The new U.S. President is a ruthless scoundrel. His activist son, Diego, discovers that his father conspired with the CEO of a major oil company and the dictator of Venezuela to manipulate the oil markets, causing high gas prices, and ensuring his election as a drill friendly president. Diego’s environmental action group exposes the President’s illegal act, unleashing a firestorm of criticism against the president, and several nasty murder attempts against Diego by the big oil CEO. The President’s troubles increase when a mistress comes forward claiming to be carrying his child, his wife sues for divorce, and the dictator of Venezuela invades neighboring countries to control their oil, and threatens the U.S. with an attack of donated North Korean nuclear missiles if the U.S. tries to intervene. And this is only a small part of this tangled tale of intrigue and struggle for power. Diego and the President both try to take control of this out-of-control situation, but many surprising twists and turns finally lead to an unexpected resolution.
Edward Perez, the President Elect of the United States of America, was clearing out his office at Perez Petroleum in downtown Chicago. It was not an easy task for him to relinquish control of the business he had founded in a parched Texas town over forty years ago. He had started out with nothing, building Perez Petroleum into the second largest, privately held, gas and oil exploration company in the United States with many additional overseas contracts. By cleverly leveraging his humble beginnings, the exploding worldwide energy crisis – and with the help of major Republican backing, and corporate money – he had overcome all opposition to his candidacy – despite the heroic efforts to defeat him by the environmentalists and (what Ed called) the dippity-do liberals.
Diego was ushered into the President’s private office. He was surprised to find an extremely handsome Mediterranean looking young man already waiting.
“Diego…,” the President extended his hand. This President did not do hugs. “Glad you could make it at such short notice.”
“Dad.” Diego acknowledged his father. “You wanted to see me privately?” He questioningly nodded towards the young man.
“Yes. Delicate matter. But important.” He turned to the stranger. “Have you two met?”
Diego answered, “No. Why is he here?”
“Well, let’s just say it’s about a domestic matter that concerns you and Brandon. This is Mohammad Hamam. He’s one of our FBI agents on special assignment. He was chosen for his very unique talents, and he has a little story you might find enlightening.”
Mohammad smiled and leaned back. “Sweet – very sweet. This is when I really love my work.” He was sitting on a sofa and patted the cushion next to him, inviting Diego to join him.
“Okay spill it, what’s the deal?”
“Guess where I was this afternoon?”
“I don’t know – Saskatchewan.”
“Doing your buddy in the men’s room at the UIC library.”
Diego turned grey and quickly looked up at his father. “Whatis this?”
“I was assigned to seduce your – what’s his name? – Brandon.”
“Just wanted you to see what your partner is really like,” Ed smirked. “Isn’t it time you dumped the jerk?”
Ed ushered Lia down the hall to his room, closing the door softly behind them.
“How did you get rid of the agents?” Lia asked.
“Sent one to check the parimeter of the house, and the other to check on Carmella.”
“But you’ve left yourself exposed.”
“Only to you.” Ed rather aggressively led her to the bed, throwing her back onto the spread, and himself on top of her. “You just drive me crazy, you minx.”
“Is everything all right in there, sir? Do you need assistance?” an agent asked through the door.
“Lia whispered, “Ask him how he is at unfastening bra straps.”
“The Seed,” an ironic political thriller by Jon McDonald, filled with deceit, espionage, suspense, sex, and more, 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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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.
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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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Connor loves what he does, but what he does is not what many consider manly. He is a yell leader, or male cheerleader, for the National Football League, and he takes his job very seriously. Connor can ignore the whispers and jeers for the most part, but when he and a rookie linebacker are the only two men on the field one day he wonders why the man is coming toward him. Does he have something to say to him, or is he going to beat him to a pulp?
Lost in his own thoughts one morning as he was going over the halftime routine, Connor didn’t notice the linebacker coming up behind him.
Connor turned around and was literally dwarfed by the man. “Oh, hi.” Connor looked up at the big man and wondered what he wanted. Then he nervously looked around. He and the linebacker were the only two men on the field.
“I’m Brady.” The man shook Connor’s hand and Connor thought he was going to faint. He nervously cleared his throat.
“I know. I asked around.”
Connor let the warm water of the shower beat down on him as he held the bar of soap in his hand. He imagined Brady in the shower with him, the two of them lathering each other and smoothing their hands along the other’s body. Connor thought he felt the strong hands of the linebacker on him, but he realized he was only daydreaming. The hands were his own.
