Master of Criminals – Under Siege

International Crime Thriller

After the Master is shot, the shroud of mystery surrounding him thickens. There is one person who knows his true identity and he has vowed to protect the Master until his dying day. But the enemy of all enemies arrives in Canada to deal with the Master in his own way. Carefully kidnapping him, he places the Master in a wooden crate without food or water for several days as they journey to a destination unknown to the Master. When they reach their destination, the Master is greeted by someone he thought he would never have to face again, and welcomed to hell. No one knows if time will run out for the Master before he can be rescued and his true identity revealed.

******

Vladimir smiled with cruelty. The Master had tried to foil their plan many times. Since Julian’s arrest, Ryzdul became nearly obsessed with capturing the Master. They tried often to locate him or access his files, but the European Community kept his files in absolute secrecy. Thus, they didn’t know the Master’s real name. With Julian, Iain, and Vallen, Vladimir determined how to proceed and he became annoyed with his partners who only wished to grab their sex toys. As for Vladimir, his only goal was to capture the Master and bring him to Ryzdul. Derek would be an asset to help Vladimir obtain information from the Master. Thus, Vladimir decided to join Julian and wait for Derek’s return. Luck was on Vlad’s side, as Derek showed up sooner than they had expected. Vladimir ordered Derek to call the Master, otherwise Derek’s brother would be beaten. Derek dutifully obeyed, and after that Vlad strangled Derek slowly. Even though Derek didn’t beg for his life, Vlad knew he would when the actual pain began. Then Vlad would stop worrying about producing visible marks of torture and would only focus on causing pain at the place Ryzdul prepared for the Master. Lost in sweet thoughts, Vlad almost forgot where he was when the door opened and the Master finally appeared in front of him. For the first time, Vladimir smiled as he watched the surprise on the Master’s face when he recognized Vladimir. No one would expect that would come to Canada to get involved in a mission like this one.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person after all these years, Master,” Vladimir said, kneeling near Derek to push his gun threateningly against his head.

This is the second of three books in the Master of Criminals series.

“Master of Criminals – Under Siege,” a gripping international crime novel by A.J. Reyes, is available in the Apple iBookstores, from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, Google Play, All Romance ebooks, Sony, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon.

Master of Criminals

International Crime Thriller

A group of hackers is attempting to defraud the Canadian banking system. Investigations conducted by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP), the O’Unit (Ontario), are inconclusive since this particular type of fraud is unheard of. The Superintendent of the Department of Electronic Fraud, Derek Savill, receives an unexpected and well written e-mail signed by a certain Master of Criminals stating that he needs to speak with him regarding the course of his investigations. Derek does not take the e-mail seriously and continues to work with his team mate and best friend, Adam. That night, however, when Derek arrives home, an intruder is waiting for him. Derek is hit in the head, blindfolded, and cuffed to his own bed. The stranger informs him that on that same night he will kidnap one of Derek’s brothers. Oddly, the criminal assures Derek that his brother will be treated well as long as Derek meets his requirements regarding the course of his investigations. The Master of Criminals is elusive, intelligent, and not who he appears to be.

Master of Criminals is an action packed, gripping international crime story.

Excerpt:
The signatory named himself Master of Criminals. Due to Derek’s profession and his excellent investigation results, however, he received hundreds of threats. Normally the threats were not as refined or well written as the one he received that morning, as they only stated that he would be killed. Sometimes the different manners of his supposed death were even described. The respectful tone of the threat ignited a tiny flame of curiosity in his mind.

“Derek, they attacked again.”

“Who was the target this time?” Derek asked blankly.

“A socialite. Her name is,” Adam consulted his notes and added, “Charlene Harrison.”

This one was famous, Derek realized, as he recognized her name from newspapers and magazine covers. The case was maddening since Adam never had trouble finding flaws in others’ procedures or arguments. This case defied their abilities in different ways, such as the apparent lack of failures, the poor connection between the victims, the inventive methods, and the new employee lent to their department by the technical area.

