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A Gift From Poseidon

A Gift From Poseidon
North Carolina painter Evan Phelps and his ex-lover Frank own a small art shop in the beach town of Manteo. When four friends encounter car trouble one day and seek help from Evan, the painter finds an unexpected muse in the much younger Sterling. He is gorgeous and Evan cannot stop thinking about him and painting images of him in various erotic poses. When Sterling comes to him for serious sexual advice, an unlikely relationship begins between the mature Evan and the much younger Sterling, a virgin in anticipation of his first sexual experience. Sterling’s buddy Jordan, in sharp contrast, is very sexually active and led around by one particular part of his anatomy, like a carrot in front of a donkey. When Evan’s career begins to take off, the adventures begin, leading Evan and his young paramour to a place neither has been.

Excerpt:
A solo of Sterling in his partially aroused stage literally commanded to be first. He began with the head with its roundish shape and long wavy black hair partially covering his ears and draping haphazardly across his forehead. Green eyes, a cute pug nose and a thin black mustache atop a pleasant smile completed the face. Next came his broad shoulders and a well defined chest as well as the stomach, hard but not overly muscled (probably the result of hard work and not a gym regimen). He stretched the arms out so that the hands were holding onto the banister of the deck. He finished it off with the top three inches of a pair of white jeans. He decided against going further with that part which was etched in his memory. It was midnight when he shut off the bedroom light and crawled into bed. As he lay there in the darkness, a vision of Sterling was conjured in his mind. Evan finally fell into a deep sleep, and there was Sterling again, standing in the kitchen doorway, and as naked as truth should be, he advanced toward Evan and planted a kiss on his lips as his hands roamed Evan’s back. Evan woke suddenly and found that he was totally aroused. None of his subjects had ever dominated his mind and fantasies before.

***

“So tell me,” Frank said. “Who’s the new love in your life?”

“What do you mean?”

“Eight paintings of the same model. The last time you went on a painting binge like this, all of the paintings were of me and that was back when we had just graduated from college eleven years ago.”

Evan explained that he had only met Sterling for an hour and about the car being stuck in a sand dune.

“Well, this new fixation of yours is producing some of the finest work you’ve done in years. We’re talking about the $200 price range.”

The next Friday after painting like a demon, Evan delivered two more of Sterling, plus several of the foursome and some seascapes and one of the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse in the background with Sterling in the foreground waiting to climb it. He even did one of Paul standing in his kitchen doorway when he first revealed Junior in full glory, although he felt that nudes were not his forte.

“Wow” was all Frank could say when he saw Paul. “Is that thing real or did you go about enlarging it?”

“He said it was eleven and a half inches. I didn’t measure it, but I would have.”

“A Gift From Poseidon,” erotic romance novel by Duncan More, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Kobo and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

October 29, 2014 Posted by | gay romance, adventure, erotic fiction, love stories, ebooks | , , | Leave a comment

Ely’s Awakening

Elys Awakening

The murder of Quentin’s lover for daring to “come out” devastates Quentin, and he shields himself as best he can from the past, choosing a life of relative solitude. Resigning himself to a life alone, Quentin doesn’t anticipate meeting a young man who shares his passions. Drawn to this man, he realizes how much he misses someone special in his life, and he longs for the days he shared with his former lover. Hesitant to act upon feelings he was certain had died along with his former lover, Quentin is torn between renewed feelings and the fear of being deeply hurt again.

Excerpt:
Ely welcomed the man by patting the sand, and the man stretched out, enjoying the warm rays on his skin. He was a handsome man with thick dark hair and Ely estimated him to be a little older than he, twenty-five at the most. Ely didn’t mean to stare, yet he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off this man.

The stranger reached out to shake Ely’s hand and said confidently, “I’m Quentin, Quentin Jones.”

Ely shook his hand and introduced himself as well, still mesmerized by the man’s forwardness. After a period of silence, he found the courage to ask, “What brings you to Galveston, sir?”

“Oh, my goodness, call me Quentin, please.” Quentin continued, “I teach literature at The University of Texas in Houston. I come to Galveston every chance I can, though. I love the beach and the warm waters of the Gulf.”

Ely explained that he was working at the ice cream parlor during the mornings, and came to the beach in the afternoons and evenings. “Stop by,” he boldly invited the man he had just met.

“I’ll do that,” Quentin didn’t hesitate to reply, followed by a wink. Looking Ely directly in the eyes, he asked, “Would you like to see my house. It’s just up the beach.”

