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A Cat Named Hercules
contemporary gay romance, book five of the Men of Marionville series
New in town, Shiloh Rudy joins a group of civic-minded volunteers to
better acquaint himself with his recently adopted community. It’s a
good way to make friends, network, and help make a difference, not to
mention perhaps meet someone interesting  - in a romantic sort of
way. The one thing Shiloh didn’t expect was a love to rival all others to
come with four white paws.

Gale Widmyer is on his feet and moving forward after piecing his life
back together following a series of wrong choices. In his darkest
moments, the one bright spot in his existence was the fulfillment of his
dream to become a veterinarian. Gale’s making good on a promise to
himself when an abandoned kitten leads him to Shiloh Rudy and a
chance at the happiness he never hoped to have.

Laying the cornerstone for a developing relationship comes easy for
Shiloh and Gale. But the wounds of the past often remain unhealed at
their deepest point. A few careless words erects a wall of silence
between the two men, one Shiloh has to breach if he hopes to win
Gale back. It will take more than apologies to win Gale’s forgiveness
and put old fears to rest. It’ll take a cat named Hercules.

“In that case, your kitten has fleas, ear mites, and a touch of conjunctivitis. He’s also under nourished and
almost surely has worms.”

My heart pounded as I snatched the kitten from Galen’s hands and tucked him safely against my chest. “Is
he going to die?”

Galen pushed his sunglasses up to rest on top of his head and grinned at me. I fell into his gorgeous
hazel eyes as he stared into my sky blue orbs with open curiosity. Damn, the man had long eyelashes.

“He’ll be fine. Do you think we can finish our chores here this morning, or do we need to go straight to my
clinic so I can treat him and fix you up with what you need?” He poked the kitten’s paw and those tiny
wicked claws popped out again. “You’re in for a real treat with this little guy.”

I’d go anywhere he asked me to go, but I didn’t want to appear too eager. “Oh? Why is that?”

“They call cats with these black and white markings a ‘tuxedo’ because, obviously, they look like they’re
wearing one. This fellow has the added bonus of white ‘gloves’. Tuxedos tend to have a lot of
personality.” Galen squeezed my elbow. I thought his hand lingered a moment too long, but perhaps it was
just wishful thinking.

“C’mon. I’ll tell the other work crew they’ll have to finish pulling up these bricks and we’ll go to the clinic.”

“Thanks, man. I owe you.”

I knew I was in two kinds of trouble when he nodded and grinned.

“I’m afraid you will…”


Gale opened his front door and moved back so I could step inside. Complimenting his choice of attire
required breathing, and he’d knocked the air right out of me. Black slacks, a maroon and black long
sleeved knit shirt in a classic argyle pattern, and loafers had never affected me like this before. I managed
to speak the inane phrase.

“Wow. You look great.”

He smiled at me as he closed the door. “Thanks. So do you.”

Gale reached for me, then stopped. I hated to see his uncertainty. It was more proof he needed to do
some living before he got serious about anyone, including me. I smiled and closed the distance between
us, slipping my arms around his waist. Our lower bodies touched, then he leaned into me. His lips opened
as my mouth covered his and I tasted the cinnamon freshness of chewing gum recently disposed of. He
pulled away.

“What? You’re grinning.”

“I am. I just learned what gum you like.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re a little nuts, aren’t you?”

I was nuts about him but I couldn’t say the words out loud. “I’m no more crazy than the next guy.” I kissed
him again, enjoying the connection between us.

Gale deepened the kiss and my body responded with a delicious jolt of arousal that sent heat all the way
to my toes. My cock swelled, eager to convince to me to forget dinner and go hungry this evening. Gale
rested his forehead on my shoulder.

“I could get all stupid and say we should forget dinner and just go to bed.”

I ran my hands over his back, feeling the lines and planes of the lean body under the soft shirt.  Was he
hard, too? I cupped his ass to steady him and pressed my hips tightly to his.

“We’re at the same level of ‘stupid’, but we’ve got to eat.” I squeezed his butt. “Don’t we?”
His stomach rumbled, and we laughed. I loved being able to laugh with him. He kissed me with those
cinnamon-flavored lips again then released me.

“I am hungry, Shiloh. Let me get a jacket.”

“We have time for a quickie, you know.” Damn. I shouldn’t have said that. The sharp interest in his shining
gaze was total agreement. He grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the oak stairs.
“Nice place you have here.”

“Don’t try and change the subject. Remember, I’ve been deprived.  I have to make up for lost time.”
I barely noticed his bedroom. We’d both dressed for each other with such care and now clothing flew in all
directions. His hands brushed across my chest, cool with excitement, then he turned away. Gale yanked
the bedspread down and jerked open a drawer in the large bookcase headboard and tossed condoms and
lube onto the pale blue sheet. I grabbed his hips and bumped my pelvis to his ass.

“No time for that.” I planted my left knee on the bed, held on tight to him, and rolled us onto the mattress.
“Hand job. Then we get some food into us so we can come back and do it better.”

He grunted as he broke free of my grasp and crawled up to the pillows. “I guess we can leave our socks
on, huh?”

“Yep.” I knelt over him. Gale laughed and caressed the inside of my thighs. I shivered, but not with cold.
My sac tingled and drew tight to my body as he cupped it.

“Tell me you don’t plan to shoot all over me again.”

I grinned and flopped down beside him. “Not tonight, at least.”

“What do you plan to do to me?” He shifted to face me.

I rolled onto my side and fisted his hard dick.

“Just this right now.”
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.
"Once I started reading, I could
not put this one down! Loved it!"
- MMGood Book Reviews
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) Kory & Griffith

Twice Removed From
(#12) Chandler & August