Hard Sell

By Kendall Morgan

What if the porn star you always adored was secretly living right under your nose?

Wes Mitchell, 49, is the best real estate agent in Urlack, a small Midwestern town. He has political ambitions, but he has secrets he thinks will destroy his life and his business. To protect all he has, he keeps his personal life private and his heart locked away.

When Jesse Ekstrom, 32, meets Wes he slowly realizes why the handsome older man looks so familiar. Wes Mitchell is Wes Western, the hunky star of the porn videos that helped Jesse come out and deal with a rocky adolescence. Meeting Wes is like meeting his hero.

Although Wes finds Jesse very attractive, he is leery of the younger man, unsure of what he wants from him. All Jesse wants is for Wes to open his heart. Jesse’s initial attempts to date Wes go well but mean becoming another one of his secrets. That is not good enough for Jesse. Wes has to decide whether he is willing to risk a life that is good enough for a love that is beyond his wildest dreams.

This gay contemporary erotic romance love story includes graphic sex and is intended for adults only.

Excerpt:
When Wes had introduced himself to Jesse, he had called himself Wes Mitchell, and that was technically correct. His birth certificate said Wesley Charles Mitchell, and he had spent most of his life being called “Wes.” Years ago he had used another name, and he didn’t want anyone to know what that was. If anyone knew, he was pretty sure that his list of regular real estate clients would find someone else with whom to work. Gary and Jeff already knew. His other friends would probably be supportive, but he had the feeling that his mother would be heartbroken. And who knew what other crap the denizens of Urlack could come up with.
Wes hadn’t just left Los Angeles. He had left West Hollywood and the porn industry. He had been a porn star, not one of the biggest, but he was pretty high up there. He came home to Urlack fifteen years ago for two reasons. The first reason was that he was burned out on drugs and sex. Hell, when he left his porn career behind, he couldn’t even get his dick hard anymore. He needed to stop fucking, snorting, licking, injecting and inhaling. Making porn sounded like fun to most people. It was at times, but making porn turned sex into work and really sucked all the fun out of it, no pun intended. And a lot of porn stars died of unnatural causes. He didn’t want to be a headline with a needle in his arm or a gun in his hand or anyone else’s. He didn’t want to die of AIDS. He also came home to take care of his mother. She had just had a stroke, and she needed him. Wes believed that they had saved each other’s lives.
His mother had recovered to the point where she could live alone for the most part but needed some help with heavy lifting and building maintenance. They lived together in a two-flat. Wes had the upper apartment, and his mother had the lower level. Just after her stroke, she needed him to do everything. Wes had initially grumbled, but caring for his mother had allowed him to get to know her and relate to her as an adult. He grew to like her for who she was. She wasn’t at all surprised when he came out to her a year after his return. He couldn’t live with her and keep the fact that he was gay from her. He didn’t tell her about his porn career. He thought she’d find it shocking and be disappointed in him, although he wondered from time to time if he underestimated her.
When he had come out to her, she had said to him, “You know, I lived through the ’60s, just in case you have more to tell.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tulabella Ruby Press
• Release date: Mar 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311113580

Kendall Morgan

Kendall Morgan started writing gay male erotic romance stories in the early ’90s, but only gay male porn magazines would publish them. She’s so glad things have gotten more respectable and the readership more broad. She is a lesbian in an interracial same-sex marriage and loves writing interracial romance stories. She loves flipping stereotypes and challenging herself to write characters that are ever further from who she is. She hopes you enjoy her stories. She certainly loved writing them.

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Hard Sell

by

Kendall Morgan

Published by Tulabella Ruby Press

Copyright 2015 Kendall Morgan

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Other titles by Kendall Morgan:

Rough Cut (Bearland Tales 1)

Twinks in Bearland (Bearland Tales 2)

Spooky Ginger Love (Bearland Tales 3)

Keeping Score (Pacific Palms Resort Story 1)

A Second Look (Pacific Palms Resort Story 2)

Coming Back To You (Pacific Palms Resort Story 3)

Be With Me (Pacific Palms Resort Story 4)

The Last AIDS Patient

Overnight to Boston and Prom Night

Cover design: 3 Rusted Spoons

Editor: Cassandra Pierce

Hard Sell

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

About Kendall Morgan

Other Titles by Kendall Morgan

Hard Sell

Chapter One

The road curved slightly to the left before it straightened out again, revealing a sign that read Stratford Acres. Every time Wes Mitchell saw that sign, he smiled. This time was no different, and he turned his Hyundai Azera onto the gravel drive and followed it until the farmhouse, barn and outbuildings loomed into view. He parked next to a handful of other cars on a grassy area near the house. As he got out of his car, he could see coils of smoke emerging from the grills out back. He heard whoops of laughter and shouting. The Midsummer Sangria and Sausages Cookout was in full swing.

Wes’ friends, Gary and Jeff, owned the farm and often held parties there. The cookout was a much-anticipated annual event. Wes, Gary and Jeff were Midwestern boys who had gone west—Gary and Jeff to San Francisco, Wes to Los Angeles—to live openly as gay men, but they had come home around the same time about fifteen years ago. They wanted to be with family and live a quieter life, while still being themselves as much as they could. Gary and Jeff, a longstanding couple, bought a farm from one of Jeff’s relatives on the outskirts of Urlack and had been raising Berkshire pigs for the last several years. Urlack, a small Midwestern city, may have lacked some of the amenities of San Francisco or Los Angeles, but it had enough for them.

Wes walked around to the back and saw several guys who were regulars at Gary and Jeff’s parties. Jeff waved to him.

Hey, Wes! You got the sauce? Jeff said.

Wes took a jar out of his backpack and held it aloft. Right here!

Wes was rightly proud of being one of the top real estate agents in the area, but it was his barbecue sauce that made his friends and family smile. Selling real estate paid the bills but making barbecue sauces had recently become a passion that fed his creative side. He always brought a few jars with him to Gary and Jeff’s cookouts. Today, he brought one containing a white barbecue sauce. That’s what Jeff wanted to use to finish the chicken legs and homemade chicken sausages he was grilling. He also brought with him jars of sweet onion sauce, mustard sauce and a habanero-ghost chili pepper sauce. One of Wes’ friends described the latter as a fiery fiesta for your taste buds.

After dropping off the sauce with Jeff, Wes headed to the buffet table set up on the patio. He loaded up his plate with a pulled pork sandwich, cole slaw and baked beans. He grabbed a beer from the cooler and scanned the crowd gathered in the backyard. Lately, maybe within the past year, whenever he came to one of Gary and Jeff’s parties, he had started to wonder—no, he was hoping he’d meet a really great guy. He’d been single, mostly by choice, for too long. The dating pool for gay men in Urlack was small, although there had been a few contenders. None of them had worked out. Maybe this time, he thought. He sat down at a picnic table next to a guy named Ben and caught a strong whiff of mosquito repellant that Ben had applied liberally. Ben was a new addition to their little clique that included Wes along with Gary and Jeff as well as a handful of other gay guys from in and around Urlack.

Wes coughed dramatically. "Pretty heavy-handed there with the cologne,