The gang, as it appeared to be the work of much more than one man, so far had attacked only wealthy women across the Canadian territory. Systematically they stole their data and banking passwords and relieved all funds they might have deposited. The traditional means of tracking electronic fraud had not worked and this case astonished them all. No spyware, sniffers, or Trojan horses. Not a malware in SQL. Not an evidence of cloning sites or phishing e-mails or known scams. Up to now they failed to locate the source of the fake IP. How had they done it? To complicate everything even further, among the victims there were no known connections, other than the fact that they were all loaded women. To make everything worse, the case had fallen into the interest of the press, which caused their superior to determine it a priority.

The modus operandi was always the same. All the funds were transferred, although the encrypted data stored in the financial systems remained the same. Despite this, the hacked financial institutions didn’t seem to know where the funds were transferred to, as the internal codes were switched. It was as if the money had never existed. It had already happened four times, with different women and different independent financial institutions. Derek had considered internal involvement and interrogated numerous employees, without success.

This is the first of three books in the Master of Criminals series.

“Master of Criminals,” a gripping international crime novel by A.J. Reyes, is available in the Apple iBookstores, from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, Google Play, All Romance ebooks, Sony, and Coffeetime Romance.

Stolen Paradise

SciFi/Time Travel

Dylan meets a man on the beach after he witnesses the stranger’s unfortunate rendezvous with a swarm of jellyfish. He looks like something out of a bad science fiction movie, covered with an unholy mess of jellyfish tentacles and stings. As Dylan picks the tentacles from the man’s body, the two men discover they have much in common, and soon afterward a sensuous romance begins. Passionate lovers and young scientists devoted to understanding the nature of genetics, the two men cannot imagine life without the other, but neither knows what the future holds, or does he?

Excerpt:
As I reached for my towel, I stole a glance at him. As he pulled off his shirt and pants, I couldn’t help but gawk. He has to be a newbie tourist. His white alabaster body was a dead giveaway, along with his ‘fer shure’ hotel towel. He was so hot that it didn’t matter. I tried to ignore him and look busy, when he turned towards me. Our eyes locked briefly, and then he nodded and went about his business. I shrugged mentally and made myself comfortable, or tried to. It didn’t last, as I felt an ominous change in his emotions. He smiled and walked down to the water line. Something felt wrong. He looked out at the grey oily ocean and ran into the water, jumping the surf before diving headlong into the waves.

Is he nuts? Doesn’t he see the jellyfish?

Instinctively, I pulled on my clam diggers and shirt, and ran like a striped assed ape after him, clearing a path through the jellyfish. All the way out to him, a sense of urgency bordering on panic dogged me. When I got to him he was wrapped up in six or seven good-sized Portuguese Man O’ Wars and thrashing about wildly, which only made matters worse. My heart was pounding like a trip hammer as I wrestled him back to the beach. He looked like something out of a bad science fiction movie, covered with an unholy mess of jellyfish tentacles and stings.

******

“May I take a shower? I smell disgusting!”

“You don’t stink to me, but you can shower on one condition: that I shower with you,” I said with a wink and a grin.

Well, more of a leer.

That was the first of what would be many great showers; something we still do. Since this was the first time either of us had truly made love, we wanted to make it last. As we kissed, I closed my eyes and gently played my fingers over the taut skin of his back and flanks. His skin was silky soft over the tight hard muscles. I pulled away from him far enough to look into his vibrant blue eyes before I slid around his body to press up against his back. He let out a big sigh as he reached around me to hold me closer. I spent several minutes washing all around the objects of my desire, while avoiding them directly, for awhile anyway.

“Stolen Paradise”, science fiction/time travel romance by Kiel Bei, is available in the Apple iBookstores, from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, All Romance ebooks, Kobo ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

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https://itunes.apple.com/ch/book/stolen-paradise/id590253132?mt=11 – Switzerland

In Her Arms

Lesbian Love Story

Ashley, a semi-pro surfer from Canada, meets Josafina, a professional photographer, in Italy.  With a picnic on the beach, romance begins, but time and distance between them as well as cultural differences regarding a love such as theirs threatens to end their romance.  Perhaps a casual fling is all they can hope for, or is there some way for the two women to be together?