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Tonight is the night. Jay is graduating with high honors and as his reward his mentor of the past four years has a special gift waiting for him. Jay has no idea what this special gift could be, but he is supposed to meet his gorgeous mentor, Landon, at his beach house following graduation tonight. After the obligatory time spent with his family, Jay drives as fast as he can to Landon’s beach house and to his awaiting special gift.
Landon had heard him pull up, and he met Jay with an open door. “Congrats, Jay, you made it. You are now my colleague and as such, I must show you the proper respect.” He bowed and Jay just laughed. “Come in, Jay. Champagneis flowing tonight.” Jay could see clearly that Landon had already had a few and he could also see what he had wanted since the two of them had first met, Landon’s very enticing package.
Jay turned around to see his mentor, the well respected attorney, completely undressed except for a silk thong he wore that was struggling to contain its bulging contents. Jay had no idea that Landon was so fit. His body was perfect. Jay was staring at Landon’s thong, though, waiting and hoping for something to fall out.
Landon ran his hands along the top of the thong. “What do you think, Jay? My shirts aren’t the only thing made of silk. I love silk thongs. Silk is the only kind I wear.”
Jay couldn’t take his eyes off of the shiny thing. “It’s very nice, Landon.”
Landon walked over to Jay. “Touch it, Jay. You’ll like the way it feels.”
“The Graduate,” erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available from the six Apple iBookstores; Barnes & Noble; Rainbow ebooks; Bookstrand; 1 Erotica ebooks; All Romance ebooks; and Extasy Books.
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The vacation of a lifetime with a money back guarantee of satisfaction is too good to pass up. The brochure sounds friendly enough, with the words “Heart’s Desire Resort” in gold embossed letters. Jason watches as the plane descends over what looks like paradise. Greeted by a man who offers to be at his disposal at any time and for anything, Jason cannot wait to begin his dream vacation. As he looks around, nothing appears to be out of the ordinary, so far.
Interesting place, thought Jason, as he unpacked his things in the huge room with the heart shaped bed and the heart shaped tub, and everything else heart shaped. The room was painted red, pink, and white, and a little too cutesy for Jason’s taste.
It had been hot and crowded on the small plane that had flown him from the mainland to the island resort and Jason couldn’t wait to take a dip in the pool, so he changed quickly and hurried outside to the inviting water. He swam a couple of laps and then rested against the side of the pool. He thought it a bit odd that he was the only one out here by the sparkling water, but he didn’t really care. He had closed his eyes for only a moment before the man who had showed him to his room hurried out and sat on the side of the pool next to Jason, arousing him from his dreamlike state.
“I did tell you that if you needed anything at any time that I would provide it, did I not?”
Jason looked at him, surprised at the man’s stern reproach.
The man continued to hold Jason’s package firmly while he snapped his fingers. Jason looked around. “What was that?” he asked, with a laugh.
Jason had laughed too soon. The big man known as Ian was lumbering toward them. As he neared, Jason got a good look at the man who really knew how to take care of his heart’s desire. He was all muscle, a big man, nice looking but not gorgeous. He was just big.
“Ian, our friend here requires assistance of the kind that only you can provide our guests.”
“What’s that?” Jason dared to ask.
The man smiled. “Ian has come to provide you with your heart’s desire.”
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Two weeks at her uncle’s farm seems like a life sentence to a young woman who recently celebrated her eighteenth birthday. The two cute college guys her uncle has hired make it a little more appealing, however. When Marly begins to hear barking dogs and the sounds of loud birds coming from the dark and dreary woods at the edge of the farm, she has to investigate. Pushing her way through the thick foliage, in the clearing of the woods Marly discovers something she has never before seen. Through the peculiarly present mist and fog, Marly sees silhouettes of what appear to be two men, but they are not the two young men hired to work for her Uncle Charlie. Who are they and what are they doing? Thinking that the two college guys are playing a joke on her, Marly sneaks to the woods often, but the loud noises and the men are not always present. Do Uncle Charlie and Aunt Susan know about this? And were the two men kissing? No way!
Curious to know what was up with the mysterious college guys, Marly set the rake down and followed the footsteps of Marc and Koby into the trees.
It seemed dark and dreary with the huge trees all around her and Marly almost turned around and went back when she heard what sounded like a dog barking. “Doggie, here doggie,” she whispered. She couldn’t keep herself from continuing toward the sound, but her curiosity had gotten her into trouble before and she had promised her mother that she would obey Charlie and Susan. But Marly couldn’t help it. “I have to know what that sound is.” She whispered, “Doggie, here doggie”, again, but then the sound stopped suddenly. All she could hear now was her own footsteps as they made a crunching sound on the dried leaves. She pushed aside the thick foliage to get a look at what was no doubt hiding somewhere in the trees.
