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?
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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Former child star RJ Stone has made the transition from kid actor to having a huge career in major movies as a young adult. Handsome, talented, and not the brightest bulb on the string, he is sweet, kind, and smart enough to follow the directions of his crack staff.
Roman heads up public relations and basic living skills, teaching RJ things like putting soiled clothing into a hamper, as in real life there is no wardrobe department.
Silent, sexy (and deadly) Roy is in charge of security for the star, keeping stalkers at a distance and a secret to himself.
Lupe runs everything else home related, from cooking and cleaning to rotating food out of the freezer, which leads Roman chasing across LA to retrieve what could be a very embarrassing item if it turned up as a spot on TMZ or Entertainment Tonight.
From neighbors who resent living next to the star, to a possible black market poultry ring and some of his staff finding love in all the wrong places, the life of RJ Stone is overflowing with Star Power.
Roman Wilson, RJ’s assistant – that’s me. Meaning, I’m also his teacher, stalker tender, companion, hand holder, sometimes friend, and frequently, reverse pimp.
Yeah, I know. What is a reverse pimp?
See, my employer, one of America’s little sweethearts, has a huge schlong he would dip into every man and woman he met in place of a handshake if he could. Oh, RJ isn’t gay or even bi. He’s just a horny little toad who has been so isolated from the rest of the world and how it works that he doesn’t know that not everyone gets pie and ‘a little something extra’ for dessert just because they are in the movies.
I had just fallen into a light sleep when my phone rang, making me jump bolt upright like it was the Bat Signal being shot into the sky. I had the phone to my ear when all I heard was a scared, anxious RJ managing to get out “Help!” I got him calmed down enough to know that he was not bleeding and that he was not out in public. If he was drunk or on anything, the shock of whatever was going down was killing his buzz.
“Stop talking, take a deep breath, and calm down,” I commanded. “Now tell me where you are and what’s going on.” The part of town I ended up in was seedy and run down. I left the car and made my way through a maze of alleys to a small dark house with the number on it that RJ had given me.
The door was swung open a crack by a shivering RJ. Without lecturing, I followed him through the silent house to a bedroom in the back. From a lamp beside the bed I could see that the room was disheveled, drug paraphernalia spread out on the small night stand. The only thing that made the scene more unpleasant was the still figure lying across the rumpled tangle of bed covers. Slipping my fingers to his wrist, I checked for a pulse while RJ trembled in a corner of the room. After a moment of futile fumbling, I was certain the guy was dead, so I dropped his wrist and reached into my pocket for my phone.
“NOOOOOOO!” RJ howled like a wounded animal, snatching at my telephone and wrapping his fingers around it.
“Give me the phone,” I said with gritted teeth.
“Can’t we just fix it?”
“He’s not a watch, RJ; he’s a dead guy,” I said softly, patience wearing thin as I reached out slowly for the phone, hoping not to startle him.
“C’mon man, you can take care of this.” There was a pause as the sexy young actor looked at me thoughtfully, then smiled. “I’ll give you one of my cars.”
“Just give me the phone please, RJ.”
“Can’t we just leave him?”
“We could, but we aren’t going to.”
“You know I’ve had sex with a lot of people,” he began as a sudden change of course, curling the corner of his lip in the practiced seductive way I had seen employed many times, “but you’ve never hit on me. Ever wondered what it would be like?”
“Star Power”, romantic fiction packed with humor and action, by James Brock, 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 (including large print) from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
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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.
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.
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Drill instructor Sergeant Clay Norris has his hands full. Between new recruits and a Senior Drill Sergeant with an attitude hanging over him, the last thing he needs is to develop a crush on one of his trainees, but Private Chevy “Banksy” Banks is an Adonis he is unable to resist. A natural leader, the young man draws the other troops in with his easy manner and warm-as-the-Sun smile, a combination that melts the trying-to-sound-tough young Drill Sergeant.
When the Senior Drill manages to tear the two men apart before anything beyond fantasies and longing glances can happen, Clay tries to move on and forget Banksy, throwing himself into his career, knowing that he may have to wait until he retires from the military to be able to partner up, while understanding the irony that he is defending a freedom he is not yet allowed, the freedom to be who he is and to pursue the person he loves.
Fate brings Clay and Banksy together again for a brief and joyous reunion when they are able to begin planning a future, that same fate cruelly ripping them apart once more, with each facing a trauma alone.
Dog Tagged is set post DADT (Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell) and pre the policy’s repeal; a time when being openly gay had seen many a lost career in the service. Sexually explicit in places, this story offers only a glimpse of how some men and women serving their country are not afforded the same rights as the heterosexuals with whom they fight side by side.
Incidents in Dog Tagged are based on true events.