Excerpt:
I heard her lock the door behind us and before I could say a word, she pressed her body to mine, kissing me strongly and moving her hands up my back.  I was surprised by her move, but aroused nonetheless.  Her kisses were damp and passionate.  As she rubbed her cheek next to mine, I could feel the heat of her body which stimulated me.  She was definitely the aggressor.   The room began to pulsate and I didn’t want to miss a moment of this beautiful, sexy woman seducing me.  She looked at me and smiled, taking my hand in hers, and walking me to her bed. 

******

Within fifteen minutes we arrived at her place.  It was a tropical hideaway set amidst tall coconut palms which sported an inviting hammock, a mango tree filled with fruit, and a row of banana trees.  The building was a restored plantation house, painted colorfully with soft yellow walls, aqua trim and a hot pink door.  My heart was beating fast as Josafina put the key in the door and turned the handle.  The breeze was blowing the curtains wildly as we entered the living room/kitchen.  As Josafina locked the door behind us, I kissed the back of her neck.  It was a slow, moist kiss on her warm, salty skin.  She sighed and her shoulders dropped.  I slid my arms around her waist and she turned and looked deeply into my eyes.  We gazed upon one another’s souls for moments before having our first long kiss. 

“In Her Arms,” a lesbian love story, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, the Amazon stores, Rainbow ebooks, Kobo ebooks, Bookstrand, Coffeetime Romance, and All Romance ebooks.  Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

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https://itunes.apple.com/ie/book/in-her-arms/id583713522?mt=11 - Ireland

https://itunes.apple.com/nz/book/in-her-arms/id583713522?mt=11 - New Zealand

 

Bridesmen of Madison County

Humorous Romantic Fiction

A beautiful five-star resort in the Pocono Mountains is the setting for the grand wedding of sexy Soap Opera star, Ricardo Santiago, and his fiancée.  The wedding planner in charge is Madison County, a hefty and outspoken woman, and a fashion disaster in a blue satin blouse tucked into a baggy pair of white linen slacks over blue open-toed wedges.  She lurks over her uproarious followers like the Evil Queen from a child’s nightmare.  As the many bridesmen arrive, each brings unique drama, with an older man and his boy toy only a sampling of the eclectic mix.  The entire resort quickly becomes a media free-for-all with camera crews, television reporters and mobs of parasitic fans slithering about, and one particularly obnoxious reporter eager to uncover the many skeletons in the closets of the wedding couple and stake her claim to media fame.  With her sharp eye and even sharper tongue, she hunts the audience like a starving king cobra looking for its prey. 

With its over-the-top drama, humor, and truths uncovered, both good and bad, “Bridesmen of Madison County” is a heartwarming novel of extraordinary people living extraordinary lives.

Excerpt:
The front door of T.J. Bookers swung open with a mighty force.  The gust of cold winter air toppled the magazine rack near the checkout counter.

 “Is it me or are these Twi-hards getting younger and younger every day?” laughed Shannon O’Rourke.  “Bring the equipment in, boys.  You can set up the cameras when that entire little sideshow leaves.”  Shannon snapped her compact shut and smacked the strawberry flavored gloss over both lips.  She stood perfectly still, except for her head, which hunted the audience like a starving king cobra looking for its prey.  It wasn’t long before the hard-hitting journalist spotted the familiar face of Evan Merck, and released her venom.  “Oh look, it’s Twinky Dinky.  Where are the rest of the tubbies and your bunk buddy, Father Time?”

“Let me tell you something, Hagatha.  I may be a ‘twinky’, but at least my dinky has seen a hell of a lot more action than your old, dried-out, cobweb collector,” Evan retorted. 

