The Short Courtship of Trevor Wainwright

By Shawn Lane

After an automobile accident renders Trevor Wainwright temporarily immobile with a broken leg, his sister comes to stay with him for the next few weeks of autumn.

On Halloween night, while Trevor is working in his office, he is surprised by a visit from his very recent ex-lover, Jonah Baker. Back in September, Jonah broke things off between them. Now he arrives with a pumpkin scone as a treat not a trick for Trevor and Trevor can’t help but wonder what Jonah really wants.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Oct 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781646569342

Shawn Lane

Shawn Lane is a multi-published author of gay romance. She lives and works in Southern California. She has been published by Loose Id, Amber Quill Press, Evernight Publishing, MLR Press, JMS Books, and Ellora’s Cave. For more information, visit smlgr8.blogspot.com.

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Chapter 1

Trick or treat.

Trevor Wainwright smiled faintly as he heard the children at the front door. He sat in his office, working on his computer, while his sister, Constance, manned the candy for the kids showing up for Halloween.

Oh, look, Constance said. A princess, an astronaut, and a…what are you supposed to be?

A seahorse.

Right. Here you go.

And a moment later, she closed the door again.

Seconds later, Constance, Trevor’s older sister, appeared in the doorway of his den-turned-office. She was staying temporarily with him while he recovered from an automobile accident he’d been unfortunate to have two weeks earlier. In fact, her gaze fell on the cast of his broken leg, which she’d propped up on an ottoman.

How’s the leg feeling?

Compressed, but okay. I’ll be glad when this thing is finally off, though.

You got a while before that, Trev.

Trevor was lucky to be alive with only a broken leg and he and Constance both knew that. While on his way to the grocery store, the other driver had run a red light and sideswiped Trevor’s sensible small sedan. Flipped the car over and the Jaws of Life had to extract him. He’d spent more than a week in the hospital.

The problem was, Trevor would have no one to take care of him during his convalesce, since just after Labor Day, he’d been dumped by his boyfriend of over two years.

Constance, who normally lived in San Jose, had come down to San Diego to stay with him. She’d informed Trevor she wouldn’t leave before Thanksgiving. They were both sure he’d be completely on the mend by then.

That might be the last of them. I peeked outside and didn’t see any more groups of trick-or-treaters.

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