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The Key West Kid

The Key West Kid
Growing up in Key West, the gay capital of the South, Danny was open-minded enough to try anything once. He had heard through the grapevine that any guy who made it with another guy poolside at Robbie Burns’ place was socially entitled to get and wear a puka shell necklace. He had made it his personal goal to get one of the treasured adornments this year, and Danny was nothing if not determined, but his visit to the Burns residence is an eye-opener in more ways than he had anticipated.

Excerpt:
Sounds of a game of water baseball came to his ears which indicated that the older boys were accepting Danny into their coterie, and Robbie had to admit that Danny had the equipment to make him popular and a sought-after partner. He sat down in front of his computer monitor, but he wasn’t thinking of work. His mind had flashed back to Danny Robinson, now known as Danny Robinson, Sr. He picked up the phone and dialed the number he had been given. Three-four-five rings and then a familiar voice saying “Hello.”

He hung up immediately. The voice was so bass, so gentle, so reminiscent of the nights they had spent together promising to love each other forever, and then the one night when Danny called off their affair with the news that he had gotten a girl pregnant from a one night experience on the other side, and felt it was his responsibility to marry her. Robbie had been cut off quicker than a newly born puppy dog’s tail. And yet he remembered all the love he had given the man, the love he had searched for again for fifteen years – in college and in all the gay bars he frequented, all the men he had been with, but none ever sparked the feelings he once had for Daniel Robinson, Sr. All the one night stands and the few that extended to week-long attempts at finding romance were all in vain. He had basically given up finding Mr. Right.

He got up and made a sandwich and turned on the radio station, doing anything to get his mind off the memory of Danny and his body – the firm abdomen, the smiles he always gave, and his voice, that mellifluous, sexy, oh so sexy voice. Nothing worked, however, at diverting his mind. Memories of what had been kept flooding back. No matter where he looked in the house, there was a reawakened memory of what he and Danny had done or said in every spot – the kitchen, the patio, the living room sofa, the floor in front of the fake fireplace. Memories that had been buried deep in his subconscious cascaded over him.

Finally, he redialed the number and waited patiently for an answer.

“Hello.” There was that sexy voice again.

“Hi, Danny. This is Robbie Burns.”

There was an interminable pause. “Hi,” the deep bass voice finally said.

“I was wondering if you might be free and feel like making the drive over. I’d like to see you.”

“You want to see me? After what I did to you? How I betrayed you?” the voice asked incredulously.

“The Key West Kid,” erotic romance by Duncan More, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Google, Kobo, and Coffeetime Romance. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

June 17, 2015 Posted by | ebooks, erotic fiction, erotic romance, gay romance, love stories | , , | Leave a comment

Boat Run

Boat Run
A lawyer and ad executive during the week, Eddie and his buddy have big plans for the weekend. They’re going to drive up to Hyannis, rent a small cabin cruiser, and luxuriate in the life of ease anchored somewhere off the coast. Their plans don’t include picking up a hitchhiker, but he’s so hot, they can’t resist. Holding a sign saying he’s hitching to P-town means there’s a major party waiting to happen, so they pull to the side of the road and give him a ride.

Excerpt:
I called Eddie and ran the plans past him, and called Dave’s Rentals to reserve a small fishing boat or cabin cruiser. I told him how to stock it, charged it all like a patriotic American, and called Eddie back to confirm. I have to admit that Eddie can go from a preppy looking junior law partner to a pure tramp/sleaze in one hour or less. In a little over three hours, we were just outside of Bedford and all at once Eddie hollered at me, “Stop the car.” I’ve learned three things about Eddie over the years of road tripping when he’s on shotgun patrol and gives that command. One is that he has to piss like a racehorse, or I just missed the hottest hunk in the universe hitchhiking his butt off, or I missed a turn off. And in two out of three cases, it’s wise for me to stop. Five hundred yards or so behind us was a guy in cutoff jeans and a tank top.

“Only for you, Eddie, only for you,” I jokingly complained. I put the car in reverse and slowly began backing up.

As the hitchhiker jogged up to the side of the car, Eddie looked at his sign and said, “P-town, huh?”