Ely didn’t know what to do. This was what he had wanted, yet he had been taught to be wary of strangers. He was suddenly aware that he was staring into Quentin’s eyes which were waiting for an answer.

“I’d love to.”

“Great,” Quentin replied.

Ely followed Quentin up the beach to his house. When they entered, he almost gasped. The house was beautiful, adorned with the most exquisite antiques which Quentin had inherited from his grandparents and parents. Everything seemed to have a place, and everything was in its place.

***
In a small corner of the library underneath a copy of Moby Dick was a letter addressing Quentin as “The Love of My Life.” It was from two years ago, and from the sketchy timeline Ely could piece together, it appeared that Quentin and another man had an intimate relationship for three years. For Quentin’s sake, he never mentioned that he was his lover, and they always met in secretive locations. As he skimmed the letter, Ely came to the last page which was very disturbing.

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October 27, 2014 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, erotic romance, gay romance, love stories | , , | Leave a comment

Phobos Nocturne

Phobos Nocturne
The beautiful naked bodies of the magnificent Seschol were a sight to behold, and setting foot on a new and inhabited planet, the planet of our ancestors, was exhilarating. At times I seemed to have memories I could not possibly have had, and in my heart I knew that I was as much Seschol as human. Knowing that catastrophe had hit their beautiful green planet was heartbreaking, and we could feel their pain. It was visible in their eyes, and we were determined to help them.

Excerpt:
Kevin and I were standing in a very comfortable lounge area stark naked in front of three Seschol. One, who I assumed to be Eo’hala, noticed our embarrassment.

“My apologies. We didn’t mean to embarrass you. We will disrobe. I’m impressed with your knowledge of us, but what is Phobos? Is that a place your people have settled on Oolia?”

“No, Phobos is one of Oolia’s small moons.”

The Seschol were crestfallen. “Oolia, as we knew it, had no moons. It would appear that catastrophe did hit our beautiful green planet.”

We could feel their pain, visible in their eyes. Without thinking, I spontaneously gave Eo’hala a hug. He was surprised, but hugged me back. “I’m sorry, Eo’hala. I didn’t mean to take liberties, but you looked like someone in need of a hug.”

“You needn’t apologize, Kyle. Affection is important in our culture, but then, I guess you knew that. Would you like to meet some of our people? I know they’d like to meet you.”

“We would indeed. Where should we go?”

I was thinking about their beautiful naked bodies as we walked. The truth was that neither of us was sleepy. When we got down to our section, which was largely unoccupied, I asked them if they would like to stay on the base or go back to their ship.

“We’d like to stay here, if it isn’t too much trouble. We only need one room.”

“No trouble at all. We have a two room suite, but only use half of it. You are most welcome to stay with us. Here we are. Please come in.”

I showed them in, pointing out the fully equipped bathroom complete with a large Jacuzzi.

“Ahh, a therapy pool. How inviting. Would you like to join us?”

Would we ever! “That sounds cool.” We undressed hurriedly, but still not as fast as they did. When we went into their room, they were already nude and getting into the Jacuzzi. This really was going to be so cool!

They sat so that we had to sit between them. As I sat, Eo’hala pulled me towards him as Torcano and Lu’opa pulled Kevin to them. We kissed deeply, and ran our hands over each other’s bodies. It was wonderful being with these very sexual creatures. I lost track of who was with whom. Finally, we had to call it a night. We went in to shower, and our new friends joined us. But it wasn’t over quite yet. They joined us in bed.

Cuddling between two warm bodies was the perfect end to a perfect day, and I dropped off to sleep almost immediately.

*****

As soon as we entered the medical section and saw the body, I knew. Darhuth was the base designer and a major Seschol scientist. He had been dressed in a lightweight dark blue silk-like fabric jumper with a gold band at the sleeves and collar. I just stood there looking at the magnificent Seschol man. To our eyes, he was absolutely beautiful and in an amazing state of preservation. I leaned over the body, touching my forehead to his as a sign of respect. I felt as if I knew him. “This was a great man, much respected and loved by all Seschol. He was a scientist and the chief designer of this base. The Seschol had to evacuate before they could complete his funeral Sending. We have to do that for him now. We simply must!”

“Will everyone please gather around and join hands? This is the body of Darhuth, one of the greatest men of science in Oolian history, and a great humanitarian. He devoted the latter part of his life in the attempt to unify all Seschol and heal the divide between the Elgorath and Cofands. In this, he failed, but his greatness was undiminished.”

