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Tristan Paulson needs the words to return. He loves his career penning novels of small-town love, but his muse has gone missing. If he can’t write, he can go back to his roots and sort through the items his newly deceased uncle left behind. Once in Sullavan, Ohio, he realizes just how much he loved the place. Then he sees the handsome librarian—Michael is just the kind of guy he’s always wanted. How can he go back to the big city when Sullavan calls to him?
Michael Kane wants nothing more than to be surrounded by his books and the written word. He knows heartbreak and isn’t in the mood to put himself out into the dating pool again…until he sees Tristan. He wants to be with Tristan, but he’s too shy. A handsome man like Tristan wouldn’t be interested in a quiet man like Michael…would he?
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Tristan remained beside Michael as they walked to the diner. He could get used to being with Michael. He’d only been in town for twenty-four hours and he couldn’t fathom not having Michael in his life. As friends? Absolutely. As lovers? If he had his way, then yes. He admired the different buildings along the route.
Many of the storefronts bore art deco influence. He stopped in front of an abandoned former appliance store. “What happened here?”
“It went under. People wanted cheaper prices.” Michael shrugged. “I think it would make a great store for something else.” He cupped his hands against the glass and peered through the window. “It’s got a second floor and a lot of the neon still works.”
“Yeah?” He shielded his eyes and peeked through the glass. Sure enough, he noticed the second floor and the raised areas of the first floor. “Has anyone tried to resurrect it?”
“No.” Michael strode away from the building.
Sadness settled deep in Tristan’s bones. Where he lived in New York, shops sprang up and collapsed yearly. A few went the distance, but most didn’t. He missed the fun of record shopping for vinyl and second-hand books at another store. He saw so much potential in Sullavan, but he also understood the reality of keeping a business alive. He paused.
The characters spoke to him. One of them wanted to keep a struggling business going. One that was started by the father of the lawyer, but was now that he was ready for retirement. Tristan nodded. He’d have to jot that notation down once they got to the diner.
“Are you okay?” Michael stopped. “Tristan?”
Hearing his name on Michael’s lips shouldn’t have turned him on, but it did. His nerve endings sizzled and his heartbeat sped up. He longed to touch Michael again. The stolen moments back at the park weren’t enough. He’d gotten an erection just from sitting beside him.
“Well?” Michael frowned. “What’s up?”
“I had a piece of the story fall into place and am trying to remember it.” He hurried up to Michael and fell back into step with him. “I’ll write it down when we get a table.”
About the Author:
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
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