Love Is in the Script

By David O. Sullivan

London is closing in on thirty and love-starved. He’s a county bus driver and rides his bike to work. One day while riding past a home, he sees a woman fall and goes to help. Her name is Angela, and London is surprised to learn she’s his favorite author of gay erotic stories. She’s welcoming and loving, so unlike his distant parents, and the two become friends.

Joel is Angela’s son and the first openly gay officer in the San Jose Police Department. He visits his mom when she has London over for dinner as a way of saying thanks for saving her. At first Joel distrusts London, but attraction simmers between them.

Both men tend to rush into relationships and bed new lovers, which usually screws things up. So it’s no surprise that, on the first date, they end up in bed together. But London mistakes Joel’s constant clock checking for boredom and leaves, upset. Angela smooths things over, but a chance email sends London running again. Will they be able to overcome his insecurities and make a life together?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Mar 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9781634868679

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Love Is in the Script

By David O. Sullivan

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2019 David O. Sullivan

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Love Is in the Script

By David O. Sullivan

London biked through the older neighborhood on his way home from work. It could be the set for a movie in a quaint town with mowed lawns and established landscaping, sporting community pride. Bicycling was better than hiding in his lonely apartment, and besides, he enjoyed being out in the summer sun. He loved that he saved gas and didn’t contribute to the Earth’s pollution by driving his car.

His birthday was a week ago. Thirty, gay, and unattached. The stereotype dogged him. And not a card or call from his parents. He replayed snippets of failed relationships, edging him toward sadness. At least he felt like the wounds healed and only the scars remained.

A rumbling growl startled him back to the present. In the middle of the street stood a huge furry creature, eyes set on London, making London’s heart pound. The long full tail, pointed ears, and now barking convinced him it was a dog. London figured he couldn’t outrun it, so he dismounted, keeping his bike between the dog and him as it lurched, backing him up.

He yelled in his baritone voice, Hello, who owns this dog? It circled and lunged, forcing London to the sidewalk in front of a house. Come on, let me go. You’re scaring the shit out of me.

Silently, the dog stared at London, blocking any attempt to escape, but he took tiny steps closer. London backed.

He had no idea how to deal with a dog that could pass for a bear with reddish-black hair that blew majestically in the breeze. London weighed 150 pounds. The creature was bigger.

London’s guts churned in fear, and his heart pounded. He heard a whistle, like a cop’s, over the pounding of blood in his head. The dog looked off, and like a sheep dog, he herded London up the walk of the house.

Then a loud and sharp whistle blast.

A weak voice called, Kuma, come.

London called. Hello, is this your dog?

Thank God. Help me.

The dog ran to a fallen