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Erotic Rating: Total-e-burning
Genre:
Contemporary/Gay
Book Length: Novel
ISBN: 978-1-906328-63-4
Format: e-Book
Book two in the Cattle Valley Series
The Reverend, Casey Sharp, loves his church, his congregation
and his community. He just wishes they loved him in return.
Paying for the sins of his predecessor has left him feeling like
an outcast.
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Contractor, Halden
Kuckleman, loves his quiet life. After a childhood trauma,
Hal gave up on love and God. When hired by the church to
finish work on a new meeting room, he tells himself it’s
just a job like any other. He’s fine working on the addition
as long as Reverend Sharp doesn’t try to save him.
With a tight deadline for getting the room finished, Hal
begins to wonder how he’s going to get the work done before
the annual Christmas Eve party. When Casey offers to lend a
hand, however, he begins to wonder if the willowy minister
will help or lead him straight into temptation.
Carol Lynne has
written an alluring love story. She has created a wonderful
town where no one is looked down upon for their differences,
and, in fact, they revel in the diversity that their
community represents.
~ Novel Talk
Ms. Lynne has
continued the Cattle Valley series with this very creative
and inspiring story...Thanks go to Ms. Lynne for another
imaginative and entertaining story.
~ Fallen Angel Reviews, 5 angels
By reading any further, you are
stating that you are 18 years of age, or over. If you are
under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.
“Kuckleman Construction,” a deep gravely voice answered.
“Um, yes, hi, I’d like to speak with Halden Kuckleman.”
“You got him. How can I help you?”
“Hi, Mr. Kuckleman, this is Reverend Casey Sharp from the
Cattle Valley Community Church. I was wondering if you would
be willing to come out and give me a bid on completing the
church expansion.” Casey adjusted his reading glasses, a
nervous habit of his from grade school. He was starting to
worry he’d never find anyone to finish the reception hall
and at this late date, he was desperate enough to call on
Halden Kuckleman.
“Sorry, I don’t do churches,” Halden said.
“Yes, well, I heard that, but I’m kinda desperate. The
contractor we hired to do the work, quit in the middle of
the project, and we’ve promised to have the building ready
for the annual Christmas Eve party. I know you’re not a
religious man, Mr. Kuckleman, and if you’d be willing to
come take a look at the building, I promise not to try and
save you.” Casey bit his lip. Shoot, maybe he shouldn’t have
said that. Even though it was common knowledge around town
that Halden was a tried and true atheist, maybe Casey should
have just kept his mouth shut. He was the new guy in town,
and making enemies wasn’t his idea of fitting in.
There was a loud sigh on the other end of the phone. “How
much still needs doing?”
“Well, the basic shell is there, but nothing has been done
on the inside. I’m sorry to say, there isn’t any heat yet,
but at least you’ll be out of the snow and wind.” Casey
looked out his office window at the snow on the ground. It
was only mid-November and already, the city had been
blanketed with almost two feet of snow. He sure as heck
wouldn’t want to work in an unheated building, but then, if
a person was used to working outside in weather like this…
“The heating issue won’t bother me, just the location.”
Casey didn’t say a word. Halden seemed to be considering it,
and at least he hadn’t hung up on him.
After a few seconds, Halden continued. “Will you be around
this afternoon?”
Casey pumped his arm in the air in triumph. “Yes, I’ll be
here all day.”
“I could probably swing by after lunch and take a look, no
promises, though.”
“Yes, of course. My house is next door, which is probably
where I’ll be. If you could just honk when you pull into the
parking lot, I’ll be right out.” Casey closed the phonebook,
and put it back on the shelf.
“See ya then,” Halden said and hung up.
Casey put the phone back into its cradle and looked around
his office. He still had boxes to sort through, and a sermon
to practice for Sunday. Scratching his head, he got up and
wandered into the kitchen. Maybe a cup of strong coffee
would get him going.
The house still didn’t quite feel like home, but what did he
expect? He’d only been in Cattle Valley for two weeks, two
very lonely weeks. Despite his chosen vocation, Casey was a
man who enjoyed sex, lots of sex. It was the only reason
he’d chosen to go to college to get his Master’s degree in
religious studies instead of entering a seminary.
Now with his dream job finally in place, his social life
seemed to be paying the price. It wasn’t that folks in town
weren’t friendly. They just tended to keep Casey at arms
length. He knew it was further fall-out from his
predecessor, Reverend Brian Doles, but Casey needed them to
understand he wasn’t like that man. He’d never even
considered beating up lover. Maybe the town just needed a
chance to heal.
Pouring a cup of java, Casey idly walked through the living
room to his bedroom. Although the front room and kitchen had
been unpacked, most of his personal belongings still lined
the walls in boxes. Casey just didn’t have the heart to dig
through memories yet. Leaving his family and moving to
Wyoming had been a big step for him. His mom still didn’t
understand why he’d needed to go.
Maybe he’d get back to Kansas City after Easter for a short
visit. He already missed his nieces and nephews and he’d
just gotten here. Pictures of his close-knit family should
have comforted him, but Casey knew they’d only make him more
homesick.
Bypassing the boxes, Casey headed for the small bathroom off
the living room. If he was going to meet Halden Kuckleman it
was best he didn’t smell like his own cum. Casey and his
hand had become best friends since moving to town. Even
though he relieved himself several times a day, it never
seemed to scratch that itch he just couldn’t reach.
Setting his cup on the sink, Casey undressed and looked at
himself in the mirror. He knew he was a good-looking man.
The line of men vying for his attention back home testified
to that, but how did the people of Cattle Valley see him?
Yeah, he wore small wire-framed glasses most of the time,
but he didn’t think they made him look dorky. Maybe the
haircut his mother had insisted on was too short. Casey ran
his hand over his blond head. He guessed it wasn’t too
short, just right actually, given his new vocation. There
had to be something about him that didn’t attract men in
this town.
The ringing phone brought his gaze away from the mirror.
Looking down, he debated whether or not to answer it. He was
as naked as the day he was born, and the house tended to be
a bit drafty. Suddenly worrying it might be Halden calling
to cancel, Casey sprinted toward the phone, bare cock
swinging.
Copyright © Carol Lynne, 2007
All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A
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