Nate and the New Yorker

Nate once had the love of his life, but he’s met Cameron, a New York millionaire with an eccentric cross-dressing butler.

Cameron is keen to share his world of classy restaurants, Broadway shows, and fabulous parties, and while Nate’s friends see the makings of a fantasy romance, it’s Nate who has to learn how to open his heart again.

But is Cameron simply second best?

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Thanks to a lovely 4.5 Star review from O.J.

The writing is what really got to me. This starts out nice and slow, like a good orchestral piece and you’re thinking “nice” and then the other instruments start to chime in, each one at its exact moment in queue, until I was surrounded by a full crescendo of such rich characters, each one developed exactly right for the story, not overdone or lacking in any sense.

Thanks to author, Liz Gavin, for her 4 star review

I enjoy stories that tap into different genres and mixed them up because they’ll surprise you. In Nate and the New Yorker, Mr. Klehr skillfully blends comedy, magical realism, paranormal, and romance. With emphasis on sweet romance.

Thanks to author, A.M. Leibowitz for her 8 fountain pen review

If you’re in the mood to escape for a couple of hours and come away with a happy sigh, then definitely pick this one up. For mildly snarky humor, a feel-good romance, and a couple of deep thoughts on life and love, this gets 8/10 fountain pens.

Thanks to Jaycee for her remarkable 5 star review

So, lets just get the bottom line out of the way:  this is quite possibly *the* best novella-length story I have ever read.  Clinically speaking, it is the textbook presentation of the successful short story and all that should entail, but seldom does.  Start to finish, beginning-to-fully fleshed middle, to ending-with-a-slight-but-interesting twist, this is the quintessential big story compacted beautifully into a short.

Thanks to author Elaine White for her 5 star review

Blind-sighted. That’s the only way I can explain what just happened to me. I mean…holy cow!

Thanks to Meredith for her review

This is a story that weaves you in many directions and I really enjoyed every second of it.

Thanks to Kirsty for her 5 star review

Up to this point, I had enjoyed Nate and the New Yorker, but it was Klehr’s simple, but clever, way of shifting the emotional momentum of the story which totally won me over.

Thanks to Amos Lassen for his review

I think it is fair to say that Klehr has joined the ranks of other gay men that are writing about our lives.

Thanks to Diane for her 4 star review

I thoroughly enjoyed Nate and the New Yorker and the underlying theme of coming to terms with loss and new beginnings. This is a solid Four Star and recommended read.

Thanks to Prime for her sweet review.

All in all, it’s sweet, fun and sexy, with a bit of a ride around the world.

 Thanks to Shee Reader for her review.

If you fancy a short, sweet romance with a twist, give this one a try.

Excerpt – from the 60s themed party scene

Both Cameron and I had Hawaiian shirts to wear, while Rowena sported a tie-dyed sarong and an afro wig. And around us, interesting guests wore chic little skirts, James Dean-style jackets, hippie gear, and mod wear.

“You haven’t introduced me yet,” said a middle-aged woman to Cameron. Her rust-colored coat had a masculine cut. Yet she elegantly held a long-stemmed cigarette holder with something that smelled very much like a joint burning on the end.

“Sorry,” said my charming American. “This is my friend, Nathan. And this well-dressed lady is my Aunt Beverley.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said.

She took my hand and kissed it. “I hope you don’t think me too forward, it’s just that you’ve got such fascinating features.”

“My aunt likes to flirt.”

“It runs in the family,” she replied. She gave me a measured wink. “Now, nephew, where have you been hiding this handsome Englishman?”

“I’m Australian.”

“It’s your accent. I never can tell the difference.”

“I need you!” yelled a girl in a flower necklace. She was the drummer of the band and was addressing our host.

“It’s time,” Cameron said.

“Time for what?” I asked.

He kissed me on the cheek and then headed for the microphone stand.

“You’re in for a treat,” whispered Aunt Beverley, her voice raspy from years of smoking.

“He sings?” I asked.

“He sings,” she replied.

A laid-back strum of the bass guitar started the song, followed by a drum beat. Then the vocal. And before I knew it, I was being serenaded in front of a room full of acquaintances. But, wow! What a unique experience.

“I’ve never seen him go out on a limb for someone like this before,” said his aunt.

I smiled politely, then closed my eyes. He was crooning. His honey voice made my soul rise out of my body and search for a dream. And in the hip nightclub that appeared in my mind, he wore a gray suit with a crimson tie, standing tall in front of the trumpet section who were waiting for their cue. And I was the only one in the club.

“Where are you?” asked Aunt Beverley in a low tone.

I wanted to say I was in love but stopped myself. I realized it was rude to have my eyes closed during Cam’s song. I opened them. He had me in his sights. I wanted to jump into the waves on his Hawaiian shirt and end up on a deserted island with just him and me.

“Would you like a toke of my cigarette, Nathan?”

“No, thank you. I think the fumes have already hit me.”

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