GENRE: Gay Spicy Romance Anthology
LENGTH: 218 pages
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From cowboys to clergy, barrooms to classrooms, lovers to sex buddies, O’Reilly’s Variety Pack has a little bit of everything for everyone.

Join in the action with Al, Larry, Doug, Antonio, Ray, and a host of others who romp through the pages of this collection in search of erotic encounters, one night stands, and lasting love between men.

EXCERPT FROM "Frank's Place"
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

Danny came out of the raw wind and swirling snow into the warmth of Frank's Place. This was his favorite hang out. He liked it because, to the ordinary passer by, the building didn't look anything other than a cross between a cocktail lounge and a nice bar. Once you got inside the true nature of the establishment could be seen. It was a gay bar.

Making his way to the bar, Danny acknowledged the greetings of acquaintances, some of whom he had known on an intimate level.

"Hey, Frankie. The boss doing the tending tonight?"

"Hey yourself, Danny. Yeah, I gave Ken the week off to be with Earl for the holidays."

"Not too much going on here," Danny said, glancing around the room.

Something caught Danny's eye. "Hey, Frankie, who’s the guy over in the corner? I don't think I've seen him before."

Danny had spotted a man at one of the tables to the right of the door to the rooms in back. He was stretched out on his chair to the side of the table, with his legs crossed at the ankle. He wore construction boots. His hands were folded in his lap just above the prominent bulge in his jeans. He wore a baseball cap and a plaid, flannel, work shirt.

Frank looked over at him. “Yeah, well, he started comin' in about a week ago. Stays about an hour and splits."

"Any action?" Danny wanted to know.

"Naw. Couple guys tried to hit on 'im but he says no, I guess. Never been to the back rooms, never left with nobody."

He definitely didn't look like Danny's type, but what the hell, he thought. There’s not much else goin’ on in here tonight. Why not?

"What's he drinkin'?"

The bartender pointed to an expensive bottle of scotch. "On the rocks."

Hmm, blue collar with exec tastes, Danny thought.

"Pour me a double," Danny said.

He picked up the drinks and headed for the table. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked with a wide smile on his handsome face.