I hear that a lot about my strategically placed sign out there on
the Interstate.”
His grey gaze held my hazel one captive as I held out my hand to him. “Tyler Phillips, owner-
operator.”
Strong fingers closed around mine, holding my hand a moment too long for politeness. “Noel
Springs, stranded motorist.”
EXCERPT:
Our bodies brushed, hip against hip, as I leaned past him. I heard the sharp intake of breath as
he jumped, and felt his heat when he seized the moment and pressed the long length of his
muscled thigh to mine. My mouth went dry, but I didn’t need to speak.
Hidden from public view by our bodies and the car, Noel’s hand stroked across my ribs and
came to a stop as his strong fingers gripped my waist. I had my hands full, carefully securing
the pie for the ride home. His pelvis bumped my ass, a quick thrust that almost knocked my
head against the doorframe. My cock hardened in a rush, straining within its denim prison.
“That’s what you get for bending over in front of me, you little tease.”
I wiggled my butt, and he smacked it, hard. I straightened and turned around, grinning at him.
I looked down. He looked down. Noel returned my grin. His grey eyes gleamed in the sunlight as
his pink tongue licked his full, rosy lips.
“Seven-and-a-half, cut.”
Noel narrowed his eyes. “Top or bottom?”
I grasped his hips, not caring if the whole town buzzed it up on the gossip chain by sundown.
“You’re too eager.”
He glanced down at my bulging zipper a second time. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black.”
“You know, Noel, I don’t want to get all stupid with you. I don’t want you to think I’m taking
advantage of your misfortune on the highway.”
“I know, Tyler. And I don’t want you to think I ever planned to abuse your hospitality. This is just
one night. Maybe a little friendly companionship, provided…”
I nodded. “I’m HIV negative, but I insist we keep it safe.”
“I’m negative, too, and yes, it’s condoms or nothing because I’ve had one scare and I don’t
want another one.”
He moved to kiss me, and I jerked away. He looked surprised.
“Sorry, Noel.” Kissing on Main Street might be a bit too much for the neighbors whose good will
supported my standard of living. “I keep my private life low profile.”
“Of course. I’m out, and I guess I thought you were, too.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m in sort of a limbo. I don’t care if people know, but this is a small town. I don’t
flaunt it in public, but in truth, around here, neither do straight lovers.”
“Got it. When in Rome.” He backed away, his expression unreadable as he climbed into the car.
Maybe I’d tripped some trigger of his, or not, but I’d figure it out when we got to my place.
Insides quivering with anticipation, I headed out of town. Noel remained silent for the
remainder of the drive to my home, at least until I turned onto the long gravel lane that led to
the two-story frame farmhouse. He shifted in his seat and fixed that clear grey gaze on me in an
incredulous stare.
“Excuse me for asking, but what the hell is a good looking stud like you doing out here in bum-
fuck middle America, working as a grease monkey, and living on a farm, for God’s sake!”
The answer that filled my being came out of the still darkness of countless solitary nights.
Waiting for you.
“Nice car. How far back did the trouble start?”
He leaned inside and pulled the release lever. Little lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes as
he smiled. “About forty-one years.”
I grinned at him, already liking his sense of humor as I lifted the hood. A wave of steam
engulfed us. I hastily closed my eyes and stepped back to keep the antifreeze-laden vapor from
leaving a film on my contact lenses. “Come inside. We’ll let that cool down so I can take a look
at her.”
“You’re going to tell me it’s the radiator, aren’t you?” His clear tenor held just a trace of the
west as he followed me into what passed as a reception area and office combined. I opened the
soft drink case.
“What would you like, on the house? And don’t panic yet.” Based on the way the steam smelled,
I suspected his radiator would be fine, but what was inside it was not.
“Too late. I panicked about five miles ago when the temperature gauge shot up. You can’t
imagine how relieved I was to see your sign. I’ll take coffee, if you have it.”
I popped the cap and handed him a cola. “Sorry. It’s a little late in the day for any to be left in
the pot.” I grinned at him. “And I hear that a lot about my strategically placed sign out there on
the Interstate.”
His grey gaze held my hazel one captive as I held out my hand to him. “Tyler Phillips, owner-
operator.”
Strong fingers closed around mine, holding my hand a moment too long for politeness. “Noel
Springs, stranded motorist.”
EXCERPT:
Our bodies brushed, hip against hip, as I leaned past him. I heard the sharp intake of breath as
he jumped, and felt his heat when he seized the moment and pressed the long length of his
muscled thigh to mine. My mouth went dry, but I didn’t need to speak.
Hidden from public view by our bodies and the car, Noel’s hand stroked across my ribs and
came to a stop as his strong fingers gripped my waist. I had my hands full, carefully securing
the pie for the ride home. His pelvis bumped my ass, a quick thrust that almost knocked my
head against the doorframe. My cock hardened in a rush, straining within its denim prison.