“Yeah, I’ve got friends up there and thought I’d visit for the weekend.” He looked in the car and figured we were safe. Hey, two guys, upper twenties, dressed in vacation gear aren’t exactly going to an Elks Convention.

“Friends, huh?” said Eddie, impressing the guy’s own words back on him. We both knew what he was going to do with any guy he could find during a wild party weekend. We had done it, Eddie and me – parties at The Boat Slip, drag shows at the pre-fire Pilgrim House, midnight trips to the monument, twilight whale watching. We’d done it all at one time or another, just never with each other. “We can give you a lift as far as Hyannis if you want.”

“Sure.”

No fool, Eddie. He opened the door and stepped out. He told him to toss his backpack into the back of the car, and hop in the front because the air conditioner worked better. So now we had this young hot puppy sitting between us for at least the next forty minutes or so. Eddie’s legal technique of questioning soon had the guy telling us his complete biography. We knew everything about him except his social security number.

Eddie and I had worked out the auto routine over the years. Trapped between us, Eddie would keep him talking and switching from general to sexual topics, while I, as the driver, would begin making the lower leg contact – you know, the hand off the steering wheel to push in the cigarette lighter and then resting on my knee but also touching his, then getting the lighter when it was ready, lighting a smoke, offering a smoke, returning the lighter, and making contact again with flesh. Then leaving it there for a bit and slowly moving it up the thigh.

By that time, the intended victim would be giving implied consent, or gently brush our hands aside and let his own rest there as a guard/protector. This guy had been hitching long enough that he knew the game so well he beat me to the lighter opening gambit. He just stretched his legs apart a little until he was pressuring our legs, and said matter of fact, “If either or both of you want to party tonight in Hyannis, I’m game, but I will need a ride all the way to P-town afterward or tomorrow morning. Is that agreeable?”

“Boat Run,” erotic romance by Duncan More, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Google, Kobo ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

June 11, 2015 Posted by | ebooks, erotic romance, gay romance | , , | Leave a comment

Crawfish, Baby!!

Crawfish, Baby!!
John loves shellfish and jazz so much that he bought a souvenir shirt in New Orleans with the graphic of a huge red crawfish and the words, “Pinch the tail, suck the head,” scrawled across the front. Wearing the shirt one day, he meets Steve, who interprets the words in a completely different way. At first, John doesn’t realize he’s being propositioned, and he has never been with a man, but Steve leaves him wondering…about much more than shellfish and jazz.

Excerpt:
The highlight of John’s life so far had been the vacation he treated himself to the preceding summer for his twenty-sixth birthday. While most of his co-workers headed to the beach, the mountains, Europe, or an island paradise, John had booked a week in New Orleans. Bourbon Street was everything he had hoped it would be. Small out-of-the-way clubs, popular tourist traps – he hit them all and reveled in the performances. And the food – a gastronomic treat! At the suggestion of a waiter on his second night in town, he finally tasted crawfish for the first time in his life and it became one of his new favorites. Of course, he was a little embarrassed when he didn’t know how to tackle the little critters and had to ask what the correct way to eat them should be. The waiter merely smiled and told him, “You just pinch the tail and suck the head.” So he did for each remaining night of his vacation.

He was so impressed with them that he stopped at a t-shirt shop and bought a souvenir shirt that was in the window. Emblazoned across the front was a graphic of a huge red crawfish with the words, “Pinch the tail, suck the head,” scrawled beneath.

Of course, when he got back to work, he had to listen to everyone else bragging about their respective vacations and boring folks with their cell phone pictures. But he tolerated it.

Driving home after work, John realized he needed to stop for some groceries. When he came to the produce section, he quickly found two Vidalia onions, some very meaty tomatoes, but discovered that the cucumbers were a bit mushy. As he stood there feeling each one, trying to find a firm one, another customer approached and he too started squeezing the cucumbers.

“Doesn’t seem to be a hard one in the whole bin,” he said.

John agreed. “Not my regular market, but I did expect a better selection.”

“Nice shirt,” he said. “You do it often?”

