Front Loader

By R.W. Clinger

Nolan Hawkins, a blond, pretty-boy accountant, hires on at Ashland Construction and soon crushes on his blue-collar boss, Joey Ashland. Joey specializes in buying and operating front loaders for the company, and to Nolan’s surprise, takes an interest in the accountant. Soon a secret romance begins to unravel between them.

Joey whisks the accountant to his cabin in upstate New York, where the two share a romantic weekend together filled with heated lust. But when the couple returns to Ashland Construction on Monday morning, all hell breaks loose.

Joey’s brother Brian is not an easy man to work for, and to top things off, he’s also a homophobic bully. When Brian learns of the relationship between Joey and Nolan, he gives the accountant an ultimatum: quit his job or quit Joey.

A battle between the siblings ensues, but Nolan wages his own emotional battle. Should he keep his job and forget about his feelings for the front loader? Or should he end his accounting position and begin a new life with Joey away from Ashland Construction?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Aug 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781611524932

R.W. Clinger

R.W. Clinger is a resident of Pittsburgh. He has a degree in English from Point Park University of Pittsburgh. His writing entails gay human studies, and includes the novels Just a Boy, Skin Tour, Skin Artist, Soft on the Eyes, Pool Boy, and The Last Pile of Leaves. He has published many stories with Starbooks Press as well as The Weekender, a novella with Dreamspinner Press. His gay mystery, Cutie Pie Must Die, is published with Bold Stroke Books. For three years he has held the position of managing editor for the literary magazine, The Writer’s Post Journal. For more information, please visit rwclinger.com.

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Front Loader

By R.W. Clinger

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Copyright 2013 R.W. Clinger

ISBN 9781611524932

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Front Loader

By R.W. Clinger

Chapter 1: Ashland Construction

August 21. The office at Ashland Construction is comfortable-looking: mahogany desk, two leather chairs for clients, shelf of accounting books, single window overlooking the Comataw River and part of downtown Comataw, New York, and a sliver of Lake Erie. The walls are bare; I have to find some paintings for them. An oriental area rug on the cherry floor. A water cooler in one corner. On my new desk sits a laptop and phone, and on the credenza behind me is my printer/copier. I open a folder on my laptop me and see numerous Ashland Construction files. I’m eager to begin my work, but can’t resist the urge to raise my head and check the bronze nameplate on my door: NOLAN HAWKINS, C.P.A.

My assistant, Sissy Special, pops her head into my new office. She says, Can I get you a coffee, Mr. Hawkins?

Come in here, I tell her, straight-laced and professional. I have a few things to share with you.

She steps in. The woman looks like Gwyneth Paltrow from head to toe: stunning, eye-catching, a complete head-turner. She carries a pen and pad in her right hand, stands across from my desk, and says, Yes, Mr. Hawkins?

One: You can call me Nolan.

Yes, Nolan.

Two: I take my coffee black.

Yes, Nolan.

Three: that Anne Klein dress is marvelous.

Thank you, Nolan. She takes in my five-eleven and muscular frame, 210 pounds, piercing blue eyes, curly blond hair, clean-shaven cheeks, and pretty-boy face. I imagine she’s unsure of my age—twenty-nine—as people usually are.

I think you and I’ll have a great working relationship, Sissy. I like you already.

I don’t mix business and pleasure, she says.

You will, I reply, and send her on her way.

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Brian Ashland, the oldest of the three Ashland siblings, pops into my office a little after ten in the morning. He tries to smile, but can’t really muster one up. The bald, heavy-set straight man with hazel eyes asks, Did you get my message?

What message? I really have no idea what the six-four ogre is talking about. My In basket is flooded with tasks, bills to pay, balances to create, taxes to review, and other accounting chores, but no message from him. He’s stern, a master at pissing employees off, the backbone of the company, a tyrant with a pretty foul temper. He says, Joanne Hintley is suing us. I need you to review the numbers in her file and see how much she owes us for the work we completed at her estate.

The swimming pool dig? I confirm, having already reviewed the file.

Exactly.

Twenty-two thousand dollars and seventy-six cents, Mr. Ashland.

"Send it to me in an e-mail. I need to forward it to our lawyers. The case is going to court tomorrow. I must have all my ducks in a row."

Yes, sir, I reply, happy with my new position at his construction company, able to please the beast, and set about enjoying my first day of work.

It’s a busy day in the office and now