Leaning over, I once again touched my forehead to his. “Darhuth, I never knew you, but in a sense I did. Your kindness, compassion and leadership are missed. You were dearly loved by your people. May you now take your rightful place in the cosmos.”

Later, back in our quarters, Kevin held me close as he kissed me. “Don’t take this the wrong way, honey, but I know you feel a connection to Darhuth, knowing what a sexual creature he was.”

“Phobos Nocturne,” science fiction romance by Kiel Bei, the author of “Stolen Paradise,” is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Google Books, All Romance ebooks, and Kobo. Available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

September 4, 2014 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, erotic romance, gay romance, love stories, romance, science fiction | Leave a comment

Wheels of Fortune

Erotic Romance

Erotic Romance

With his sights set on a bright red sports coupe, Jack pulls into Happy Jack’s Used Car Lot hoping to get a good trade-in for his old clunker, Junior, and encounters a very persuasive salesman who convinces him to buy a van. Unsure of his decision at first, Jack quickly finds that the van is much more than transportation. For him and his friends, the less than impressive looking vehicle becomes their wheels of fortune!

Excerpt:
Buying a van was the last thing on Jack’s mind when he pulled into Happy Jack’s Used Car Lot one hot August Saturday afternoon. He had planned and saved all summer to get a little sport coupe that would get him back and forth to campus. Junior, as he called his old clunker, just wouldn’t handle another year of the wear and tear of the daily trek. It barely got him around town as he delivered pizza for Angelo’s Pizza every night. Time had taken its toll on the old vehicle and it was time to move on.

At least twice a week Jack had driven past the lot and yesterday he spied a shiny red Chevy for $3000.00. He had risen early, showered, shaved, and pulled out a pair of good dress slacks and one of his few ironed shirts. “Dress to impress” was one of his mottos and if he were to get a good deal, he knew he had to impress the salesman.

He turned into Happy Jack’s lot and parked Junior on the side of the building. He climbed out of the car, adjusted his shirtsleeves, and headed directly over to the red Chevy. He was examining the body when a very proper-looking salesman arrived.

“Hi, I’m Sam,” he said, shaking Jack’s hand as he handed him a business card with the name Sam Devlin on it. “Can I help you?” he asked, looking Jack directly in the eyes.

“Sure can. I’m Jack. What’s your bottom price on this one?” He absently gazed back at the hazel eyes of the salesman.

“Three grand.”

“No, no – your bottom price, not your asking price,” Jack replied.

“Three grand.”

Jack watched him slowly turn and start to walk away. “I really had my heart set on this Chevy. It looks like it would be great for getting me back and forth to classes at State,” Jack said.

“State? You’re going to State? I went to State six years ago.”

Jack liked the enthusiasm he suddenly heard in Sam’s voice. His hopes rose. Maybe there was still hope of a deal on the Chevy.

“Listen,” Sam continued with a little more animation in his voice and eyes, “You really don’t want a sports coupe for that commute. Trust me. You’re taking the interstate back and forth and the cops love to nail guys in sports cars. Think of something a little less flashy. I have the perfect vehicle for you. It’s a cream colored van. The body’s great, the engine runs perfectly, and there’s a lot of room in the back, if you catch my meaning.”

“A van? I don’t think so.”

“Just take a look at it.”

“I guess it won’t hurt to look,” Jack said. He followed Sam into the garage and he couldn’t help noticing how broad the man’s shoulders were and the fact that his muscles bulged under his white shirt. He thought to himself, “Wonder what he’d be like in bed.” He shook his head quickly to banish the sex fantasy and get his mind back on the reality at hand.

“Hey, Joe!” Sam hollered. “The van finished yet?”

Dressed in a mechanic’s blue coveralls, a man on a dolly rolled himself out from under the Bronco he was repairing and Jack’s mouth dropped wide open. This guy was an Adonis, even covered in garage grease. In another quick private fantasy, Jack could see himself dropping to the greasy floor with this god of a man.

“Yeah, I just finished it. It’s as good as new.”

The mechanic rolled himself back under the Bronco, leaving only his legs and pelvis visible. Jack swallowed hard and hoped Sam had noticed nothing.

Jack walked over to the van and was surprised by it. He was impressed by the captain’s chairs and all the options included. “Go ahead, climb in, get the feel of it!” Jack climbed in and perched himself behind the wheel. It was the first time he had ever been in a van and the feeling was strange, but he liked the sensation of being so high up. Sam walked up to the open window. “We could take it for a test drive.” Sam slapped plates on the van and climbed inside.

Jack was silently amazed at the ease with which the van handled. He turned onto the interstate, added a little more gas, and marveled at the smoothness of the ride.