“Not around here, but in New Orleans it was almost every night.”

“Kewl,” he replied. “Lucky you!” John noticed that the young man was gently stroking the cucumber he was holding. “I don’t do it often, but I sure would like to do it with you. I think it would be hot!”

Suddenly a light went off in John’s head. He had only laughed about the shirt he was wearing, with the graphic of a huge red crawfish, and the words, “Pinch the tail, suck the head,” scrawled beneath. He had been thinking of crawfish and the waiter. It never dawned on him that it could mean something else, and now here he was getting propositioned by a stranger in a supermarket. “I’m sorry,” he said. “When I said it was almost every night in New Orleans, I was talking about eating crawfish. I’m afraid you misunderstood me and I definitely misunderstood you. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a prude or anything like that. It’s just not my bag.”

“That’s okay, but the offer still stands – one way. You are one hot looking man and I’d love to give you pleasure.”

“Crawfish, Baby!!” erotic romance by Duncan More, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Google, Kobo ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

May 30, 2015 Posted by | ebooks, erotic romance, gay romance, love stories | , , | Leave a comment

Scoring Big

Scoring Big
When David’s boyfriend, Jared, becomes a control freak, David’s growing resentment threatens their relationship on the college basketball team, and neither is willing to jeopardize the chance of winning the national title. Knowing that David cannot afford to lose his athletic scholarship, Jared warns that if he leaves him, he will tell the coach that his rising star is gay.

Across the state at a different university, David’s twin, Neil, is destined for greatness in the business world. Also gay, he meets a man named Jerry who changes his life, but finding their roommate murdered shakes their relationship to its core.

As the twins face their individual challenges, they meet some interesting characters, loves are lost and hearts are broken, but the challenge they must face together threatens to destroy the very foundation of their lives.

Excerpt:
David stopped at the Union for a quick snack and headed back to the dorm to await his tutor. He changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top so he would be comfortable. There was no need for winter attire inside the dorm.

He opened the door as soon as he heard the first knock. Standing there was a guy about as tall as he was, with gorgeous blue eyes, shoulder-length whitish blond hair, and a big friendly grin. Outweighing David by probably forty pounds and with enough muscle to bench-press a ton, he introduced himself. “Hi, David Maga? I’m Danny Houseknecht. Coach Maguire assigned me as your tutor for your final exams. Shall we get started?”

David pulled over the chair from Jared’s desk.

“Nice pictures on the wall. Celtics fan, eh?”

“Yeah, do or die.”

“Well, they certainly died last year. They were fourth place in the Atlantic Division.”

“But I’m confident they’ll do better this year.”

“We’ll see. I have to admit you’re a pretty good ballplayer yourself. I’ve watched you play every game this year. You’ve got a lot of potential.”

“Thanks. Every game?”

“Yes, I’m at the scorer’s table keeping the official record of the game for Coach M. Glad you got over your jitters last night against ECU and scored. Now, where should we get started? Coach gave me your class schedule – art, geography, history, math, and English – all the basic introductory courses. Who are your teachers?”

David rattled off the course and the professor.

“Good. I’m pretty familiar with their usual finals. The way I like to run these tutoring sessions is – I ask you a question, you answer it to the best of your ability and jot in your notes what you said, and then I add what else you should include in your answer. Then just a fast review right before you take the exam should have everything fresh in your mind.”

David took a very long pause and then said, “This isn’t really working for me. I can’t concentrate.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m gay and you’re too hot a man. All that keeps intruding on my mind is what you would look like naked and what we would be doing in a bed. I mean, it’s Friday night, right before finals. I’m sure every guy on campus, except the basketball players, is doing his damnedest to get laid.”

“Point well taken. But you’ve got a job to do and so do I. Mine is to make sure you’re ready for your exams and I have to do everything in my power to make it so.” He rose from his chair and removed his sweater, then his shirt, his shoes, his socks, and his pants. He stood in front of David in only a tight pair of shorts that could have been designed by Andrew Christian. “Does this satisfy your erotic fantasy so we can get on with our tutoring?” David just sat there staring at the gorgeous Nordic god. “Obviously not yet.”

