All three novels in Terry O'Reilly's best-selling gay erotic romance trilogy, David and Andrew, are now available in one box set! Contains the stories:
One Night in December: David Bennett, a widower, figures he's done with relationships and sex. One night in December, against his better judgment, he rescues Andy Barnes, a homeless man, and takes him home. It turns out to be the best decision he ever made.
With These Rings: David Bennett and Andy Barnes continue their adventures begun in One Night in December. From the joy of a wedding ceremony on a Cape Cod beach to the despair of a bedside vigil in a hospital room, With These Rings is punctuated with love, laughter, and steamy romance.
The Next Generation: Brad Sturgis is all grown up. As he faces life with his boyfriend Hank, he realizes it contains many challenges which he tries to meet with the same courage and good humor as his adoptive parents before him.
EXCERPT FROM "One Night in December"
I was awakened to what sounded like jingling. What the hell ...? I turned over, half sitting up, leaning back on my elbows. The light went on from the wall switch. There, leaning on his right shoulder against the doorframe, was Andy. His arms were folded on his chest. His right leg crossed over his left, he stood on one leg with his right toes on the floor. He had on black cowboy boots with spurs. That was the jingling I’d heard. He also wore a black cowboy hat, a red bandana, and a red thong with some sort of insignia on the left side. He smiled. I woofed.
“Hey, cowboy,” I crooned, “Ain’t this a role switcharoo. Ain’t you supposed ta be Little Beaver?”
“Well, yep pardnar I usually is, but dang ifni’ I don’t like this’re cowboy hat of yorin. Whada ya think?”
“Good ‘nuf to eat, Ubetchim.”
He chuckled, put his thumbs in the waistband of the thong and sauntered forward and stood by the bed. I crawled to the end of the bed on all fours and took his swollen package still wrapped tightly in the thong into my mouth. The taste of silk, the feel of his throbbing penis through the fabric, the male smell of him, sent me into the farthest reaches of arousal. I wrapped my arms around his hips and enjoyed the firm roundness of his ass cheeks. He rubbed my head and massaged my shoulders. He reached down and freed himself from the confines of the thong.