β Scribed by Anyta Sunday
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Want true, heart-throbbing romance? Put down the Cheetos, and stop being a jackass.
The question is, can I do it?
Iβve been an epic dick to my friends, my uncle. Him.
Travis Hunter. Photographer, econ-student, paraplegic. Can I redeem myself? Apologize? Make a fresh start?
Hunter seems to think so. Even roped me into saving his favorite gazebo from the bulldozers.
The confidence of this man amazes me. Heβs no bullshit where Iβm all bullshit. I throw up walls where he knocks them down.
Heβs beautiful, too. Strong arms inked with hummingbirds, a wide teasing mouth, and blue eyes that read me like an open book.
He looks at me, and I look away.
These shivery feelings I have for Hunter? They canβt happen. I donβt deserve him.
Where did I put those Cheetos?
~ ~ ~
"Marc Jillson & The Gazebo" is a sweet, sexy M/M romance with humor and a definite HEA. This New Adult, college, redemption story is book two in the "Love Inscribed" series.
Content warning:
References of past homophobic violence, mentions of the Vietnam War and the draft
The books in the "Love Inscribed" series are standalone romances, and can be read in any order:
LIAM DAVIS & THE RAVEN: Liam & Quinn's story
MARC JILLSON & THE GAZEBO: Marc & Hunter's story
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"Want true, heart-throbbing romance? Put down the Cheetos, and stop being a jackass. The question is, can I do it? Iβve been an epic dick to my friends, my uncle. Him. Travis Hunter. Photographer, econ-student, paraplegic. Can I redeem myself? Apologize? Make a fresh start? Hunter seems to think so.
Althea Graham's hypochondriac mother seldom visits the gazebo-- yet she is found dead in it one morning.The Graham estate had once enjoyed a rural view, butnow the grounds are part of suburban London and thegazebo is an anachronistic summerhouse. Scotland Yardbecomes suspisious of Althea and her fia
Althea Graham's hypochondriac mother seldom visits the gazebo-- yet she is found dead in it one morning.The Graham estate had once enjoyed a rural view, butnow the grounds are part of suburban London and thegazebo is an anachronistic summerhouse. Scotland Yardbecomes suspisious of Althea and her fia