Sam was quick to speak up. “A nice thing about a van is all the extra leg room. A passenger can really stretch out,” and he stretched his legs out longer and wider apart. “Feels good to stretch out. Never feel cramped.” His hand reached over to Jack. “You feeling a bit cramped?”

“Go for it,” Jack smiled warmly. “Hell of a way to make a sale, but I like the approach.”

“There’s a rest area a half mile up the road. Why not pull over? Then I could really show you the advantages of a van, like all the space in the back, since there’s no third seat.”

Jack flipped on the turn signal, shifted to the right-hand lane, and pulled onto the exit ramp.

“Wheels of Fortune,” a new erotic romance novel by Duncan More, is available from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Kobo ebooks, and the Apple iBookstores. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

August 8, 2014 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, erotic romance, gay romance, love stories, love story, romance | , , | Leave a comment

Accidental President

Political Thriller/Romantic Suspense

Political Thriller/Romantic Suspense

When President Alvarez dies unexpectedly, Enry Pruitt is forced into the foreground where he fears his long held secret may be exposed. The new president is gay, and the object of his affection is an officer in the armed forces of which he is commander-in-chief. Navigating his way through the rough seas of a country in crisis, the inexperienced young president must deal not only with his desires, but with a trail of horrendous atrocities from an unknown assailant as well. When an old friend tries to locate him, Enry fears that a lost weekend in Singapore years ago may threaten his career and so much more.

Excerpt:
Greg Downs crashed into the Newark City diner and crumbled his large frame into a booth. The world was spinning around him with adrenalin pumping out of proportion. He managed to order a cup of coffee from the waitress who wondered if he was on an acid trip. His breathing was labored and he wasn’t sure if he was in the grip of a panic attack. Newark was used to street people living on the edge of sanity. They were merely ignored, and for this moment in time, Greg was grateful that he was blending in. Waves of nausea held him hostage, and he struggled to maintain some kind of poise in the tiny little world of his booth. The mug of coffee arrived and he couldn’t keep his trembling hands around it long enough to lift it to his lips. Thankfully, the waitress had thought to bring him some ice water, and he put his head down to the glass to sip on the liquid coolness. He was hyperventilating and the diner was growing dimmer and dimmer in his vision. Everything was a blur when he finally passed out in his booth, overcome by excitement and the thrill of the most dangerous escapade of his life. He had just blown up the junior U.S. senator from New Jersey.

*****

“My wife and I met when I was in flight school as a dashing young officer and she was a senior in college. We met in a bar of all places and began dating almost immediately. One of the things I loved about her was that she had a streak of nymphomania running through her. I found her terribly exciting and open to almost anything sexually. A few years into the marriage she confessed that she had no desire to have children, which was contrary to everything we had talked about while we were courting. Then she said she wasn’t satisfied in bed and wanted to experiment with another man in our bed, the three of us. I foolishly agreed to it, and one thing led to another, but I discovered I was fonder of having sex with a man than with my wife.”

Enry sat there enthralled and fascinated, and moved. Michael was opening up his deepest secret and shame, and it drew the president more closely into the mystery of General Michael Shimibura.

“One thing evolved into another, and all I wanted sexually was the pleasure and strength of another man. Valerie’s presence began to turn me off completely. I was away a lot on tours of duty, and after ten years of marriage, we were merely orbiting each other, and I officially moved out. I send her an allowance every month and we agree to live apart until I retire. Mr. President, tell me about President Alvarez.”

The question caught Enry off his usual poise, and Michael could tell that the president’s emotions were rising to the fore. Enry stood up, walked behind the sofa, and put his hands down on the back as he faced Michael to answer the question. Michael watched Enry gather the soul within him to answer a question he had not had the time to deal with in the days since the death of Diego Alvarez.

“Diego, sweet Diego. I can’t imagine a better president. He was genuinely gracious, genuinely kind, and genuinely intelligent. He was a peacemaker. He could bring in members of congress who hated him and they would leave offering to polish his winged-tip shoes. And he was personally gracious towards me.

“Diego was a damned good friend, and I wish he were still president.” He was embarrassed by his emotion but couldn’t contain it. For the first time, he had unearthed his sentiment towards his fallen friend and mentor, and felt exposed by the display of his emotion.

Michael rose from his seat and went to his president. “Mr. President, you’ve been through a terrible ordeal, and you need to get all of this out of you. From the beginning, you have handled this with great purpose, and I was genuinely impressed at your swearing-in ceremony, when you held the head of the chief justice to your chest and comforted him. You are a man of great ability to love.”