He removed his underwear and let his endowment flop free. David’s eyes fixed directly on it.

“You want it? Go ahead.”

David didn’t move. He still sat there transfixed by the beauty in front of him.

“I forgot, we’re supposed to be on the bed.”

He grabbed David’s hand and pulled him up off the chair and led him to the bed.

***

Neil and Jerry had been on the road for nearly two hours when Neil asked Jerry to pull over to the side of the interstate. “I have something to say and I didn’t want you driving when I say it.”

There was a long pause – a long uncomfortable pause – so long that dire thoughts began to race through Jerry’s head.

They were oblivious to everything but themselves and the moment. They weren’t even cognizant of the red and blue lights in their rear window. It was the tap on the window that got their attention. Jerry rolled down the window as the officer shined his light inside and searched for any imminent danger.

“Is everything all right?” he asked.

“Oh officer, nothing could be better than this moment. After three months of waiting, my honey has told me he loves me.”

“Have you been drinking?”

“Only from the springs of Cupid.”

Not understanding the allusion, he had Jerry step out of the car. “What were you drinking?”

“Nothing officer. I was speaking metaphorically. You want me to take a breathalyzer test, or do the road sobriety test?”

“No, I don’t smell alcohol on you, and your pants are up. Just do me a favor. Don’t park on the side of an interstate. You could cause or be in an accident.”

“Thanks, officer, but I think we can wait until we get home.”

“Well, be careful. I heard on my scanner that there’s a lot of heavy fog about thirty miles from here.”

Jerry reseated himself and fastened his seat belt preparing to reenter traffic when Neil started laughing hysterically. “That certainly killed the moment, but we’re going to talk about this for the rest of our lives. I tell you I love you and all at once there are red lights flashing. What the hell is going to happen when we’re in bed together?”

“I know all the disco lights in my brain will be going off.”

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

May 28, 2015 Posted by | ebooks, erotic romance, gay romance, love stories | , , | Leave a comment

The Legend of Kwamie and Kitru

The Legend of Kwamie and Kitru
Uninterested in the mating ritual of his people, Amu dreams of causing male screams of passion, and he confides in Owa, the young tribal storyteller, his desire of being in another man’s arms and kissing his lips. Discovering one night that Owa is a follower of the white fluid, Amu’s passion is ignited, but both men know they must hide it from their fellow tribesmen, lest they suffer the same fate as Kwamie and Kitru, fellow swallowers of the snake.

Excerpt:
Before dawn broke from somewhere in the Land of the Coming Sun, Amu and Owa awoke. Owa knew he had to leave first to return to the village. They dare not return together, lest someone figure out what had transpired between them. Violating the taboo of two men together the way they had been would have meant exile to a deserted isle several hours away where they would most likely perish.

Amu returned to the village a short while later, immediately grabbed his fishing net and spear, and like most of the men, he was whistling and humming and extremely happy for the first time in his life, though obviously for a different reason than the other men. He listened to the men brag of their first night with a new partner, how they did it, and how they made their women scream in ecstasy, and how many times they did it.

On the third night of mating, Owa mentioned that he was especially hungry for some fruit and was going to the forest to find some. He looked at Amu as if extending an invitation to join him before taking the trail out of the village that led to the trees where they had enjoyed their first encounter. Amu was in turmoil. He so wanted to follow but knew they were violating a taboo. He watched as Owa departed. He bedded down in the long hut and tried vainly to sleep, but the thoughts and feelings of their first encounter kept his mind active.

He rose and silently took the path into the forest, tripping now and then in the near total darkness over roots and vines that clogged the path.

“I was hoping you would come,” Owa whispered as he heard the sounds of dried branches cracking under Amu’s feet and saw by starlight the figure finally draw near.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

Owa extended his hand to Amu, and Amu let Owa draw him close. Lips found lips, and all the senses except sight came into play. The heat from bodies pressing close together, the taste of each other’s mouth, the smell of each other’s skin – all were heightened by the darkness.

“Teach me how to please you the way you pleased me,” Amu said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Then do what I do.”

