I have a solid routine to make myself feel content. I go to work. And then I go to the bar. By the end of the night, I can usually convince myself to stop thinking. It's not an exciting way to go about things, but it works for me. I like simple. My roommate thinks I'm an alcoholic, but I tell her I'm just bored. Well. Until I wasn't bored anymore. After a hit and run one drunken night, the driver inserts himself into my life at full speed. He always seemed to appear after that, dimples and all. Somehow, he convinced me to go across the country with him. I really only agreed to go to prove something to my roommate. That I’m not some boring, alcoholic. It was a good game plan. And I could see the country. It wouldn’t be too hard to tune out this guys annoying voice and pop music.But after one too many honest hours and gambling with our feelings, things get complicated. He’s a corporate man. I’m a mechanic. Plus, he’s straight. This would never, ever work, even if I wanted it too. So, why do I find myself getting wrapped up in his hazel eyes and neck ties?
Rylan Mason is the author of haunting mysteries, thrilling adventures, and imaginative fantasy stories the blend rich emotion with bold storytelling. He lives in New Hampshire with his partner where they enjoy hiking the scenic trails, taking long drives through the countryside, and, of course writing. Whether conjuring ghosts, exploring lost civilizations, or venturing into magical realms, Rylan's stories are always driven by heart, suspense, and unforgettable characters.