“That’s what you get for bending over in front of me, you little tease.”
I wiggled my butt, and he smacked it, hard. I straightened and turned around, grinning at him.
I looked down. He looked down. Noel returned my grin. His grey eyes gleamed in the sunlight as
his pink tongue licked his full, rosy lips.
“Seven-and-a-half, cut.”
Noel narrowed his eyes. “Top or bottom?”
I grasped his hips, not caring if the whole town buzzed it up on the gossip chain by sundown.
“You’re too eager.”
He glanced down at my bulging zipper a second time. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black.”
“You know, Noel, I don’t want to get all stupid with you. I don’t want you to think I’m taking
advantage of your misfortune on the highway.”
“I know, Tyler. And I don’t want you to think I ever planned to abuse your hospitality. This is just
one night. Maybe a little friendly companionship, provided…”
I nodded. “I’m HIV negative, but I insist we keep it safe.”
“I’m negative, too, and yes, it’s condoms or nothing because I’ve had one scare and I don’t
want another one.”
He moved to kiss me, and I jerked away. He looked surprised.
“Sorry, Noel.” Kissing on Main Street might be a bit too much for the neighbors whose good will
supported my standard of living. “I keep my private life low profile.”
“Of course. I’m out, and I guess I thought you were, too.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m in sort of a limbo. I don’t care if people know, but this is a small town. I don’t
flaunt it in public, but in truth, around here, neither do straight lovers.”
“Got it. When in Rome.” He backed away, his expression unreadable as he climbed into the car.
Maybe I’d tripped some trigger of his, or not, but I’d figure it out when we got to my place.
Insides quivering with anticipation, I headed out of town. Noel remained silent for the
remainder of the drive to my home, at least until I turned onto the long gravel lane that led to
the two-story frame farmhouse. He shifted in his seat and fixed that clear grey gaze on me in an
incredulous stare.
“Excuse me for asking, but what the hell is a good looking stud like you doing out here in bum-
fuck middle America, working as a grease monkey, and living on a farm, for God’s sake!”
The answer that filled my being came out of the still darkness of countless solitary nights.
Waiting for you.
| #5 Best Seller August 2010 |
Tyler Phillips enjoys his small-town life. He’ll never get rich
working the family business, but he knows there’s more to a
man than the size of his bank account. Easing into mid-life,
Tyler’s restless for something he can’t find in the little
borough of Easton—male companionship.
Noel Springs got caught up in the economic downturn. With
his job gone, and retirement many years in the future, Noel
decides to take a long drive and see some of the country
before dedicating himself to finding new employment. The
open road is just what he needs.
When Noel's car overheats outside the little town of Easton,
he discovers the local mechanic is far hotter than his
radiator, and just as eager to blow off some steam...
working the family business, but he knows there’s more to a
man than the size of his bank account. Easing into mid-life,
Tyler’s restless for something he can’t find in the little
borough of Easton—male companionship.
Noel Springs got caught up in the economic downturn. With
his job gone, and retirement many years in the future, Noel
decides to take a long drive and see some of the country
before dedicating himself to finding new employment. The
open road is just what he needs.
When Noel's car overheats outside the little town of Easton,
he discovers the local mechanic is far hotter than his
radiator, and just as eager to blow off some steam...
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The Marionville Series
(series overview)
A Hard Habit to Break
(#1) Heath & Travis
Open Roads (#2)
Tyler & Noel
Small Town Boys
(paperback anthology
containing books 1 & 2)
What You Don't Confess
(#3) Dylan & Cassidy
Your Whisper in the Dark
(#4) Kenzie & Mason
Whispered Confessions
(paperback anthology
containing books 3 & 4)
A Cat Named Hercules
(#5) Shiloh & Gale
(series overview)
A Hard Habit to Break
(#1) Heath & Travis
Open Roads (#2)
Tyler & Noel
Small Town Boys
(paperback anthology
containing books 1 & 2)
What You Don't Confess
(#3) Dylan & Cassidy
Your Whisper in the Dark
(#4) Kenzie & Mason
Whispered Confessions
(paperback anthology
containing books 3 & 4)
A Cat Named Hercules
(#5) Shiloh & Gale
KC Kendricks
Erotic contemporary gay romance from best selling author
| ~Where to purchase Open Roads~ |
| Contemporary gay romance - the Men of Marionville series These stories can be read individually. They feature characters in the same community, all friends. They do not need to be read in the order in which they were written to enjoy them fully, but they are numbered for those who prefer to do so. For more about the Men of Marionville series, click here. |
| Marionville #1 |
| Marionville #2 |
| Marionville #3 |
| Marionville #4 |
| Marionville #5 |
Leather Jackets
Marionville #6
Marionville #6