Owa began his seduction of Amu, and Amu reciprocated, eager to please his new lover.

“The Legend of Kwamie and Kitru,” erotic romance by Duncan More, is available from Barnes & Noble, Apple, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Kobo ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

April 4, 2015 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, erotic romance, gay romance | , | Leave a comment

Secrets Among Us

Secrets Among Us
A collection of steamy erotic stories.
Cover Art by Nathie – Deviant Art – http://www.deviantart.com

5 Studs:
Mitch thinks he has stumbled upon the perfect job when he goes to work for Melanie and Scott. While the couple is away, curiosity leads him to the den where he discovers a secret life of the husband. A private icon on the computer screen opens a variety of sexual liaisons with other men. It seems odd, though, that five diamond studs are part of an erotic and dangerous game. As the game unfolds before his eyes, Mitch is unaware he is being watched.

Renegade:
Fletcher Jones can chirp like a bird, grunt like a monkey, and disguise his voice to sound like a woman, but he isn’t dangerous as so many believe. He’s a circus performer who lured a couple of hot studs into his trailer one night. When the men’s wives caught them in the act, they made sure Fletcher was sent to the infamous Manninger Institute. When he escapes, the quirky carnie eludes the authorities with his many ploys, until the institute’s founder stumbles upon clues of his whereabouts.

Minding PQ:
The gothic looking structure that sits high upon a hill has intrigued Luke for years. The rumors about the place are rampant and have become more unbelievable with every passing year. Luke drives past the gated entrance every day, but today the gate is open and he cannot resist. The door to the secretive domicile is unlocked and it appears no one is home. As he swishes dirt from his hands, the clapping sound summons a peculiar little man who takes him directly to Hapa. Hapa is the man who must be pleased by everyone who dares to enter his refuge uninvited, and Hapa’s requirements for pleasure must never be questioned.

…many more stories included in this one-of-a-kind anthology.

“Secrets Among Us,” erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, and Kobo ebooks. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

March 16, 2015 Posted by | ebooks, erotic fiction, erotic romance | , | Leave a comment

Punk Rock Resurrection (Radical Rock Stars: Book Three)

Punk Rock Resurrection
Synopsis:
My world was dark and filled with pain.
Loneliness gnawed at my soul.
I found solace in a bottle.
Music was my only refuge . . . until I met her.
She was a dark Gothic goddess in thigh-high leather boots.
She brought light into my life and showed me what it was like to be loved.
But could she handle the demons that haunted me . . . and the vices that kept them at bay?

This is the one everyone’s been waiting for. This is Damien and Alyssa’s story.

Delve into the mind of Immortal Angel’s brooding, hardcore bassist with a troubled past.

This book is a stand-alone, but reading books one and two in the series is suggested:
The Prince of Punk Rock (Radical Rock Stars Book 1)
Between A Rock and A Hard Place (Radical Rock Stars Book 2)

Warning: This book is for mature audiences only.

Life wasn’t always good to Damien Diamond. An alcoholic, abusive mother left him to fend for himself and with little self-esteem. He turned to drugs and alcohol to mask his inner pain. If it weren’t for Angel Garcia, he would have perished on the streets of New York City, but it was a dark gothic goddess who gave Damien a reason to live. She wouldn’t put up with his self-destructive behavior, and he needed to turn his life around in order to win back the only woman he ever loved.

Alyssa never took an ounce of crap from anyone. The last thing she needed was a tattooed punk rocker with a boatload of baggage, but once Damien Diamond walked into her life, she couldn’t stop thinking about the sweet and sensitive guy that hid behind the tough-as-nails exterior.

Follow Damien Diamond as he prepares for the third leg of his successful World Tour with Immortal Angel, and as he reflects on his bitter past and the road that led him to be part of one of the most popular and radical punk rock bands in the nation.

Excerpt:
Her body stiffened rock hard for a few seconds before her hands stopped struggling under his grip. She melted into the sheets with a long sigh. It was the sigh that Damien was waiting for. He finally broke this wild filly. She surrendered to him. In that moment, he felt an energy pass between them. It connected them, and he knew that he and Alyssa were meant to be together.

