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Dreams to Sell
Keith Mitchell needs a new challenge in his life. When an old friend
pitches him a business proposition he agrees to pull up stakes and
move to Marionville. Keith decides his new house will be in the style
he’s always dreamed of having even if he will live in it alone.   

Realtor Terry Stattler has one goal in mind for his clients: find and
sell them the house of their dreams. Recently widowed, Terry’s not
in the market for companionship, or so he believes. His latest client
is handsome, interesting and his age, but is he really ready to love

Keith becomes an eager suitor, waging a persistent siege until Terry
gives in to temptation. When Terry finds the right house for him,
Keith redoubles his efforts to win Terry’s heart. After all, what good
is the perfect house if the man of your dreams won’t share it with
When a man has dreams to sell all he needs is the right buyer.

“Listen, Keith. We need to get something out in the open here. You’re a client. We’re conducting business.”

But he hadn’t said he wasn’t interested.

“I won’t always be a client. I’m going to buy a house here, sooner rather than later. Then what are you going
to do when I ask you out for a romantic dinner?”

“Don’t push me, Keith.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dylan and Cass stand. I took a gulp of my lukewarm coffee. “I guess
we’re going.”

Quick as lightning, he reached out and grabbed my wrist. “Don’t go. I’ll give you a ride home. Finish your

Goosebumps skittered across my buttocks and down the back of my thighs at his touch. I wanted to take him
up on his offer, but what did he really want? I covered his hand with mine and was inordinately pleased he
didn’t pull away.

“Thanks, Terry, but I think tonight I should go with them. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He slid his hand out from between my wrist and palm. “So you’re going to make me say ‘please’?”


Terry held up a key ring. “Found ‘em.”

Something else found me and it was the sudden realization we were alone in his house and his bed was not
far away. I saw in his glittering gaze he’d had the same thought. I swallowed, hard, as Terry licked his lips
and moved to stand in front of me. He rested his hands on my shoulders. Cock swelling, almost breathless, I
ran my thumb across his lips.

“Terry, this could get out of hand in big hurry.”

“I know.”

The world spun around me at those two, simple words. I had to hold on and not push him too far, but I
needed to have him in my arms. His grip tightened.


I slid my arms around his waist and pulled him to me. He nodded and I lowered my mouth to his. Little flames
sparked behind my closed eyes as the feel of his soft lips seared my brain.

The memory of our chaste kiss last night fled as his mouth moved under mine, testing me. I clamped down
on the urge to back him to the desk and bend him over it. His tongue licked over mine and I threw caution
out the window.

He was like a living flame against me. I feasted on his mouth and neck, oblivious to all but the taste of his
skin. I relished the sensation of my stiff dick straining against the confining denim of my jeans. I held
Terry tighter as he leaned into me. Our feet tangled with the edge of the rug as I stepped backward and we
stumbled. The floor rushed to meet us, effectively ending one hell of a kiss. The air left my lungs as I landed
hard on top of him. He rolled me beneath him, his rigid shaft pressed to my inner thigh. When I reached for
him, Terry scooted away and smacked my hip.

“Whew. The next time we trip, you’re going down first.”

Panting, I turned my head and stared at him. “You sound a little breathless.”

“Keith, do you want to take this upstairs?”

I opened my mouth to speak and a raspy croak came out. I coughed to clear my throat, aware he was flat on
his back laughing at me with his hand down the front of his pants. He smirked when he saw me staring.

“I needed an adjustment.”
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.
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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) Kory & Griffith

Twice Removed From
(#12) Chandler & August