Enry could feel Michael’s strong hand massaging his shoulder in comfort.

“Mr. President, Enry, in case you haven’t heard it from anyone lately, you’re a wonderful man and a beautiful human being. The most exciting thing I’ve ever known in life has been the past few weeks with you.”

Enry’s ears melted in the calming voice of Michael Shimibura, and after a shared three bottles of wine, he stepped into the abyss. As he looked into Enry’s eyes, his hands moved to unwrap the presidential belt buckle.

“Enry, don’t say a word. I’ll say it for both of us.”

“Accidental President,” political thriller/romantic suspense by Dominic Lacerva, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

June 27, 2014 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, love stories, mystery/suspense, thriller | , , | Leave a comment

Invitation to a Murder

Murder Mystery/Erotic Romance

Murder Mystery/Erotic Romance

“You’re invited to a murder,” the invitation read. Dennis immediately calls 1-800-2 DIE FOR to confirm his acceptance of a weekend in the Poconos, a gift from his friend, Jason. He smiles at his excitement about the affair. Cast in the role of handyman for the weekend, he is certain that he can find something in every cabin in need of a little ‘maintenance.’ The murder mystery weekend is an all gay event that wouldn’t be complete without a few pesky drag queens thrown into the mix of singles and couples. Everything is all fun and games, until the night of the murder when a real murder occurs, making everyone in attendance a suspect.

Excerpt:
A limousine was waiting in front of Dennis’ apartment at exactly six o’clock on Friday evening. He climbed into the spacious back as the driver informed him of the options for pleasure available to him – caviar, champagne, television, oysters on the half-shell, and seafood salad. There was another passenger to be picked up before they headed to the resort where the weekend’s game would begin. They traveled north and then turned east to a little hamlet called Holly.

The driver assisted a young man of about twenty-two years of age with his luggage. For only a weekend stay, Dennis thought that four suitcases was a little much. When he entered the rear of the limo, he took a seat across from Dennis, giving him an ample view of his fellow passenger. He was on the effeminate side, with shoulder-length red hair. He believed in enhancing his looks with a layer of make-up, mascara, and eye liner.

“I’ve never been in a limousine before, so I might as well avail myself of everything here.” He took a bottle of champagne, opened it, and poured himself a glass of bubbly. “Name is Billie. That’s spelled with an “i-e” and no “y.”

Dennis hated drag queens. “My name is Dennis. Nothing fancy about the spelling.”

“Well, hi, Dennis. Join me in some bubbly?”

“Might as well.”

A little sissy-type giggle escaped Billie’s throat.

“Well, Dennis, here’s to you. May we both survive the weekend!” Billie raised his glass in a toast. Dennis thought, The guy may be young and femme, but at least he’s got some style. Billie draped his left leg over his right knee and leaned back as the limousine turned onto the highway.

The chauffeur’s voice came over the intercom system. “Gentlemen, I have been instructed to arrive at the lodge at exactly seven-thirty. We have about forty-five minutes of driving ahead of us, so if you need me for anything, just push the intercom button on the left door. Relax and enjoy yourselves as well as the ride.”

Forty-five minutes trapped with a queen. Well, it could be worse, Dennis thought. It could be an hour.

Dennis asked, “What do you want to do now?”

“I’ve never done it in a limousine. You ever had sex in a limo before?”

“No, I can’t honestly say that I have.”

“Well, do you want to? And yes, I’m usually this direct.”

*****

“Sometime before breakfast, one of you will be killed. It is up to the rest of you to unmask the murderer before Sunday noon. Remember that everyone on the premises is a suspect. Catch the culprit…if you can. Good luck. All clues have been planted. It is up to you to discern and evaluate them. And one word of warning, accept nothing and no one at face value. You all have assigned roles to play. Have fun and remember that anything, and I mean anything, goes!”

Jason thought that maybe he could have fun in bed with his ‘wife’ once he realized it was the young man now in full drag who had arrived with Dennis. After all, there were roles to be performed and the young man playing his wife was definitely sexually alluring once he looked past the make-up and the dress. Billie also liked the feeling of Jason’s hand on his nylon-encased thigh.

As Jason left with Billie, his ‘wife’ for the weekend, he gave Dennis a wink. Dennis turned to Carlo, “He’s going to have a good time tonight. Wish I had a video camera in their room.”

Carlo laughed. “Yeah, I’d say that one is going to learn what ‘wifely duty’ means before the night is over.” Carlo rounded the end of the bar and pressed his lips tightly against Dennis’ lips in a fervent kiss.

