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Each week in August, Web Digest Weekly is pleased to present an exclusive excerpt from M4M, the latest
from Rick R. Reed. Known as the “Stephen King of gay horror,” M4M shows another side of Reed, one that
writes funny and touching romantic comedy.

Two great stories. One great love. Get between the covers with Ethan and Brian, the men whose hearts
connected online and offline in the best-selling VGL Male Seeks Same. Follow them on their continuing
journey in NEG UB2, where a shocking health diagnosis derails the couple’s blissful romance and teaches them
both a lot about acceptance, forgiveness, and faith...especially when it comes to love.

Previously available only in electronic format, these twin novellas of gay erotic romance have now been
combined for a paperback edition!

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Ethan was just finishing a victorious game of Spider Solitaire in his cubicle at LA Nicholes and Associates, the
entertainment publicity firm where he toiled, when he overheard the office receptionist (a bleached blond waif of
a boy no older than twenty) talking to the payroll clerk.
“Girl, if it worked for me, it can work for you!” The receptionist, even though he ostensibly possessed a penis
and a supply of God-given testosterone had a voice that Ethan would swear was an octave above that of Miss
Beverly Sills. “I have met, like, so many guys on this site. I have, like, a jillion dates lined up. I don’t know how
I’m going to find time to come into work!”
The receptionist and the payroll clerk did what seemed to be a carefully choreographed twitter duet. Ethan
stared at his screen, moving a queen onto a king, and listened as the receptionist waxed rhapsodic about an
online dating site he had found. He had shrieked that it “wasn’t like all the others,” that it “was more than just for
quick hook-ups, like so many of those sites, okay?” and that it was simply, “a lonely girl’s best friend.”
That was all Ethan needed to hear. Well, no, actually, that was not all. And even though Ethan could stand no
more Spider Solitaire or Free Cell and was more than ready to call it an honest day’s work, he had to sit in his
cubicles for twenty minutes more while “Bubbles” (as he secretly called the receptionist) prattled on about this
wondrous—and apparently no-name—dating site. Finally, frustrated, and absolutely unable to endure one more
hand of Hearts, Ethan stood and peered over the wall.
Almost immediately, the blond receptionist swiveled his head around to peer at Ethan. “Yes?” he hissed. The
payroll clerk, a portly woman of Latina heritage, eyed him with suspicion. Together, they both seemed to be
saying, “How dare you interrupt us?” with their eyes.
Ethan applied his most sheepish grin and began to stammer, “Sorry to interrupt but I couldn’t help but overhear
what you were saying…you know, about that dating site. But I didn’t catch the name of it.”
The blond and the Latina exchanged knowing glances and Ethan, even though he would never claim psychic
abilities, could read their minds quite well, thank you. They were telepathically saying:
“And who does Miss Mary over there think she is?” Bubbles asked.
Latina replied, “I don’t know, but if she thinks she’s going to have the same kind of success that you did just
because she logs on, she better think again.”
Snap!
“Hello?” Bubbles was staring at Ethan, head quizzically cocked, and Ethan grinned, realizing he had let his
imagination run away with him. He may have just missed his only chance to learn the name of the dating site in
question, the one that apparently had men lining up for the affections of a nelly nineteen-year-old who probably
didn’t weigh more than a hundred pounds sopping wet and whose dubious intellect most likely rivaled that of a
Chihuahua.
“Sorry? I missed that.” Ethan felt heat rising from his neck to his face.
Bubbles closed his eyes and held them shut for a beat to indicate his distaste for, and impatience with, his
coworker. Speaking slowly, as if he were talking to someone hearing-impaired, Bubbles enunciated carefully,
“The name of the site is bootycall.com.”
The Latina held a hand over her mouth to artlessly—and unsuccessfully—hide her giggles. Ethan noticed her
nails were shellacked a lurid red, topped with dragon designs, and so long they were curving back at the top.
And this woman managed to handle the challenges of a computer keyboard?
“Oh, okay,” Ethan said, staring down once more at his monitor, which had gone to a screensaver of Barbara
Stanwyck movie posters. Sorry, Wrong Number seemed like an apt title to be up at the moment. Ethan may
have not been possessed of a dazzling intellect, but even he knew when his leg was being unkindly pulled. He
had just sat back down and was powering off when Bubbles’ voice fluttered over the beige partition. “It’s wing
people dot com.”

(To Be Continued...)

"M4M"
(Part 1)
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By
Rick R. Reed

Photo courtesy of Rick R. Reed