GENRE: Gay Interracial Spicy Romance Box Set
LENGTH: 43,357 words
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All four stories in J.D. Walker's best-selling Truck Me series are available now for the first time in one box set! Contains the stories:

Truck Me All Night Long: Trev Harding is in his forties and loves screwing around with pretty, young men. But when he finds out what they really think of him, he’s forced to re-think his life. Trev asks for advice from the one man who is an exception to his twink rule -- Grant Hess. Their frank discussion leads to an unexpected friendship, and maybe more.

Truck Me All Day Long: Adrian Mitchell kicked his boyfriend Brandon out of the house for cheating on him, but his self-righteousness rings hollow when he finds out why Brandon did something so drastic. The truth hurts, but Adrian has to decide whether love and forgiveness -- and being less of a control freak -- are enough to win back the heart of the man he can’t live without, mistakes be damned.

Truck Me How I Like It: Derrick Choi needs release in the worst way, especially after the kind of day he’s had. When he decides to unwind at a favorite club, he encounters the manager from one of his delivery stops and sees him in a whole new light. Paul Fontana is older and just plain hot. When these two men get up close and personal, they find out there could be more than a one-night stand in their future. Maybe.

Truck Me Back to Normal: Joey just wants to find his new normal now that he’s back on his feet, thanks to his brother. But Bear, his new boss, is distracting, and Joey doesn’t know what to do with the attraction he hasn’t felt in so long. So, he ignores it. That, however, doesn’t stop Bear from trying to convince Joey to take a chance on them, no matter what.

EXCERPT FROM "Truck Me All Night Long"
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

When I went inside the office trailer, Adrian was on a phone call and focused on his computer screen. Sounded like he was about to get a new client. I hung up the keys myself, threw the delivery receipts and carbon copies of my log book for the week on his desk, and headed out to my pickup truck. I was happy that the day was over, and I wouldn’t have to drive a big rig for the next two days.

Before I could leave, however, someone knocked on the roof of my truck. It was Adrian.

“Something you need, boss man?” I asked, with an emphasis on the need since I was ready to call it a day. Plus, I really didn’t want to talk to him ‘cause I was still raw from the last twenty-four hours.

“You got a minute?”

“What for?”

“Come inside for a sec?”

“Why?”

“Look, just humor me, okay? Please?”

“Fine.” I opened the door without waiting for him to back away. Good thing Adrian was pretty nimble.

“Jesus, Trev. Warn a guy, would you?”

“Let’s get this done, okay? I’m hungry and tired. It’s been a fucked-up day.” I followed him back to the trailer. Adrian sat behind his desk and I stood in front of it, arms crossed.

“Okay, I’m here. What’s up?”

“Would you sit down, at least?”

“Is this gonna take long?”

“No.”

“I’ll stand.”

“Fuck, you’re stubborn.”

“That all you wanted to say to me? It’s not news.”

“No, just ...” Adrian ran his hands through his hair, which was usually a sign of stress, or an unpleasant task he was about to perform.

“I’m sorry.” Okay, that, I didn’t expect.

“Sorry for what?” I let my hands fall to the side.

“I’m sorry for being a condescending prick.” That’s a first.

I couldn’t help needling him, just a little. “It’s part of your charm.”

“Cut me some slack, would you? Last night, as I was lying in bed with Brandon, it occurred to me that I shouldn’t have said all that shit to you yesterday. It’s no business of mine how you lead your life, and I should just butt out.” Of course, he had to mention Brandon. I let him sweat a little and said nothing.

“Will you accept my apology?” he pushed, after ten seconds of silence.

“That all you got?”

“What more do you want?”

“Maybe a little bit more honesty, like you mean it.”

“Of course, I mean it.”

“Whatever. We done?”

“Guess so.”

I went over to the trailer door and opened it. I heard Adrian say, “Why can’t you just --” but I slammed the door closed behind me, cutting off the rest of whatever he said. My life was in an upheaval, and he wasn’t helping.

As I drove home, I realized that I needed to talk to someone. Not Adrian, who, frankly, I could do without seeing for a few days. I didn’t have anyone close, because I deliberately kept things casual. The only family I had still living was my dad, and he was in prison. I wanted nothing to do with him, no matter how many letters he wrote begging for forgiveness for deserting me and my mom when I was five. I would never, ever forgive him.

I wondered if it was too soon to call Grant. Shit.