Private Banks was at the top of the company in everything we did. When we climbed the rope lines in the obstacle course, he was like a coconut crab, scrambling down the line in record time. Crossing the parallel bars in front of the dining hall, he looked like a young ape swinging through the jungle. When the rest of the group was throwing up, sneezing and spitting after removing their gas masks in the gas chamber, Banksy managed to hold it together with only a few stinging tears tracking down his cheeks after giving his social security number to the sergeant in charge. When it came to learning rank and rules he was head and shoulders above the other guys; Bravo Company had a contender for trainee of the cycle, which meant top spot and an award given by the Brigade commander at graduation from basic.
There was only one thing Chevy Banks failed at and that was throwing a grenade.
By the time I had a couple of beers, I had a couple of guys lined up to come back to base with me. I had my uniform hanging in the backseat, which served as a kind of catnip come-on to the guys I had picked up, a hot blond and his even hotter dark haired friend. I couldn’t have Chevy and I needed an outlet, and since these guys were revved up and ready to go, why not take advantage?
When the civilians said they had no place for us to go, I got them in the car and after some hot ‘n heavy make-out, I took them back to the base. And there we were, having the time of our lives, windows fogged from our breath, rain tapping on the roof as lines of sweat streaked down over our mostly naked bodies. I think I still had a sock on, the blond still wore a thin shirt but it had been unbuttoned and was flapping on either side of him like spent wings, his smooth muscular chest exposed to me, while the other guy had managed to strip totally in the front seat.
As much fun as I was having, I would have traded everything we were doing for one closed mouth, both of us fully clothed, kiss with Chevy.
“Want some company, for chow?” I asked, drinking in Banksy’s face like it was water and I had been in the desert, which I had and was, but we had no problem importing water. The only thing I had been lacking was standing in front of me.
“I’m so damn glad to see you I wouldn’t mind if you showered with me, Sir.”
It was a joke, I knew, but it got me hard. I had just found him and I didn’t want to leave him, but his Captain arrived, there were other trucks that needed Banksy’s touch (not more than I needed that touch, but in a motor pool in a war zone was not the place to argue that), so we set a time and I went back to my quarters to, well, who would we be kidding if I didn’t just say it – dress for our date. I would have brought flowers if I thought it was acceptable.
“Dog Tagged,” a military drama/romance novel by James Brock, is available in the iBookstores, from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Sony Reader Store, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, Coffeetime Romance, and All Romance ebooks. For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Cover Above.
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!
“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.
Escaping life on a farm, sexy Wyatt Taylor runs to the nearest city after college where he finds and loses both love and employment. Down but not out, the handsome young man rebounds by landing the coveted position as assistant to powerful Portland, Oregon, business tycoon, William Bowen. Cold and precise, the mogul has a rarified life of privilege that leaves no room for error.
Thrust into a world of jet set travel and caviar, Wyatt is given little direction about his new career and is fitted with a designer wardrobe. Clothes may not make the man, but Wyatt loves the beautifully tailored suits, wearing them like modern armor without realizing a connection between the way he looks in his new work “uniform” and Bowen’s clients.
Aside from being handsome, William Bowen has everything: an estate, private plane, and clients worldwide. Only his taste in men is questionable. His astoundingly poor judgment in that area of his life confuses everyone around him, including his flippant, funny, and in-charge property manager who befriends Wyatt but has his own reason for not telling all of the secrets of Bowen Industries.
A sudden change in Wyatt’s personal life while on a business trip is followed by a bonding night for Wyatt and William Bowen, the long simmering feelings Wyatt has held toward the boss since the day of his interview nearing a boiling point. Wyatt is still blissfully unaware of his true role in the operation of Bowen Industries, however.
Can two men from opposite sides of the tracks find a level field for a relationship, or will the truth behind the façades keep them apart?
My office in Bowen tower was as good as a Mercedes when it came to pick ups. With the private bath, view of the city at night, intercom, and flat screen mounted on the wall, I was all but assured a romp on the (leather!) sofa with no one the wiser that I had been in after hours.
I had also come to really love those suits hanging like armor in a neat row in the closet. The tailor had fitted them to my body so that every crease fell perfectly and my crotch had, frankly, never been better showcased.
Life was good for a change. I had a nice umbrella of cash put aside, a secure if vague job at times with a hot if distant employer, a sex life that might not be the envy of anyone else, but it was certainly constant and keeping ME happy. But the umbrella I had carefully put together was not going to withstand the monsoon that swept in about then.
“Show us what you are made of, baby!” James encouraged. In his defense, he had put away a gallon or so of something distilled, so was not in the total control he usually was.
“Yeah, dance man, dance!” my ex shouted from the sofa where he was tangled with the former bestie.