Evan Merck was an attractive twenty-two-year-old with light red hair and eyes the color of a tropical ocean that he would use to melt the most evil of hearts.  The young man benefited from a beautiful smile and a gym fed body which he offered to both the gentlemen and the young ladies. 

******

Madison County rode in the back seat of the Lincoln Town Car hollering into her smartphone at a former client.  The hefty woman with her newly processed pink highlights took a deep breath and popped a lemon Jolly Rancher into her mouth.  “Why do I always seem to get hired only by drama queens and lunatic lesbians?”  Madison vented to the driver.  Madison County had a tall stature, with auburn hair highlighted with pink streaks and worn in what could only be described as a crushed beehive.  Her oval face and bright red lips rested atop linebacker shoulders.  She was carrying a pair of double D’s that she strutted high and proud underneath her dreadful attempt at fashion.  Madison wore a blue satin blouse that tied high around her neck tucked into a baggy pair of white linen slacks over blue open-toed wedges.  The final nail in the project scumway disaster was the faded blue wool blazer and the fifties styled horn-rimmed glasses that had some guests questioning the true sexuality of the wedding planner. 

“Bridesmen of Madison County,” an over-the-top, humorous, action packed romance by Mark Thornton, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, the Amazon stores, Rainbow ebooks, Kobo ebooks, Bookstrand, Coffeetime Romance, and All Romance ebooks.  Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.  This book is also available in print.

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https://itunes.apple.com/nz/book/bridesmen-of-madison-county/id581677906?mt=11 - New Zealand

https://itunes.apple.com/ch/book/bridesmen-of-madison-county/id581677906?mt=11 - Switzerland

 

Grow a Pair

Transgender Romance

When dramatic changes begin to occur in Callie, she fears they may be the result of a chemical spill from a plant ten miles from where she lives.  Catching her boyfriend cheating on her, she moves in with a woman, but her attraction to her new roommate makes her question her own sexuality.  Is she falling in love with a woman?  How can she possibly explain what is going on inside her own body and that her transformation may not be complete?  Her roommate will surely think she has lost her mind.

Excerpt:
The bar was just what I had been longing for: the dim lighting, the soft breeze coming in off the beach, and the smooth glass in my hand.  When I had returned to the hotel earlier, I had found Bob deep in a young twenty-something who I recognized as our waitress from the big party the night before.  After a hearty slap to his amazed face, I grabbed my things and headed to the airport.  There I had lost it in the ladies room, crying my eyes out on the cold plastic toilet seat.  I had just gotten to the last sniffles when there was a knock at the door.  

When I emerged, I had come face to face with a gorgeous green-eyed blonde, her tight derriere poured into the most flattering jeans I had ever seen.  The swell of her luscious bosom was enough to make my head spin, even as I tried to focus on her face.

“My name’s Cheryl.  You okay?” she asked again, handing me a tissue.  

“No,” I managed honestly, taking the proffered tissue and blowing my nose.  “I’m Callie and it has been a day from hell.  I don’t know what to do, and the last thing I want is to get on a plane.”

“Then tell you what, Callie,” she said with a wink.  “Let me buy you a drink at the bar down the terminal.  I’ve had a day myself, and I could use another woman to talk to.”

My stomach twisted, knowing that I couldn’t afford to miss my flight, not even for this perfect angel.  “I can’t.  I’ve got no money for another flight if I miss this one.”

“Then you’re in luck,” she said, taking one of my bags.  “Not only am I a pilot; I also own my own plane.  Come on.”

I trailed after her, biting my lip, but unable to say no.

“Grow a Pair,” a transgender romance fiction ebook by Tara Fox Hall, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, the Amazon stores, Rainbow ebooks, Kobo ebooks, Bookstrand, Coffeetime Romance, and All Romance ebooks.  Coming soon to Sony.  Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

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https://itunes.apple.com/br/book/grow-a-pair/id575922131?mt=11 - Brazil

https://itunes.apple.com/ca/book/grow-a-pair/id575922131?mt=11 - Canada

https://itunes.apple.com/cr/book/grow-a-pair/id575922131?mt=11 - Costa Rica

https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/grow-a-pair/id575922131?mt=11 - Great Britain

https://itunes.apple.com/ie/book/grow-a-pair/id575922131?mt=11 - Ireland

 

Men Overboard!