Dennis inquired, “Your cabin or mine? A bed is better than here on the floor.”

“Invitation to a Murder,” a deviously sexy murder mystery novel by Duncan More, is available from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, Google, Apple, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

May 23, 2014 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, erotic romance, mystery/suspense, romance | , , | Leave a comment

Aquarian Angels – River

Shifter Romance

Shifter Romance

With long black hair draping down to the small of his back, grey eyes, pectoral muscles with hard pink nipples, a flat stomach, and long toned legs, the Aquarian Angel known as Temptation takes mortal form because he enjoys the sensation of being a beautiful mortal man, and for a reason which only he senses, he knows that something is going to happen this summer in Kip River and he wants to be a part of it. When a young cowboy comes across a group of angels appearing in mortal form as nude men at the edge of the river, they do not run away. They lavish him with kisses and lead him to the angel known as Temptation. Temptation wraps his arms around him, looks into his eyes and smiles. He runs his hands over Shane’s hair and down to his cheek, admiring the hills of his chest. He brings his lips sensually up to Shane’s neck. The seduction of the mortal has begun.

Excerpt:
“Go let Temptation know that we have company,” he said.

Shane began to shake in fear, as he believed they were monsters. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t hurt you, none of us will. Come sit with us,” the angel said while stroking Shane’s chin with the tip of his finger.

The four of them sat against a tree trunk where the ray of sunlight shone down. Up close, Shane noticed how brightly their skin glowed, free of flaws. He had never seen men so beautiful. He had always fantasized about being with three men at the same time but never thought that it would actually happen.

“What is your name?”

“Shane. What are you guys?”

“We are Aquarian Angels, River Angels to be exact,” Sin said unbuttoning a couple of buttons on Shane’s shirt to get a closer look at his chest.

Evil put his arm around Shane and began stroking the side of his face with his fingertips. “We’re not going to harm you.”

Sin began to kiss Shane’s beautiful chest with his soft lips, continuing down to his stomach. Evil brought Shane’s face to his and began to kiss him.

Meanwhile in the river, Temptation took his long hair and began to braid it to squeeze the water out of it. He smiled.

Shane was lost in ecstasy. The mustache above Evil’s lip tickled and brushed against his upper lip, and Sin wanted nothing more than to open the zipper of the cowboy’s jeans, but the mortal wasn’t for him. He was for Temptation who was waiting for him near the river.

“We need to get him to Temptation,” Sin said.

They stopped, leaving Shane wanting so much more.

“There’s someone you must meet. His name is Temptation. He doesn’t speak a word of any language. He is pure lust.” Evil took Shane by the hand. “I’ll take you to him.”

Temptation heard Evil’s footsteps and he let out a lustrous breath causing the tree branches to shake. Evil brought Shane to the bank of the river. “Temptation will meet you here,” he said. As soon as Shane was near the edge of the river, he noticed Temptation standing in the water with his legs apart, his left thumb pulling the waist of his pants down revealing a glimpse of his most intimate self.

“You’re going to love this,” Evil whispered into Shane’s ear.

The seduction of the mortal had begun.

“Aquarian Angels-River,” a shifter romance novel by Justin Kayser, is available from Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance, Kobo, Google, Apple, Barnes & Noble, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

April 25, 2014 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, erotic romance, gay romance, love story | , | Leave a comment

The Cove

Romance Novel

Romance Novel

Young and idealistic, Jon and Dave meet by chance, their friendship growing stronger and leading them to a place neither has been before. Though theirs is a love forbidden, which few understand, they journey across the country together and settle in San Francisco, where they are finally free to be together as they were meant to be. When life takes an unexpected turn, however, the two young lovers are torn apart by a secret which, if unveiled, threatens to bring great shame to the family of one determined to keep them on the straight and narrow.

Excerpt:
We were lying in bed, deep beneath the blankets, cuddling and watching the secondhand TV with the bent rabbit ears we had rescued from the trash.

“Come here.”

He kissed me deeply and passionately as we held each other tightly.

We were a part of each other. Somewhere along the way we had become one.

“Have you ever felt this way before?” I asked.

“No. I’ve been in love before, but never like this.”

“Me either,” I said.

“Not even with Karen?” he asked.

“No, never like this. This is different.”

He lay there next to me, staring into my eyes. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. They were the happiest days of my life, being so young and alive and free, and helplessly in love with Jon.

*****

“I hear there are a lot of weirdoes in San Francisco. That’s where your apartment was, right?”