So I danced. Meaning, I gyrated, rotated and started peeling off clothes. They were enjoying my show so noisily that none of them heard the front door open and close for someone just now joining our new early morning soirée.
Down to my underwear, a particularly tight and low cut pair of briefs, one arm lifted high above my head with the other shoved deep into my crotch, eyes closed and head thrown back, I was hot and I knew it. In my groove, I snapped my face down to the roar of the crowd while using my thumb to roll the band of my underwear down to expose my thick black pubic hair. Opening my eyes, focus being a challenge at that point, I found myself face to face with William Bowen.
Tailor Made, an action packed novel by James Brock, is available at Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, 1Place for Romance, All Romance ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Coming soon to the iBookstores and Sony. Also available from the Beau to Beau website, http://www.beautobeau.com.
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?
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!).
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.
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The shy Nelson had never met a man like Rosso. He took his breath away with his mysterious sexiness and spontaneity. The night they met, the commanding Rosso had watched as man after man tried to charm his way into Nelson’s bed, and he had smiled slyly as man after man had been rejected. Rosso had won Nelson over with the promise of a life like no other. The quiet little man could not resist the reclusive charmer, and he learned very quickly that he would know him only as Master.
“You are on time tonight.”
“Yes,” Nelson replied. He stood, as was expected, and welcomed the man he now knew as Master.
“Hurry, Nelson, I cannot wait any longer.”
Nelson hurried to stand before Rosso. With one large hand, Rosso ripped Nelson’s shirt off and tore it into shreds. Nelson stood helpless as Rosso held him at the waist with his huge thick hands. He swiped his thick tongue across the hard nipples that never failed to respond to their one and only lover. He bit hard and Nelson knew that he would bruise, but it was worth it.
“Rosso, kiss me.”
Rosso would not be told what to do. He began to walk away, but Nelson begged him to stay. He was on his knees on the shower floor with his arms wrapped around one of the thick legs of his master.
“Please, Master, it will never happen again.”
Rosso turned and patted Nelson on the head. The little man lowered his eyes from his master’s gaze. “I will stay then.”
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One night a year in Hunter’s hometown a strange seduction takes place. When his longtime friend asks him to return on the one night he has vowed never to return, Hunter reluctantly agrees. The little town is dark and eerily quiet as Hunter approaches. He parks his car and forces his way through thick vines and trees to a secret cave in the city park where the two men have agreed to meet. Hunter is quickly pulled inside and into a seduction like no other. Rumors of a man dressed in an extremely unique costume looking for an unsuspecting victim is less than believable to the level headed Hunter, but when the costume is found in a place very familiar to him, he fears that this year he may be one of the hunted.
There was always a Halloween celebration in Hunter’s hometown, although he had never attended. His parents sent him the full account of the festivities that were proudly displayed in a book every year. It was an awful display really. Photographs were taken of everything and everyone including full frontal nudity and actual sexual acts, though faces were always discreetly covered. It seemed to Hunter that for the last few years the photographs had gone from bad taste to sickly grotesque. He could not be certain from the shaded faces, but it appeared as though every year in the photographs at least one of the bodies was lifeless.
Trey looked up at him. “You can’t get there, can you? You want it so bad, but it won’t happen.”
Hunter looked down at Trey. “Why is that?”
“I don’t know. It’s the same for everyone who comes in here, but once you leave the cave you will have the orgasm of your life.”
“A Killing Seduction”, Halloween gay erotic fiction, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
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With the house dark, Scott thinks that no one is home and he invites his lover inside. The two of them look around in the dark and after assuring each other that the house is empty tonight, they begin to do what they have come here to do. The secret lovers did not look everywhere, however. The huge house has several hiding places, and the two lovers are definitely not alone. Someone is watching them.
Scott’s little brother stopped just short of being seen or at least being heard. He had planned to stay just long enough to raid the refrigerator when he heard his brother’s voice and that of another man. The younger brother had never heard his brother talk so softly or so sweetly to anyone as he was now speaking to his friend he had invited to the house. He was usually yelling, at him. Scott’s little brother had been on his way out but had stopped midway down the hall and slipped quietly into the hall closet, leaving the door open just enough to hear what his brother and friend were saying to each other. Why were they here, anyway? Scott lived on campus and he assumed that the friend with him did as well. Then the younger brother heard the friend’s deep voice. “I know that voice,” he said to himself.
The two secret lovers had not heard or seen a thing. They were focused solely on each other and were kissing each other like lovers. “Damn, I don’t even kiss my girlfriend like that,” Mikey said to himself, as he continued to watch this unbelievable scene.
“My Brother’s Secret Lover”, gay erotica by B.J. Scott, is available in the six Apple iBookstores, Amazon, B&N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, 1 Erotica ebooks, 1 Place for Romance, All Romance ebooks, Extasy Books, and Coffeetime.
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