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The Right Brew

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Hollis Milnor didn’t think twice about moving to Marionville.
His ailing cousin needs his help running his nightclub,
Frolic, and Hollis needs to put some space between
himself and an ex-boyfriend determined to make his life
miserable. Management skills he has. Experience running
a nightclub, not so much, but he’s a quick learner.  

Caleb Brewer is a steady, hard-working man establishing a
microbrewery. He’s got a great product and demand for it is
growing. When a new manager takes over the hottest
nightclub in Marionville, Caleb is determined to maintain
the arrangements he made with the owner.

What starts out as business quickly heats up the summer
nights. Hollis hesitates, reluctant to step over the legal
line. Caleb isn’t just a vendor. He works part-time at the
nightclub. Becoming involved puts them both in murky
waters, waters that become crystal clear when the past
catches up with Hollis and puts everyone he loves in
danger.      
EXCERPT

I sat across from him and he handed me a cold brown bottle. I read the label aloud. “The Right Brew. Summer
Brew.” I looked at him and grinned. “Now I get it. What else would you call it, Mr. Brewer?”

He laughed. “I know. It’s pathetic, isn’t it? Last name Brewer. Brewing beer and putting ‘brew’ on the labels.
Really sad.”

I popped the lid and held the bottle out to him. He tapped his to mine and we lifted them to our lips in unison.

The fragrance hit my nose a split second before the clean, crisp liquid caressed my tongue. The sweet taste
of wheat, yeast and honey, registered in my mind. I swallowed and waited for the lingering traces to change
flavor. It was light and crisp with no bitterness and a neutral aftertaste.

“Good God, that’s smooth, Caleb. How much of this do you have?”

“Not nearly enough. This is the final recipe for this blend. It took me a year of playing with it to get it to this. I
can only make batches of twenty-five hundred liters at a time.”

“You’re not about to get rich anytime soon.”

“Profit margin would be better if I had product on tap somewhere. Bottles cost a bit.”

I didn’t like where this conversation might be headed. “So that’s another reason you asked me out to dinner
last night? To soften me up to the idea of having it on draft here?”

He jerked. His reaction was too quick, too unschooled, to be anything except genuine.

“No, Hollis. That is not why I wanted to take you to dinner. And it’s not why I asked you to come out here away
from the noise and confusion inside to have a drink with me.”

I took a deep breath and stared at my feet. “I keep inserting my foot in my mouth when I talk to you. I’m not
sure why I can’t stop doing it.”

“Yeah, it’s a mystery, for sure.”

I looked up at him and saw a guarded amusement in his eyes. He wanted to laugh at me but didn’t want to
offend me. I saluted him with my bottle and took another drink. He stood and turned to sit beside me,
shoulder-to-shoulder.

He leaned on me, and then straightened. “Although, now that you mention it, what do you think about putting
a quarter keg in upstairs for a test run?”

“I’ll have to check to make sure we don’t have anything in the agreements with other distributors that would
prevent it. I think you’re right that this is a brew that would appeal to the Tea Room crowd rather than the
power drinkers downstairs.”

He bumped against me again. “I, um, had to rearrange some plans to accommodate a change in Dylan
Donoghy’s schedule. He’s coming in this evening for his private tasting. Bear’s going to reserve the back
booth. Can you join us?”

I was mildly surprised Donoghy was coming in on a Saturday night. I was given to understand he and his
posse were regulars at the Sunday afternoon card club.

“I’d love to. I’ve not yet been formally introduced to him.”

“Okay. He’s going to be in about eight-thirty. You have plans for dinner?”

I leaned into him. “No, but I don’t want to leave the premises two nights in a row. Plus, this is my first
Saturday night and all that.”

“I sorta figured. I, um, hoped we could grab a bite upstairs later.”

I thought about that for a moment. It always came back to the fact I had a job to do. Would it cause dissention
among the staff if I seemed overly friendly with him?

Or were the rules different here? I was a gay man managing a nightclub with a predominantly gay clientele
and staff. Would anyone really find it inexcusable if I made a friend? And what if that friendship deepened? It
was possible that instead of being annoyed with the boss, they’d be amused. I was willing to take a small risk
and grab a sandwich with one of their own.

“Okay. I’d like that. Text me around seven o’clock and I’ll come upstairs and meet you.”

He downed a swallow of beer. “You just surprised me. I thought I’d have to talk you into it.” He smiled at me.
“Even though you did already point out to me you’ve got to eat.”

I wished I looked the part of a sexy stud when I smiled, but I was just an average guy. I bumped against his
shoulder. “I’ll even buy today. I have an allowance for food and drink.”

“Aye. Right. As if James would utter a peep if you went over that.”

“He wouldn’t, so I plan to behave.”

Caleb slipped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. “I think that’s a piss-poor plan.”

My lips parted in surprise a split second before his mouth touched mine. I closed my eyes.
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,
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The Marionville Series
(series overview)

A Hard Habit to Break
(#1) Heath & Travis

Open Roads                
(#2)Tyler & Noel

What You Don't Confess
(#3) Dylan & Cassidy

Your Whisper in the Dark
(#4) Kenzie & Mason

A Cat Named Hercules
(#5) Shiloh & Gale

Leather Jackets
(#6) Jude & Wynn

Station to Station
(#7) Scott & Dakota

Dreams to Sell
(#8) Keith & Terry

The Right Brew
(#9) Hollis & Caleb

Where There's Smoke
(#10) Leon & Jeremy

Bourbon & Blues
(#11) Griffith & Kory
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