Gay Cruise Mystery with Lots of Humor

Hairstylist Aaron Turner doesn’t consider himself overweight; just under height.  As stylish as he is outgoing, he brings a Carrie Bradshaw like wardrobe in extra large and a fierce attitude to this adventure on the high seas, not knowing that a killer has come along for the week long cruise as well. 

Friends Aaron Turner and Phillip Baxter have not yet settled in when the bodies begin piling up.  The best pals begin to think the passengers of the Titanic booked better tickets when they find themselves linked to the dead bodies.  Becoming suspects, they must clear their names before the ship returns to Fort Lauderdale.  Without a weapon, Aaron is left with only his wit to try and capture a killer before he becomes part of the body count. 

Luckily, his tongue is as sharp as his styling razor, so he is up to the task with flair and bravado!

Excerpt:
“Southern Dawn.  Sounds like a drag queen from Memphis,” Aaron Turner said while looking up at the huge ship.  His friend Phillip Baxter did not reply.  “Swimming pools, luxury spa, two dining rooms, three bars all spread over twelve decks,” the stout man adjusted a pair of vintage Chanel sunglasses perched on the end of his round nose.  The cruise they were embarking on had been planned by Phillip as a holiday surprise for him and his now ex, a muscular young beauty who in the course of their relationship had done more tricks than Criss Angel.  Phillip was going to cancel the cruise but Aaron, his best friend and one of Seattle’s leading hairstylists, begged, threatened, whined and cajoled until they found themselves on the gangway that bright February morning. 

“You haven’t been on a vacation in six years and have already paid, so take me!  It’ll be fun.  If you don’t go now, when?  Are you gonna wait until Streisand goes back to Broadway or the Pope begins performing gay weddings?”

With friends like Aaron, you did not need enemies.  Aggression worked well for him.  Like Tallulah Bankhead, he was the kind of guy who had “slept with men, women and the odd piece of furniture.”  The hairstylist was on vacation and nothing short of a Lusitania style tragedy was going to stop him from cramming fun into every second.  Men equaled fun so he wanted to get the lay of the land as soon as possible. 

Humming, Aaron left the spacious cabin, moving down the long narrow corridor smiling and saying, “Hello darling!” to everyone he met, one of his standard greetings.  His smile widened with each step as he ogled his fellow passengers. 

This time out the great ship was not going to be filled with honeymooners, retirees or fish belly white business people looking for midwinter fun and sun.  Southern Dawn had been chartered by a gay cruise company and was packed stem to stern with gay men of all vanilla, leather, twink, drag, bear and gymbot persuasion.  The voyage would also include a sprinkling of female friends and lesbians who liked to party with their boys. 

Going down a wide set of stairs Aaron turned down another long corridor, happily pushing his way through the crowds of men going in and out of cabin doorways.  Near the end of the long hallway, Aaron could not help but stop next to the partially open door of a balcony view cabin.  A young shirtless blond was sprawled in one of the club chairs, head back, rosebud shaped lips slightly parted.  His radiant beauty caught Aaron’s breath.  Stepping closer to the doorway, the hairstylist looked in for a moment before clearing his throat. 

Aaron broke men into three categories: those who were convinced they would always be in long term relationships; those who thought Mr. Right was never to be found; and those in his favorite category who knew how to flirt and enjoyed the buffet of men that life offered.  Aaron could have sex, a date and be engaged with a series of different guys all in the space of one evening out.  The popular stylist felt that, like soda and abs, boys should be six packed. 

Getting no response from the young man in the chair, Aaron stretched out a hand and tapped on the open door. 

