Title: Long Haul
Author: Michael P. Thomas
Series: The Mile High Club, book two
Genre: Gay Romance, Contemporary
Length: Novella (62 pages)
Publisher: JMS Books
Flight attendant Tanner Bradac and his occasional make-out buddy Clark Arnold find themselves on a layover in San Francisco on the day the U.S. Supreme Court legalizes same-sex marriage. Tanner is as happy about the ruling as any of his Facebook friends rainbowing up their profile pictures, it just doesn’t affect him personally—he doesn’t even have a boyfriend. Color him surprised, then, when he and Clark get caught up in the celebratory spirit of the day and return home as lawfully wedded husbands.
The wedding may have been a last-minute light-hearted lark, but Tanner and Clark are willing to give marriage a go. Tanner loves Clark—at least, he really wants to love Clark—and he figures the rest should just fall into place. How hard can being married to a guy you barely know really be?
Short Blurb: On the day the Supreme Court legalizes same-sex marriage, Tanner Bradac doesn’t even have a boyfriend, so you can imagine his surprise when he and his buddy Clark get carried away by the celebratory spirit of the day and wind up lawfully wedded husbands. The wedding may have been a light-hearted lark, but Tanner and Clark are willing to give marriage a go. After all, how hard can it be?
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Start with book one!
First Flight Out
Jesse Cisneros and his best buddy Tanner fly for Mile High Airlines, which is every bit as classy as it sounds. When Dr. Willis rings his call light on a flight from New York to Denver, Jesse is so taken with the good doctor’s looks and charm, he forgets all about the inflight medical crisis that prompted him to call for a flight attendant in the first place. Willis is handsome. Willis is helpful. And wouldn’t you know it? Willis is someone else’s husband.
Jesse can hardly believe his luck when their paths cross again on the patio of a popular gay bar. It’s been nine months, and Willis has been busy: now he’s single, he’s out, and he’s very interested in getting to know Jesse better. It all seems too good to be true! And you know what they say about that …
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About the author
Michael P. Thomas is a flight attendant whose writing is continually inspired by his work with the flying public, who flatly refuse to be boring. The author of three novel-length gay romances and a number of romantic and erotic shorts, he writes gay fiction because when he was coming out he sure was glad to have it to read. After misspending his youth in San Francisco, he now lives in his native Colorado with his husband.
“I just don’t want to live in Boise. Does that make me such a terrible person?”
August was whipping along. Clark’s September report date loomed huge, casting every conversation, every afternoon in the park, every romp across Clark’s gigantic bed into shadow. Tanner was two cups in at the Sunday beer bust, soaking up the shade on the back patio with Jesse and Willis, eager to get the day’s whining about it out of the way before Clark arrived. His flight hadn’t landed until three, but it was four-thirty; he was liable to stroll up at any moment, and Tanner hoped to pass an argument-free afternoon. If such an animal still existed.
“It does not make you a terrible person,” Willis assured him.
“Although it’s a strike against you in the husband department,” Jesse apparently couldn’t resist saying.
“We’ve been married for two months. We’ve been together for two months and ten minutes. You don’t feel like ‘pack your shit and move to Idaho’ is asking kind of a lot?”
“I guess the only thing I feel like needs asking,” Jesse said, “is, Do you want to be with him?”
“And what, love will conquer all? Even if it does, love won’t fly me to Denver every time I need to get to work.”
“Do you love him?” Willis asked.
A perfectly reasonable question. Certainly when asked by a friend, certainly when asked about one’s own husband. Tanner wasn’t sure why it felt like a slap across the face.
Probably partly because the answer was still, “I don’t know.”
“God, you haven’t told him that?” Jesse said.
“I haven’t told him anything. He leaves in like ten days, I can’t even commit to driving back with him.”
“Tanner, you have to drive back with him. What’ll that take, two days? You can’t just wave goodbye from the curb, he’s your husband.”
“Yeah, well, I’m starting to get real sick of that word.”
Naturally there are gay men who don’t drink. Certainly there are gay men of every age, ethnicity, size, and social standing who don’t go near the bars—not for drag shows, not for Bear-aoke, not for nothin’. But sometimes after a day spent hurtling through space in an aluminum tube with two, three, four hundred strangers farting, fighting, and not figuring out how to open the lavatory door—“It’s like an old phone booth,” you say fifty times a day, forgetting how many people under thirty have no idea what you’re talking about—a beer or a glass of wine is just the thing.
These Mile High boys love their beer. Indeed, the Sunday beer bust—ten bucks, four hours, all the beer you can drink—is almost a character in these stories itself. Like any bar-scene acquaintance, it suggests boys to gossip about over popcorn and drinks; it’s more fun after a couple beers, but kind of a mess after too many.
I’ve long been a fan of the second-tier character. The wacky neighbor, the kooky co-worker—you know, whoever Joan Cusack is playing, cracking wise and keeping the story moving along. The beer bust is too perfect for this role in the world—my world, anyway—of contemporary M/M fiction. When the beer bust butts in, things happen. Small talk, deep conversations; a first kiss, the last straw; amazing abs, terrible hair. Two people can flirt, can grope, can get lost, be it “in each other’s eyes” or “out back, behind the portable toilets.” Stuff has to happen somewhere, and in stories about guys hot for guys, a place where lots of them are running around shirtless is preferred.
Part of the fun of writing about flight attendants is dragging them in and out of different places, but part of a flight attendant’s reality is the struggle in the face of near-constant travel to maintain a community. These guys are able to do that at the beer bust, even if it is only for four hours a week. Which pretty much makes it the best ten bucks they’re ever gonna spend.