Friday Reads | No Place Like Home

This week I’ve read No Place Like Home by Kim Fielding. Had I paid attention I might’ve known it’s #1.5 in the Love Can’t series, but I wasn’t. It was the only story I had downloaded on my phone (I don’t usually read on my phone), and my phone was all I had when I started reading. It didn’t matter though, this story works just fine as a stand-alone short story.

Stephen has moved back into his mother’s house after she has passed away. He often walks to the library even though his knee hurts, he talks to his neighbours and spends some of his days painting. One day a note falls out of a book he’s borrowed and he calls the number written on it. On the receiving end of the call, he finds Max.

I liked this story, loved that Stephen is 58 and Max a little older yet. It’s a nice break to read about men who have been around for a while.

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Book Cover No Place Like Home by Kim FieldingThis short story is available now as a free download from the author’s website. If you’ve read Love Can’t Conquer, you might enjoy meeting Stephen Walker, a resident of Bailey Springs, Kansas. He was mentioned briefly in LCC.

This story originally appeared in the Dreamspinner Press anthology Snow on the Roof, but has been lightly edited.


Friday Reads | His Name was Harley Manfield

This week I’ve read His Name was Harley Manfield by T.A. Webb. It’s been a long time since I’ve read T.A. Webb, it’s not that he’s fallen off my radar – I still hoard his books – but I haven’t read any.

His Name was Harley Manfield is about three men, they met young and built a friendship that should’ve lasted a lifetime, and in a way it did but Harley’s lifetime was cut short. Harley didn’t tell anyone but Eric, a young man he treated like a son, he was ill. When he died it came as a shock to the others but the house Harley lived in is the house they all consider their home and they don’t want to let go of it.

This was a rather emotional read. T.A. Webb, for me, most often equal an ugly, snotty, cry and there were times when my throat closed up but the experience was sob-free. The plot didn’t quite grab me as many of his others have, I guess, in the end, I didn’t believe their friendship ran as deep as they all claimed. Still a good story! *

Book Cover His Name was Harley Manfield by T.A. WebbThey were the Three Musketeers.

College friends, they bond quickly. Time passes, and each man chooses his own path in life. One goes to Maine, one to New York. Harley stays in Atlanta, keeping their home safe.

When tragedy strikes, secrets are revealed and hearts are broken, The glue that held them together is tested, but in the midst of all their pain, Harley’s love still binds them together.

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Friday Reads | In Dreams

Another crazy week has gone by with too few words written, too few pages read, but hundreds of kilos of mushrooms picked. Where did all the time go?

For years now I’ve been thinking I should read more of the stories from the Don’t Read in the Closet Event. They are all free and there are so many I haven’t read. This week I’ve read In Dreams by Eden Winters, a short fantasy story from 2012. I’ve read stories by Ms Eden before and I’ve liked them a lot.

In Dreams is a story about elves, about dreams, and about songs. It’s a story about deception and cruelty but also about love. Loren doesn’t remember who he is or why he is where he is, but little by little things are coming back to him in dreams.

A lovely little story, I liked the dreaminess of it, the ending was a little rushed but a beautiful story nonetheless.

If you’re a member of the Goodreads M/M Romance group you can read the story here.


Book Cover In Dreams by Eden WintersDear Author,
For three sleepless days, the lyrics have been pounding around in my head. Every time I close my eyes, this is the face that I see. The music is pouring from me, dragging me in its wake and I can almost believe he is real, his haunted eyes singing to me.

This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group’s “Love is Always Write” event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.