Love Is Always Write Volume 4

are boring."
    "Oh, really?" Nick lifted an eyebrow. "You didn't say that when you were spread eagled over the bonnet of mine."
    Even Sam couldn't help the blush that crept up his neck at the memory of just how un-boring that had been. "Okay, point taken. Most cars are boring." He swung his leg over the bike and lolled seductively on it, the sunshine defining his firm six-pack. "But you of all people should know how much I love a big, hard, hot, thumpin', throbbin' monster between my legs." He laughed, and Nick couldn't help but laugh too. "Fancy a ride?"
    Now there was an offer Nick couldn't refuse. He nodded.
    "Hang on a sec." Sam hopped off the bike and rushed into the house, returning clad in a leather jacket, carrying two helmets. He gave one to Nick.
    "Come on then."
    Nick climbed on the back and wrapped his arms around Sam's waist. Sam waved in the direction of the house as they pulled away, and Nick caught sight of a woman at the window, doing the washing up. Sam's mum. She must have been there the whole time. She smiled - a great big grin just like Sam's - and waved back at them. As though a burly thirty-eight-year-old man kissing her twenty-three-year-old son in broad daylight was the most natural thing in the world.
    And as Nick pressed his face against Sam's warm back he realised something.
    It was.
    THE END
    Author bio: In her daydreams, Danni Keane is a gorgeous, blond twink who lives in sunny Brighton with a porn star husband and their Spoodle puppy. Danni works as a model, who you may have seen gracing the cover of many a M/M romance book.
    In reality, Danni Keane is a thirty-something-year-old woman, with a head full of M/M loveliness. She likes to divide her time equally between daydreaming and napping. She tries hard not to allow many important thoughts into her brain, just in case they push out some of the beautiful twinks in there, causing them to spill onto the floor in a naked, writhing heap. And we wouldn't want that, would we?
    She has plans to finish her first M/M novella, and to set up a blog rating porn stars. But she might not get round to either.
    She would love to hear from anyone who has any comments about her stories, and can be contacted at Goodreads under the username Daydream .
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HEART OF SLATE
    by Trinity Lee

    He's had a hard road, recovering from a painful drug addiction, and has found the best way to put his worries behind him is riding his beat up Suzuki motocross bike through the red Georgia mud. He doesn't realize that his new best friend Danny appreciates more about him than the way he jumps dirt piles and races him through the trails. And he'd never admit-- even to himself-- that he's been watching Danny a little too closely across the firelight on their little camping trips.
    ~ Julia

    genre: contemporary
    tags: gay for you; friends to lovers; hurt/comfort; drug addiction; motorbikes
    word count: 7,814
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    HEART OF SLATE
    by: Trinity Lee
    It wasn't until Aaron hit the finish line that he realized he had a big, goofy grin plastered all over his face. It was such an unfamiliar feeling that he had to check himself, make sure he hadn't somehow turned into someone else while he was powering around the boggy course.
    Smiling, laughing, being happy - none of these were things he had done in a while. And so much of that was due to the guy screaming to a skidding halt behind him, pulling off his helmet and punching him on the arm.
    "Hey, buddy, great ride!"
    Danny's face was flecked in mud, and it was hard to tell where the mud ended and his freckles began. Even in his bike gear, he had the appearance of a typical Midwestern farm boy, looking far younger than his twenty-seven years with his shock of blond hair, open manner and smiling hazel eyes.
    Aaron had never asked him what had brought him here, all the way to Georgia, but he was sure as hell happy that Danny had made that decision. He'd been going along to the motocross club every Saturday for the last year, but it was only the last five or six months, since he'd met Danny that things had got real good.
    "Want to go round again? Loved that one-hander you pulled at the second triple."
    Aaron was half-expecting Danny to say no: once was enough. The course was thick with the red mud that the area's distinctive clay turned into after a storm like yesterday's.
    But instead he grinned and pulled on his helmet again.
    "You bet! But let's make it interesting. Let's pull in the old loop as well this