“Helllooo,” he called a bit louder and getting no reply, he stepped into the sunlit cabin.  While he and Phillip had flown all night from Seattle, this kid must have come in on a high from Maui Wowie from the way he was zonked out.  Reaching over to stroke a hand onto the bare, tan skin of the young man’s muscular shoulder, Aaron smiled, then recoiled his fingers. 

The sun bronzed flesh was cold to his touch.  Stepping in between the wide spread legs of the young blond, Aaron chanced a further peek over into his face to find a pair of bright blue eyes open and staring back at him blankly.

“Men Overboard,” a murder mystery packed with humor and adventure on a gay cruise, by James Brock, is available in the Apple iBookstores, from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, All Romance ebooks, Sony, and Coffeetime Romance. 

Prized Son

Gay Erotic Fiction

Introduction:
Cruising the airport in clever disguises, the prince is on the hunt for a mate for his son.  The devious man waits patiently for an unsuspecting tourist or businessman to wander away from the flock.  Prepared to use any means necessary, including kidnapping, to give his son what he craves, the prince is determined to present his prized son with the commodity bought and sold for centuries as “white gold.”

Excerpt:
It was not difficult to spot that one lone wolf in a sea of outgoing tourists and businessmen.  The prince was wise and could easily tailor his plans as necessary.  He waited where he usually did in the busy airport.  The whitest of gold could always be found near the terminals destined for the northern European countries and during certain times of the year those terminals whose visitors were destined for theUnited States.

******

Asad stood and his father was pleased by the sight that met his eyes.  His son was dark which would please the gods, but he knew there was not much time left.  The prince was getting on in years and he needed to begin his search in earnest tonight.  Asad was beautiful, his body muscular and toned.  He was tall and sexy, though no woman would ever please him.  The prince had discovered his son’s secret years ago.  His son craved the forbidden and nearing his thirtieth year, it was time for the son of the prince to receive that which he deserved. 

Tonight the prince would wait patiently at the airport for a man who had wandered from the herd.  There was no turning back now.  The prince would bring his son the white gold that would satisfy his cravings.  It was not good for a man to be seen at the baths the way his son was seen…lurking, leering, and desiring that which was expected to be desired with a woman. 

The prince had everything arranged for his son, everything except for the prize.  The prince looked regal tonight as he donned his formal attire in preparation of his journey. 

“Where are we going, father?” 

“Stay here tonight, Asad.  I will bring you something, but first you must sleep.” 

 “Prized Son”, gay erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available in the Amazon Kindle Stores, B&N, Sony Reader Store, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1 Erotica ebooks, 1 Place for Romance.  Website – http://www.beautobeau.com.  Coming soon to the iBookstores.

Leo the Lyin’

GLBT Fiction

Introduction:
Leo has eagerly awaited his first real world job for years and opening the door to J Men’s Designs is a sure ticket to a long and lucrative future.  The owners are wealthy, egotistical, and have contacts the world over.  When asked to meet with an influential client, Leo escorts one of the J men to a penthouse suite.  The man who holds his future in his hands has made plans for many evenings, to be sure, but not with clients.  The sexy man known as Pierre is determined to show Leo that ‘variety is the spice of life’, and he leaves him with a wink.  But Leo is engaged to be married, and straight as an arrow, or so he thought.

Excerpt:
He took a seat next to Pierre and if the cost of the meal was any indication for the remainder of the evening, he was sure he owed him something.  They had a bottle of one of the finest wines, from France of course, and Pierre asked if he wanted to take a walk to the finer side of the city.

“I thought we were already there.” 

The well dressed man laughed and ushered Leo to an awaiting limousine.  Once inside, he closed the partition and whispered, “I’m asking you to spend the night.” 

Leo immediately stiffened.  He looked straight ahead, glancing occasionally at Pierre.  “I’m straight!”  He wanted to shout it but he kept quiet.  He didn’t dare mess with his chances of being a designer.  The limo driver stopped the car and Pierre was the perfect gentleman as he escorted Leo to his penthouse apartment.

