From the Blurb:
The only things left between them are wasted time and ten years of regret.
Max
I left St. Jack’s Bay ten years ago and
haven’t looked back once. Unless you count all the times I close my eyes
and think about Rome Anderson kissing me on the water tower or all of
the firsts we shared in my cramped teenage bedroom. Being in love with
Rome as a teenager was serious and scary, so I did the only thing I knew
how to do—I ran.
I should have known it would only be a matter
of time before life called me back to the small town we grew up in, and
also back to Rome who’s never left. I’m only home for a week and the two
of us are fresh out of firsts, but neither of us seems to be against
the idea of sharing some last times together instead.
Rome
I’ve
never stopped loving Max, but over the years, I’ve definitely started
to hate him. At seventeen, I got left behind, but it worked out okay in
the end. I own the only bar in town, I date when I want to, and Max’s
twin sister Lydia is my best friend. Life isn’t what it was supposed to
be, but it’s not horrible.
Max is back now and taking him to bed
was a terrible idea because it’s not long before I don’t hate him at
all. I love Max and I want him to be mine, but we’ve both been here
before. I know it’s only a matter of time before he breaks my heart and
heads back on the road, leaving me—and our future—behind once again.
One for the Road is a steamy, small town, second chance, gay romance.
Excerpt:
Max woke up on Saturday with cum dried on his fingers and a headache the size of his regret.
He also woke up alone.
The night before, Rome had gotten him undressed and into bed, then he’d cleaned up the glass and righted what he could on the dresser. He salvaged what wasn’t damaged beyond repair, which apparently wasn’t much if Max were to judge by the muttered curses he heard tumble out of Rome’s mouth. He had watched Rome from the bed with swollen and tired eyes, only closing them once Rome sat down near his feet, his hand resting on the swell of Max’s hip. At his touch, Max had rolled onto his side, giving Rome his back. He was tired, and he was ashamed of the things he’d admitted. He didn’t think he could ever look Rome in the eyes again, so waking up alone was a blessing.
At first.
Then his head started to throb from the sunlight and his throat felt scratchy when he swallowed, no doubt from the crying and the shouting.
And he was still alone.
And more miserable than he’d ever been.
Why was it so hard for him to admit he was still in love? Why was the idea of staying in St. Jack’s Bay a future that felt like a fate worse than death? He didn’t have anything in Washington to offer Rome besides a change of scenery, and yet…
When he finally hauled himself out of bed, Lydia was in the kitchen, staring at a casserole in a brown glass dish.
“What’s that?”
She turned to face him with a frown, and he joined her at the counter, doing his best to not throw up all over whatever combination of ingredients had been mixed and baked in the dish. She said nothing.
Max sighed. “Are you ignoring me?”
Lydia picked up the dish and carried it to the trash can, dumping the entire thing into the bag. Not just the food, but the casserole dish too. She let the lid close, mouth still pulled into the same tight frown.
“Lydia.” He rubbed a hand over his face, staring at her back. “I said I’m sorry.”
“I heard you last night.”
“So can you stop ignoring me?”
“I said I heard your apology. I didn’t say I accepted it and I didn’t say I forgive you either.” She braced her hands on her hips, staring out the window instead of turning to face him.
“Rome said the same thing,” he said.
“Rome is more man than you’ll ever deserve,” she snapped. “I have no idea why he’s still in love with you.”
“Me neither.”
One for the Road is currently available for pre-order on Amazon and will be available as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription on January 19, 2023!
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