It was too dark to see much of anything, but what Marly could see looked like the silhouette of a man or perhaps an animal. She could not be certain which it was. The shadow moved slowly just a few feet from where Marly was hiding. She put her hand to her mouth when she saw him. “He’s naked,” she nearly screamed. The shadow moved to just behind a tree. The man leaned over and Marly had a better view of his butt than she cared to have.
As they neared the woods, Marly stopped.
“Are we going in there?”
“Sure, Marly, it looks scarier than it is. There’s nothing in there.”
Marly knew there were times when there was definitely something in there, but she didn’t want to look like a scared little girl in the presence of these two cute guys. She followed as the young men made their way to the clearance where she had watched the erotic scene unfold last night.
The three of them stood in the small clearance and looked up at the sunlight. “See, Marly, nothing in here.”
Marly looked around. There was no sign of what had transpired here last night.
“Harvest Grove”, a new young adult gay fiction book by S. Wales, is now available at Amazon US, UK, DE; Barnes & Noble; Bookstrand; All Romance ebooks; 1 Place for Romance; eXstasy Books (Trapezium section); and coming soon to the Apple iBookstores. For the Amazon US link, click on the picture above.
A cold snap and life in a new city lead Tom to the Internet chat rooms. He has never done this before, and only wants to find someone to talk to. Tom has no plans to hook up with anyone, but there is one guy who seems so nice that Tom cannot resist, and he agrees to meet him. Not knowing whether to expect a lover or a serial killer, Tom waits anxiously for the man who calls himself Chat Room Charlie.
Tom was just about to leave the chat room and call it a night when this certain someone sent him a private message. Tom went back and talked with the man, whose code name was very familiar to him now, just shooting the breeze, but talking about nothing serious. Then the chat room guy asked if the two of them could talk on the telephone. “Sure,” Tom said, and the guy gave him his number. The mystery man asked if Tom could call him at eleven that night and Tom agreed. “Okay, sounds good,” Tom said. Tom didn’t have a clue what to expect. He didn’t have a picture to send to the guy, and the mystery man hadn’t offered to send Tom a picture of himself, either. He almost wished he hadn’t agreed, but what was the harm in a telephone call?
When the two of them got back to Tom’s place, it was almost three in the morning, but from what Tom had seen so far, Charlie had definitely been worth waiting up for. Charlie parked his car, and under the streetlight the two men took a good look at each other. Charlie was much, much better looking than Tom had ever expected. He was taller than Tom, and absolutely gorgeous. Charlie was definitely tall, dark, and handsome, the dream of every man.
Charlie had never had to back down before. Charlie had always had the upper hand in his sexual encounters, and he would be damned if he was going to give that up now.
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Sheridan loves this time of year, and this is the first year in as long as Sheridan can remember that he is not scheduled to work or be on-call on Christmas Day. His plans for the day include skiing down the snowy slopes just outside of the city he loves and now calls home. Being alone does not bother Sheridan. He is much too busy with his career to invest much time in a relationship. When a man from Sheridan’s past approaches him while he is taking a break in the ski lodge, Sheridan’s lone Christmas takes an unexpected turn.
As his fellow former students began their careers under a mountain of debt, Sheridan was relatively unencumbered. Being the newest member of his practice, Sheridan unfortunately had been scheduled to be on-call Christmas Eve, but at the stroke of midnight he would be free, and he had made plans to spend the day of Christmas on the slopes. Sheridan had celebrated Christmas with his family at Thanksgiving when his sister could join them, so he had made plans to ski the entire day of Christmas alone.
After a surprisingly quiet Christmas Eve with only a couple of calls from patients, Sheridan awoke early on Christmas Day, called his parents to wish them a Merry Christmas, put his skis in his SUV, and left the city for the snow covered mountains.
The slopes were perfect today, and from the ski lift the beauty of the mountains was breathtaking. After a few hours on the slopes, Sheridan took a break and was drinking coffee and warming up by the fire in the ski lodge when he heard an unfamiliar voice call his name. “Dr. Grey?” Sheridan turned toward the sound of the man’s voice. “Yes,” he said. His eyes immediately grew big at the sight of his old friend. “Nathan?” Sheridan nearly knocked the man over in his rush to hug him. Sheridan couldn’t believe it. Nathan and Sheridan had had a whirlwind romance during their first year of medical school which had unfortunately been very short lived. That was seven years ago, almost eight now, and Sheridan had not seen or heard from Nathan since.
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