Tyson

Every Saturday morning during my shift at the diner, I’m graced with the presence of the most gorgeous man on the planet, Officer Gage Langston. The problem? I’ve always had a bit of verbal diarrhea when I get nervous, and Officer Langston makes me extremely nervous. Not because he’s a cop; I respect law enforcement, but I don’t fear them. No, my mouth becomes a geyser of stupidity when he’s around because I’ve had a raging crush on the man since the first time I saw him walk into the diner. The even bigger problem? Even if the sexy older man weren’t obviously straight, he’s way out of my league.

Gage

I have a problem; I’m borderline obsessed with the gorgeous man who waits on me every Saturday at the diner. I don’t even know that much about Tyson, except there is something about him that calls to me. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t feel the same way about me, though. Every week, I enjoy our conversations so much, even if I don’t know what the hell is happening half the time. He’ll ramble on and go off on wild tangents when he speaks. I love it; it’s like going on a car trip and taking all the detours to see the fun pit stops. But it always seems like he doesn’t enjoy our interactions as much as I do; I think I make him nervous. Probably because he can sense I like him, and he’s not too keen on having some old fart perving on him. Tyson is so young and precious and free-spirited. The last thing he needs is a predictable, graying, softening old man. He’s way out of my league.

This low angst, insta-love M/M May-December romance is for listeners 18 and up! It contains a sexy, loving cop, his bow-tie-wearing angel, and their feisty best friends. It has no cheating or cliff-hangers, and a very happy HEA.