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Summer Swap: Evan and Ty
Summer Swap: Evan and Ty
Summer Swap: Evan and Ty
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Summer Swap: Evan and Ty

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What would you do if you rang your best friend’s doorbell ... and a stranger answered?

Evan Romer is astonished when he stops by his friend’s apartment and finds Ty Mitchell in the shower instead. Turns out Ty has swapped houses with Evan’s friend and is spending two weeks in San Francisco, a long way from his country home in South Carolina.

Unable to deny the attraction between them, Evan offers to show Ty the town and romance blossoms. Ty wants to keep things casual, but Evan is falling in love fast. Will romance blossom before it’s time for Ty to head back?
LanguageEnglish
PublisherJMS Books LLC
Release dateMay 5, 2018
ISBN9781634866217
Summer Swap: Evan and Ty
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J.D. Ryan

J.D. Ryan is a smutsmith, a crafter of quality gay erotica, including the JT and Armand stories and the Spy Games stories. An avowed curmudgeon, Ryan lives in the Deep South in a little house full of books and photographs. His stories have appeared in Friction, Best Gay Erotica, and numerous anthologies and magazines. For more information, please visit jdryanbooks.com.

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    Chapter 1

    Hey, pal, how’s about dinner? I’m finally finished. Evan Romer tapped on his best friend’s door one more time, then reached for his key. Lucas was home—Evan could hear the stereo blaring away. Funny, it sounded almost like country music, but Lucas only listened to jazz.

    Lucas? he called once inside, detouring to the main room to turn down the music. That done, he could hear the hiss of the shower. No wonder his friend didn’t hear him knocking. Evan rustled in the fridge and pulled out a beer, then found an open bag of pretzels in the cabinet.

    Flipping the stereo off, he dropped to the sofa and switched on the TV to catch the local news. KPIX was predicting near-seventies tomorrow. Well, depending on the fog, of course. Like Mark Twain said, the coldest winter he ever spent was one summer in San Francisco. If tomorrow was foggy, forget the predicted high and wear a sweater.

    Finally, the shower shut off and Evan heard the buzz of Lucas’ electric razor. Time for a little fun. He’d teach the man to sleep until the middle of the afternoon. Leaving his snack on the coffee table, Evan crept to the bathroom door and readied his phone. Flinging the door wide, he shouted Facebook post! and snapped a quick photo.

    A blood-curdling shriek sounded from the steamy room. Evan took a second look, then let out a yell of his own.

    Who the hell are you?

    His surprised shout was echoed by the total stranger standing in Lucas’ bathroom. The man fumbled around on the counter, finally coming up with a’ bud vase, which he brandished like a sword, either forgetting his nudity or ignoring it.

    What the hell are you doing here? The voice was low-pitched and melodious, with a Southern accent that brought to mind magnolias and mint juleps. The body behind that name was not quite so hospitable. Though on the short side, the man looked like he could hold his own in a fight, with broad shoulders and rippling muscles.

    Evan took a step back. I asked you first. He thought about going for a weapon of his own, but the only thing Lucas had in the apartment that fit the description was his collection of plastic light sabers. Evan crouched and tried to look like he knew how to fight.

    You’re the one in my apartment, pal. The stranger waved the bud vase beneath Evan’s nose. You’d better have a hell of an explanation or I’m calling the cops.

    Your apartment? This is Lucas’ apartment. How’d you even get in here?

    The stranger backed down just a bit, lowering the vase with an understanding expression on his face. Oh, you must be one of his friends.

    I’m his best friend, and you’d better do some explaining of your own before I call the cops first.

    We did a house swap. I’ve got his place for two weeks and he’s staying at my house in Greenville.

    You did what? Where in hell was Greenville anyway?

    The man set down the vase and yanked a towel from the rack. Do you mind? he asked, wrapping it around his middle. Evan felt a brief pang of sorrow that the fine set of family jewels was now out of his sight. Then, he refocused on the situation at hand.

    What the hell is a house swap and where is Lucas?

    I told you: he’s in Greenville. That’s in South Carolina by the way. The man dropped to a seat on the edge of the tub.

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