"...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
Noel narrowed his eyes. "Top or bottom?"
I grasped his hips, not caring if the whole town buzzed it up on the gossip chain by sundown. "You're too eager."
He glanced down at my bulging zipper a second time. "That's the pot calling the kettle black."
"You know, Noel, I don't want to get all stupid with you. I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of your misfortune on the highway."
"I know, Tyler. And I don't want you to think I ever planned to abuse your hospitality. This is just one night. Maybe a little friendly companionship, provided..."
I nodded. "I'm HIV negative, but I insist we keep it safe."
"I'm negative, too, and yes, it's condoms or nothing because I've had one scare and I don't want another one."
He moved to kiss me, and I jerked away. He looked surprised.
"Sorry, Noel." Kissing on Main Street might be a bit too much for the neighbors whose good will supported my standard of living. "I keep my private life low profile."
"Of course. I'm out, and I guess I thought you were, too."
"Hey, it's okay. I'm in sort of a limbo. I don't care if people know, but this is a small town. I don't flaunt it in public, but in truth, around here, neither do straight lovers."
"Got it. When in Rome." He backed away, his expression unreadable as he climbed into the car.
Maybe I'd tripped some trigger of his, or not, but I'd figure it out when we got to my place. Insides quivering with anticipation, I headed out of town.
Noel remained silent for the remainder of the drive to my home, at least until I turned onto the long gravel lane that led to the two-story frame farmhouse. He shifted in his seat and fixed that clear gray gaze on me in an incredulous stare.
"Excuse me for asking, but what the hell is a good-looking stud like you doing out here in bum-fuck middle America, working as a grease monkey, and living on a farm, for God's sake!"
The answer that filled my being came out of the still darkness of countless solitary nights.
Waiting for you.