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Just as the seasons change, so do people. Seasons of Love follows forty years in the lives of two men, Sidney Wilks and Grady Nash, from the Spring of their relationship when love is new and shiny through the Winter of their partnership when thirty years of being a couple has begun to lose its sheen.

SUMMER (September 20, 2016 ♦ ISBN 9781786860477)
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SummerPride Publishing
ISBN eBook: 978-1-78651-498-1
Genre: Contemporary, Gay
Series: Book two in the Seasons of Love Serial
Book Length: 53,976 words
General Release Date: September 20, 2016

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As Spring gives way to the heat of Summer, Sidney Wilks and Grady Nash settle into their new lives in a Chicago suburb.

In an attempt to fit in to his new surroundings, Nash becomes friends with his co-workers at the garage. The only hitch is he has to go back into the closet he’d finally escaped. With Sidney working long hours, Nash doesn’t feel the need to expose his relationship to guys who wouldn’t understand. The dual-life leads to misunderstandings and hurt feelings, forcing Nash to make life-changing decisions.

With Nash battling to find a purpose away from the ranch he loves, Sidney’s busy enduring long hours in an office he hates. With his prize-winning building completed, Sidney’s creativity is put to use designing buildings that don’t inspire him. When an opportunity to design the building of his dreams presents itself, Sidney’s loyalties are put to the ultimate test. Will he reach for his dream and uproot Nash from a life he’s finally settling into, or will he sacrifice his personal goals for the good of the man he loves?

Publisher’s Note: This book has previously been released by Pride Publishing. It has been revised, considerably expanded and re-edited with Pride Publishing. This book is best read in sequence as part of a series as all four stories follow the lives of Sidney and Grady.


After sliding into home plate, Grady Nash stood and brushed the dirt off of his pants. The whoops of the small crowd made him feel like a million bucks. He tipped his KC Royals baseball hat to the folks in the bleachers as he walked back to the bench. Trading his beloved cowboy hate for a baseball hat had been tough, but after numerous comments from the guys he worked with, Nash had found it easier to just relent.

“Not bad for an old man,” Butch Carlisle said with a slap on the back, nearly knocking Nash to the ground.

“I’m thirty-four,” Nash reminded his new friend.

“Yeah, like I said, old.” Butch spat a sunflower seed shell on to the ground, the pile growing with each inning of the softball game. Despite his rough appearance, Butch was an okay guy. With shoulders as broad as a barn and forearms the size of Popeye’s, Butch’s shaved head only added to the biker exterior he liked to cultivate.

Nash crossed his arms and leant back against the dugout’s chain link fence. Despite Butch’s barbs, Nash felt damn good. He might be older than the others on the team, but he was still young enough to keep up with them.

“We’re going to Wally’s after the game,” Butch said as another shell flew from his mouth.

“Wally’s, huh?” Nash tried to remember what time Sidney had said he’d be home. “I could use a beer.” Or four. He’d lived in Lake Forest for almost three months and had yet to go out without Sidney, which meant he rarely went out. He’d been lucky one of the guys from the garage hadn’t been able to complete the summer softball season or he’d never have left the house that day.

Joe Banks crossed home plate standing up and Nash gave Butch a high five at the come from behind win. Nash followed the rest of the players out of the dugout to acknowledge the effort of the opposing team with hand slaps.

He returned to the bench and picked up his glove. Unlike the other players on the team, Nash didn’t own any equipment besides the old beat-up glove he’d used in high school. “I’ll follow you,” he told Butch as they headed to the parking lot.

Nash climbed into his red Ford pickup. He’d need to call home as soon as he got to the bar. Was it a bad thing that he secretly hoped Sidney was still at the job site? It wasn’t that he didn’t love Sidney’s company, but he was ready to make a few friends of his own. The guys at the garage, where he’d finally found a job, had been pretty good about welcoming him, but Nash wanted more than that. He’d got used to life on the ranch where camaraderie seemed to come naturally. It wasn’t that he was looking for a new best friend—Sidney would forever hold that position in his life—but he enjoyed watching the men at the garage laugh and tease each other. A part of Nash wanted that kind of relationship with them as well.

One beer, he told himself. Surely he’d still get home long before Sidney.

Nash pulled up his truck beside Butch’s old-style Harley. He’d driven by Wally’s every day going to work but had never been inside. The moment he stepped foot in the door, he smiled. Yeah, he could be comfortable in the place. Not too crowded but with a nice blend of customers, Wally’s seemed like an unpretentious spot to grab a beer with friends.

After a quick phone call home to leave a message on the answering machine, he joined the group of guys from the garage, who were busy shoving tables together. The arrangement seemed not only natural for them but the waitress as well. “How many?” she asked, cruising by the group.

“Four to start,” Butch said. He turned to Nash. “You like Coors Light?”

Nash nodded, grabbing a paper menu from the centre of the table. “Anything good to eat?”

“Best cheddar burgers in the state,” Pauly said.

A frosty mug was set in front of Nash. “You’re new,” the waitress said.

Nash smiled. “Just moved to town a few months ago from Kansas.”

“My name’s Jes if you need anything.”

“Nash,” he said introducing himself. “And I’ll take a cheddar burger medium well when you get the chance.”

“Steak fries or onion rings?” she asked as she continued to unload the tray of glasses.

“Fries.” He held his mug out to Butch who filled it to the rim with beer. “Thanks.”

Nash settled in to listen to the rest of the guys dissect the game. He welcomed his dinner with enthusiasm and moaned each time he took a bite. Sidney would enjoy them, he knew that, but once again Nash felt selfish enough to keep the information to himself.

“You married?” Joe asked Nash.

Nash wiped his mouth on a napkin before answering. “Nope.”

“Girlfriend?” Joe followed up.

“Not one of those either,” Nash simply stated. In his opinion, it wasn’t anyone’s business who he slept with as long as he didn’t lie about it.

By the time the impromptu party broke up it was nearly nine o’clock and Nash had started to really feel the alcohol buzzing through his system. He considered asking one of the guys to drive him home, but figured he could make the short two mile trip easily enough if he stayed on the side roads.