“Right off of Haight, near Ashbury. That’s where all the hippies used to hang out,” he chuckled.

“Aren’t there a lot of, you know, queers there too?”

Jon became uneasy, “I suppose.”

“Jon, just what are you two doing?”

“What do you mean, Mrs. Sharp?” The uneasiness was turning to dread.

“C’mon Jon, I saw you two in the van.”

“We were just playing around.”

“Kissing each other? Is that what you call playing around?” she continued. “Is that what you did all summer?” she said beginning to cry, “You were…like that? Is that what you want, everyone calling you a queer, a faggot?”

“It’s not like that, Mrs. Sharp…we love each other.”

“You can’t love each other like that, Jon. It’s sick. You’ll both burn in hell. You know his father will disown him. It will kill him to think he has a son like that. It will destroy both of you, and it will ruin your lives forever.” She continued, “If you really love him Jon, you won’t do this. You can still be friends, just not like that.”

“But I don’t have anyone left. I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“The Cove”, a romance novel by D.T. Peterson, is available from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance, Kobo, Google, Apple, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

April 11, 2014 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, erotic romance, love stories, romance | , | Leave a comment

Nevada Pines

Erotic Romance

Erotic Romance

Following an over-the-top all gay tour of Europe, Paul settles into his career where he is given free rein to turn rundown properties into gold mines. Thinking outside of the box, he deviates from the norm a little and transforms a desolate place far from the beaten path into a gay resort. With a staff that includes two French hustlers he met in Rome, a blond haired blue eyed Nordic god as a bartender who knows all the right moves, as well as additional staff ready to serve in any capacity, a website where reservations are made at the simple click of a pine tree icon, not to mention the all important lover that Paul met in Europe, NEVADA PINES is born. The premier resort for a romantic weekend, a brief getaway for a night to enjoy the amenities, a discreet hook-up, or a menage with many possibilities, but always classy, NEVADA PINES welcomes you!!

Excerpt:
I was approached by two men who asked if I would be so kind as to take their picture. They were both very good looking and while neither would ever be considered as a model for the cover of a physical fitness magazine, they had the most penetrating brown eyes and the longest eyelashes I had ever noticed. When I agreed, they handed me a camera and wrapped their arms around each other’s waist. I snapped but the flash didn’t fire. They quickly fixed the problem and resumed their pose. This time everything worked perfectly. We chatted briefly and I told them I was from California and here having a good time before starting work.

Evidently the term “having a good time” triggered something because they asked if they could be part of a good time.

“What do you mean?” I naively asked.

“Un ménage a trios,” said the one. I checked them out for a few minutes and felt that I would be totally safe, as I was much stronger than they, but I decided against it. Then I saw them pull the same camera routine on three other guys with no success. They were quite good at hustling. It was a unique ploy. As I sat there sipping my coffee, I got to thinking how erotic it would be having two guys at the same time.

Mustering up the rest of my forgotten French, I hollered, “Garcon, ici!”

They ignored me at first, until I pulled out my wallet. They sauntered over slowly, knowing the fish was on their hook. “Hotel Central,” I said.

“Wow” said the quiet one.

When we got to the hotel room, they wasted no time shedding their clothes, and then they began to undress me. It was like a synchronized water ballet the way they moved. When we were done and showered, and the finances taken care of, Philippe seemed eager to depart, but the quiet one refused to get dressed. He flopped back on the bed. “I want more,” Pierre responded in English for my benefit. I obliged. Philippe stood watching for a few minutes and then he came over, climbed on the bed and simply said, “No charge this time.”

*****

Wednesday was the day. Bill was coming. I put clean sheets on the bed, knowing full well they would be destroyed by the next morning. I tidied up everything. I dusted, I vacuumed, I washed, I wiped, I scrubbed. And then it was off to the airport. We were at the terminal by 7:00 p.m. with an hour to wait, which turned into two hours since the plane was held up in Salt Lake City by a severe thunderstorm. I knew the travel gods were teasing me on purpose, increasing my frustration at waiting to see my beloved. But finally there he was – live and in person. I couldn’t wait to get my arms around him in a hug. Right there in the airport, he planted the biggest kiss he could on my lips, and it felt wonderful.

Bill might have been exhausted from eighteen hours of air travel, but he never showed it for a moment. He was as hot for me as I was for him. Barely was the hotel room door closed and a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hanging on the outside doorknob before the buttons on my shirt went flying across the room as he literally ripped my shirt open. It was pure animal lust between the two of us.