******

Kara picked up the clothes that had been tossed onto the floor and laid them on a chair.  Something fell out of Leo’s pants pocket and she picked it up.  She felt sick.  Is he cheating on me?  She waited for him and when he walked into the room she turned onto her side.

“What’s new at work?” 

“Nothing.” 

Feeling suddenly bold, she got up and pulled the item from Leo’s pants pocket.  She held it to his face and shouted, “Who is she?”

“Who?” 

“Is she why you were late the other night and again last night?”

“There is no other woman, Kara.  I swear it.”  His heart was beating fast and he desperately searched for a plausible lie.

“Leo the Lyin’,” glbt erotic romance by S. Pearce, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Amazon Kindle Stores, B&N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, 1 Erotica ebooks, and 1 Place for Romance.  Website – http://www.beautobeau.com.

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Panda Heart

One-of-a-Kind Love Story

Introduction:
The sexy Artie Eaton whose legal name is R 2 D-Two (courtesy of his Star Wars obsessed parents) did not have a traditional childhood.  Left mainly to his own devices, he never knew love until he met Randy.  The two men, each with a complicated past, give each other what is missing in their lives as they build a dream life together.  When the dark sides of their lives collide, trouble begins.  Secrets from their pasts, coupled with harsh and hurtful words, tear them apart.  Moving on, each man tries to find happiness but deep down they both feel unworthy of true happiness.  Randy, who had been lovingly nicknamed “Panda”, seems to have found happiness without Artie, but has he?  Is Artie, the man who gave Randy the endearing nickname, happy without him or does he have no other choice but to live with a Panda heart and without his Panda? 

Excerpt:
Stepping out from around the end of the bank of lockers, I swear time began moving in slow motion, every head swiveled to stare, and it was all I could do to suppress a big gay gasp.  Six foot-wow of tan, bumped with muscle on top, runner lean legs on bottom blond, the guy looked like a Michelangelo sculpture come to life.  That hair! Dear sweet Jupiter!  Surfer boy shaggy and streaked in browns and blonds as if each strand had been hand colored.  The thick hair grew out so naturally it looked like a scissor had never been near it.  I’m not a shy guy by any means and easy enough on the eye, but when this vision glanced my way I twisted my head.  It almost hurt to look at him, kind of like staring into the sun.  I gave my laces a final tug and stood just in time to look up and see him looking back at me AND SMILING!

******

Randy was fun and easy to talk to, had a dry sense of humor and was much better being together one on one than in a group.  Or perhaps he was okay with groups as long as Corey was not part of them, which I did kinda understand.  The kid could blister wallpaper off with his scathing remarks and his tongue could have been registered as a lethal weapon after a few drinks.

******

I am told of Randy sightings through friends although I have made it clear I do not want to know who he is with or what he is up to.  He is seen at the gym, at a play, on the street.  While I want not to hear about him, I would still accept a call (or a note or flowers or a rock through my window-anything to show me that he KNOWS I AM STILL ALIVE!).

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We ended up at the BIG club, yes, THAT one.  The one whose alley smells like a public urinal trough and has been around longer than dirt, where the boy’s room has a name and the women’s room might as well be the men’s room for all of the urinating done standing in its stalls over the years.  It’s an old barn; Cain and Able were their first Go-Go dancers.   Despite the fact that we are dancing and drinking in a big Gay ruin, we are having that Gay old time we are known for when I spot the Panda.

The Panda does not dance or go out.  The Panda would rather have his ears dipped in chocolate than be caught in this place.  SomeONE has caused Randy to become Panda the Brave!  Panda the Tolerant!  Panda the weeknight goer outer, which he usually is NOT.  So the someONE who has caused him to leave the Panda Condo is NOT me.  The Panda is with someONE else.

“Panda Heart”, a one-of-a-kind love story by James Brock, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Amazon, Sony, B&N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, 1 Place for Romance, All Romance ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance.  Also available in print from Amazon.

For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Picture Above.