JMS Books began in 2010 as a way for of getting a few friends into print. Ten years later, we've published more than 2,000 books celebrating LGBTQ+ romance from over 200 authors. A Decade of Gay Romance is a collection of our ten best-selling short stories, one for each year (to date).
From first love to true love, from submission to sensual, from heat to sweet and everything in between, the couples in these stories are sure to keep you turning the pages as you fall in love with them.
With stories by J.M. Snyder, Drew Hunt, JL Merrow, Wayne Mansfield, Terry O'Reilly, Edward Kendrick, Shawn Lane, J.D. Walker, Nell Iris, and Elizabeth Noble, this head-over-heels collection goes beyond bedtime reading. Whether happily ever after or happy for now, there’s an ending for everyone in here!
Contains the stories: My Best Friend's Dad by J.M. Snyder, Twelve Hours I by Drew Hunt, Dead Shot by JL Merrow, The King's Prize by Wayne Mansfield, My Beagle, the Yenta by Terry O'Reilly, Let Go of Loneliness by Edward Kendrick, Accidentally His by Shawn Lane, A-dork-able by J.D. Walker, Unexpected Christmas by Nell Iris, and Home Coming by Elizabeth Noble.
EXCERPT FROM "A-dork-able" by J.D. Walker:
Jaiden took a bite of his chicken salad sandwich and chewed. "Anyway, tell me about the project. Any problems so far?"
We spent our lunch discussing strategies and I made a few suggestions that he seemed to think were brilliant.
"You're made for this kind of work, Alister. I don't know why the hell you're in HR." I didn't kiss ass, for one thing.
I shrugged as I swallowed a bite of my Southwest BLT sandwich. "I started there as an intern and never left." I'd never thought of leaving, either. Figured, with my track record, socially speaking, I would remain where I was until they fired me, or something. It was the shiny, friendly people who didn't trip over their laces or spill coffee once a day that got ahead. Funnily enough, I hadn't done either of those this morning. Huh.
"Well, I think you're wasted where you are." He smiled at me and then cleared his throat. "So, one more week? We should do something to celebrate once this is over. I'm throwing a ...batted her lashes at Jaiden, who, though he seemed annoyed, dutifully invited her to sit with them.
Smiling triumphantly, Heather scurried back to her table and brought the remains of her salad and an open can of soda to join them. I quickly put the documents we'd been discussing on the floor, and left Heather to take over the conversation and completely ignore my presence.
She also somehow managed to spill the can of soda all over my new suit, and her fake "sorry" didn't fool me for a minute. I sopped up the liquid as best I could, my temporary high for a morning without accidents now deflated and at its regular low.
Whenever Jaiden tried to include me in a conversation, Heather swooped in to make it all about her. I decided I'd had enough after a few minutes of this and excused myself from the table. I needed to go home and change, anyway.
Jaiden tried to catch my eye as I left, but I couldn't bear to see the pity or anything else in his gaze right then.