Open Roads: The Men of Marionville, #2
By KC Kendricks
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The sequel to A Hard Habit to Break
Tyler Phillips enjoys his small town life. He'll never get rich working the family business, but he knows there's more to a man than the size of his bank account. Easing into mid-life, Tyler's restless for something he can't find in the little borough of Easton – male companionship.
Noel Springs got caught up in the economic downturn. His job gone, and retirement a lot of years in the future, Noel decides to take a long drive and see some of the country before dedicating himself to finding new employment. The open road is just what he needs right now.
When his car overheats outside the little town of Easton, Noel discovers the local mechanic is hotter than his radiator, and just as eager to blow off some steam.
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"Nice car. How far back did the trouble start?"
He leaned inside and pulled the release lever. Little lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes as he smiled. "About forty-one years."
I grinned at him, already liking his sense of humor as I lifted the hood. A wave of steam engulfed us. I hastily closed my eyes and stepped back to keep the antifreeze-laden vapor from leaving a film on my contact lenses. "Come inside. We'll let that cool down so I can take a look at her."
"You're going to tell me it's the radiator, aren't you?" His clear tenor held just a trace of the west as he followed me into what passed as a reception area and office combined. I opened the soft drink case.
"What would you like, on the house? And don't panic yet." Based on the way the steam smelled, I suspected his radiator would be fine, but what was inside it was not.
"Too late. I panicked about five miles ago when the temperature gauge shot up. You can't imagine how relieved I was to see your sign. I'll take coffee, if you have it."
I popped the cap and handed him a cola. "Sorry. It's a little late in the day for any to be left in the pot." I grinned at him. "And I hear that a lot about my strategically placed sign out there on the Interstate."
His grey gaze held my hazel one captive as I held out my hand to him. "Tyler Phillips, owner-operator."
Strong fingers closed around mine, holding my hand a moment too long for politeness. "Noel Springs, stranded motorist."
KC Kendricks
KC Kendricks calls herself an accidental writer. After completing her first novel writing as Rayne Forrest, she was urged to submit it to a publisher, and everything snowballed from there. Today, the author has had over seventy books published. In July of 2021, she tried to retire but her employer offered her a deal to work at home. She accepted. Now she balances work, writing, and hearth and home in a controlled chaos. A native of scenic western Maryland, the author enjoys most activities that don’t include snow. In warm weather she might be found walking the dog, biking on the C&O Canal towpath, planting delicacies in her garden for the deer to munch on at night, playing in the creek, or lazing on the patio with her Kindle reader or laptop. She recently began to research her family history and can't drive past a cemetery without stopping to search for family sites. Her mission is to photograph old tombstones before the elements erode the stones and the names are lost to time. For more about KC Kendricks and Rayne Forrest’s writing life, please visit the Between the Keys blog at http:kckendricks.blogspot.com . If you’d like to know more about the author’s country lifestyle and her daily activities full of simple country pleasures (and a lot of work), please visit the Holly Tree Manor blog at http://hollytreemanor.blogspot.com . KC can be reached through her blog, Between the Keys. All comments are strictly moderated by the author and personal messages are treated as such. Follow the author on Twitter for up-to-date announcements at Twitter.com/KCKendricks.
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Open Roads - KC Kendricks
About Open Roads
Tyler Phillips enjoys his small town life. He’ll never get rich working the family business, but he knows there’s more to a man than the size of his bank account. Easing into mid-life, Tyler’s restless for something he can’t find in the little borough of Easton – male companionship.
Noel Springs got caught up in the economic downturn. His job gone, and retirement a lot of years in the future, Noel decides to take a long drive and see some of the country before dedicating himself to finding new employment. The open road is just what he needs right now.
When his car overheats outside the little town of Easton, Noel discovers the local mechanic is hotter than his radiator, and just as eager to blow off some steam.
What they said about Open Roads
...Smoothly written, emotionally intense novella centering on a chance meeting that could change the lives of two lonely men...I'm impressed by Open Roads, especially by how much it offers while keeping to the challenging novella length...Amusing, flirtatious banter between the two main characters, and the hotness of the sex scenes...
—Obsidian Bookshelf
...I like the interaction between the men—not just sexual, but [when] they talked they seem to click somehow and a [sic] easy sort of comfort develop between them...There was also a good pace to this book...Hits the spot.
—Erotic Horizon on Books N’ More
4.75 Stars!...The blurb makes Open Roads sound like a sexy romp, and it is. The sex scenes are hot, the attraction is intense, and both men are good at flirtatious banter. Underneath this, the story has real emotional power as it focuses on that rare moment in a person’s life when everything may change if he’s brave enough to make it happen...This is an accomplished and memorable story.