“Nevada Pines”, a new erotic romance novel by Duncan More, is available from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo ebooks, and the Apple iBookstores. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

March 7, 2014 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, erotic fiction, erotic romance, gay romance, love stories | , , , | Leave a comment

Aristotle: FORTUNE

Science Fiction

Science Fiction

ASSIGNED TO KILL HIM; UNABLE TO RESIST HIM.

I still remember the day the world ended. The newspapers said the same thing. It’s remarkable how many times you hear something before it becomes completely indistinguishable from the truth. ‘The New England town of Tetra, New Hampshire and the Southern California city of Winchester Falls have been decimated due to a viral outbreak of an unidentified protean compound by a clandestine Thanatos terrorist cell known only as ‘The Agency’.’

I had come to Tetra in search of a man named Aristotle Lauder who may have been connected to the Winchester incident. It turns out I was wrong. Having been betrayed by the only man I thought I could trust, I managed to escape the horror.

No one could have imagined the series of events that would follow that horrible night.

*****

Recent terrorist incidents are rumored to be the work of a clandestine group, and a human woman by the name of Eloise Huntington is trying desperately to learn the truth about them – the Thanatos.

A dark conspiracy begins this gripping novel as a powerful computer virus is uploaded to the GRID, the hub of the world’s electronic communications networks, virtually decimating communication across the globe. As the race begins to combat the powerful forces that conspired to bring human civilization to a standstill, Aristotle discovers a secret link to his past in the form of Byron Appleyard, who has been assigned to assassinate him. Falling for the enemy was not supposed to happen.

Excerpt:
Isa Delcarmen walked out of the helicopter cabin into the dark stormy night, the cold air whipping at her narrow cheekbones. Behind her, Matthew Christopher was silent as he removed the seat-belt choked around his slim waist. It was almost dark here. The city below was bustling under an ocean of neon advertisements and shimmering street lights. Sports cars raced through the winding streets, their shrill honking only a quiet gasp all the way atop the towering skyscraper.

Three armed guards flanked them as the two visitors walked to the white door near the edge of the helipad. One of them shook Isa’s cool hand. She noticed he was shivering. It had been raining all day here, she heard the chopper pilot mumble. The scientists in front of them nervously typed in a code on a silver keypad to the right of the metallic door. A light on the panel turned green and the group was let inside, one at a time, as the door made an electronic whirring noise. Isa held her breath as the armed guard walked in front of her down the steps inside.

Matthew was silent behind her. His intense gaze peered around the bright white sterile walls of the corridor. He paid attention to everything, noting every detail, every crevice, and every scratch in the otherwise immaculate wall. He had on his fancy brand of aftershave–one that Isa had enjoyed for the duration of the flight despite its arguable toxicity and the even more dubious intention behind it. The smell had filled the tiny helicopter cabin. The morose man had been quiet though for almost the entire flight, which made her anxious. His variable unpredictability was a liability, and nothing could go wrong now. Nothing at all.

*****

Aristotle was sitting erect in a chair as Byron walked in not five minutes after him. It was dark in the room. Byron didn’t make any noise. He watched Aristotle carefully. His feet were still on the hardwood floor beneath him. Dust gently blew across the creaking floorboards as he walked inside.

“Did you know me before?” Aristotle asked.

Byron was silent.

Aristotle continued in a wavering, drunk voice, “You knew who I was. I’ve seen you before. I’ve dreamed about you.” Aristotle spoke as he was putting the pieces together. His eyes flashed excitedly. “You knew I was one of them. You are too.” There were empty whiskey bottles at his feet. He walked over and leaned in to kiss Byron. Byron pushed him away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Aristotle,” Byron murmured quietly.

“You’re-you’re a liar. You’ve known who I was since last year. You’ve been following me, stalking me!” Aristotle shouted. He stood up and walked towards Byron in the dark. The floorboards creaked below him. Dust kicked up below him. Byron’s features were illuminated by the new angle of the light. They were different somehow, twisted by some unseen malign presence in the room. “You did this to me,” Aristotle barked as he grabbed Byron’s face. His eyes were glowing. They were yellow like a reptile’s.

Aristotle stood over him and sneered at him. There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. “Why am I like this? Why is this happening to me?”

“What?” Byron asked weakly.

“Becoming this! Becoming this–this thing!” he roared.

“Aristotle: FORTUNE”, science fiction by J.J. Dunford, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, Google Play, All Romance ebooks, Kobo ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

February 14, 2014 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, erotic romance, gay romance, science fiction | , , , , | Leave a comment

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