—Val Kovalin, Reviews By Jessewave
The Men of Marionville Series
A Hard Habit to Break
Open Roads
What You Don’t Confess
Your Whisper in the Dark
A Cat Named Hercules
Leather Jackets
Station to Station
Dreams to Sell
The Right Brew
Where There’s Smoke
Bourbon & Blues
Twice Removed From Yesterday
About Open Roads
What they said about Open Roads
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
EPILOGUE
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A bonus read from What You Don’t Confess
About the Author
Books by KC Kendricks
Dear Readers,
CHAPTER 1
Being my own boss has a few perks, one of which is the ability to give the occasional freebie. I tousled young Master Zac’s blond hair and handed him a frozen fudge bar. That would keep him out of my way while I patched his bicycle tire. He’d pushed his banana-yellow ride to the garage, but he’d zoom out on it, probably pulling a wheelie as he went. I smeared the epoxy over the rubber inner tube, applied the patch, held it in place and joined him out front on the bench.
I glanced up and down the quiet, maple-lined street. The lazy days of summer had arrived. Only the insects stirred...well, except for my young friend and me.
Think it’ll rain tonight, Zac?
Nope.
I kept adequate pressure on my repair job while I made a show of scanning the sky overhead. There’s a few clouds coming in.
Grandpa’s knee don’t hurt. No rain coming.
Somehow, I managed to keep a straight face while smiling inside.
That’d be right, then.
I stood, leaving my companion to finish his ice cream.
Zac was a great kid. I could say that because he didn’t talk much and he never overstayed his welcome. I’d never have kids of my own and enjoyed being in their presence whenever I could. The ability to send them home to their parents made that possible.
I worked the inner tube back inside the shell of his tire and pumped it up. Dipping it in the water trough didn’t reveal any air leaks, so I handed it back to him.
I’ll put that on your account, Zac.
Yes, sir. I’ll be over Friday to work off my debt.
I watched him remount the wheel, check his chain, and haul ass down the road toward home with both tires on the pavement. To pay off his various debts,
Zac came by once a week and swept the shop floor, refilled the soda machine, and used a little window cleaner here and there. Some weeks, he washed my car, too, if he’d indulged his root beer addiction heavily.
Quiet little Easton, official population three hundred forty-seven, didn’t have a lot of interesting things for an active ten-year-old to do. It didn’t have much to offer in the way of things to do for a thirty-five-year-old gay man either, but it was home. Thank heavens Easton was less than an hour away from Marionville, where there was quite a bit to entertain a gay guy when the urge was upon him.
Ah, that urge. It was a constant, nagging companion settled low in my groin. This Friday, after I closed up shop, I was on my way to Marionville and my favorite club. The fly in the ointment was that Friday was three days—and nights—away. I’d taken matters in hand this morning, but that’d had the effect of throwing lighter fluid on flaming charcoal. Maybe, just maybe, I’d find my favorite fuck buddy at his restaurant on Friday evening and be able to sleep over. Hope springs eternal, and I’d already posted a notice in the front window the garage would be closed on Saturday.
If any of my customers guessed the reason for my occasional disappearances, they were polite enough not to mention it. I never announced I was gay to anyone, nor did I ever deny it, but folks figured it out. No one gave me any grief over it, not even the local Presbyterians. Were I a more religious man, I might join them some Sunday morning, but church never felt right to me. I was sufficiently thankful for my health and a quiet life on my own.
Zac had safely reached his turn off the main street, but before I could go back inside and resume work, an ominous cloud appeared on the horizon. It grew larger, billowing and swirling as it approached. I watched as a white, mid-size Chevy took shape and form, rolling out of the mist to stop in front of my little garage. I gawked as the driver opened his door and stood.
Maybe I needed to reconsider religion, for surely some greater power had dropped this fellow at my door for my viewing pleasure.
He was a little taller than my five-eleven frame, on the slender side of ripped. His plain white T-shirt hugged his torso, tight enough to show off the ridges and valleys of a little four-pack. Snug, worn to perfection blue jeans encased long, lean thighs, and a generous softly rounded package, dressed to the left, at the base of his zipper. A pair of nondescript sneakers completed his relaxed, casual look. This fellow could stop a clock.
I suspected he worked out to stay in shape, but he wasn’t into bodybuilding. I didn’t pump iron either. I pumped all shapes and sizes of forged steel and vulcanized rubber. He looked me up and down with clear gray eyes that gazed at me from under his shaggy, windblown brown hair as I walked over to greet him. In the heat of a June morning, his aftershave was cool and crisp, reminiscent of a mountain stream.
Nice car. How far back did the trouble start?
He leaned inside and pulled the hood release lever. Little lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes as he smiled. About forty-one years.
I grinned at him, already liking his sense of humor as I lifted the hood. A wave of steam engulfed us. I hastily closed my eyes and stepped back to keep the antifreeze-laden vapor from leaving a film on my contact lenses. "Come inside. We’ll let that