“Punk Rock Resurrection,” Book Three in the Radical Rock Stars series, and a MUST READ, by Jenna Galicki, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

March 2, 2015 Posted by | ebooks, erotic romance, love stories, romance | , | Leave a comment

His Unexpected Mate

His Unexpected MateLiving in a small wooden cabin at the edge of a forest while solving the mystery of recent murders, Eli learns that the locals believe a man-beast is responsible. As an outsider, he is watched very closely, even though he is working with the local sheriff, a man whose effect upon him is uncomfortably arousing.

Excerpt:
The forest near Eli’s cabin had only squirrels, deer, and other such animals inhabiting it, so the fact that two people had been killed by a wild beast clearly had the citizens worried. Why was Eli’s firm involved in such a case? Eli’s father and the county’s sheriff, Stanley Blake, were friends. Stanley had called Eli’s father, and after a flight that lasted a few hours and a short taxi drive later, Eli arrived in the area.

He looked at his wristwatch. Stanley would be coming up to the cabin in a few minutes to meet him. Eli patted his black hair down, but before he could walk out of the bathroom there was a knock at the front door. “Eli, are you there? Can I come in?” asked a voice, a voice that surprisingly made Eli’s heart jump excitedly.

Eli walked out of the bathroom and standing in front of him was a handsome, black-haired, tall, well-built man, and the fact that he was in his sheriff’s uniform wasn’t helping the matter.

“You must be Eli?” the man smiled.

Eli tried not to stare. “Yes,” he nodded. “Stanley?”

“At your service,” Stanley smiled. “I’m so glad you could come.”

“My pleasure,” Eli smiled back and shook Stanley’s hand. He couldn’t explain it but he could feel his body grow warm as Stanley took his hand in his. “So…so, the murders,” said Eli as he let go of Stanley’s hand. He felt uncomfortable, even a bit aroused. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen handsome men before, but something about Stanley felt different to him.

***

He didn’t know if it was his imagination but he felt as if he were being followed. He quickened his pace as he noticed someone just a few feet behind him. Becoming annoyed, Eli spun around to confront his supposed stalker.

“Why were you following me?” Eli asked.

“I noticed you come out of the pub,” answered Rupert. “You’re new here, right? Why are you here? Why would you come to a small county where two murders have already taken place?”

“Hold up, kid,” said Eli. “That’s a lot of questions you’re asking me.”

Rupert rolled his eyes. “It’s not every day that one gets to meet a man-beast.”

“A man what?” asked Eli.

“Don’t act as if you don’t know what I’m talking about,” laughed Rupert. “You know! A man-beast! Half beast, half man, with an unquenchable thirst for human flesh and blood. “You are a man-beast, right? Can you make me one, too?”

Eli looked at Rupert as if he were crazy. Not only was he being accused of being a man-beast, but he was asking him to turn him into one, too. “Just go home, kid,” said Eli.

“Oh, come on!” said Rupert. “I won’t tell anyone. No one needs to know.”

“Go home, Rupert,” said Eli.

“If you ever change your mind, you can always track me by my scent,” Rupert yelled at Eli as he continued walking towards the station.

Eli rolled his eyes. There was definitely something weird about the people living in the county. Eli knew about werewolves from the books and movies he had seen, but he had never read about man-beasts.

“His Unexpected Mate,” paranormal romance by T.L. West, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Kobo ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

January 30, 2015 Posted by | ebooks, erotic romance, gay romance, love stories, mystery/suspense | , , | Leave a comment

The Pariah

The Pariah
The young man labeled a pariah must find his way through a labyrinth of his own making as he tries to discover what truly makes him happy. This is no easy task at Williamsburg State University, where gay men are plentiful and the endless buffet has plenty to offer. Cautioned against trying to bed every man who will have him, Terry does not heed the warning nor does he realize that his actions may have undesirable consequences.

Excerpt:
The most imminent thing on the horizon was New York City, and all the men he could ever want. He could pick and choose, if the description of the downstairs wooden frame with naked men waiting was in any way, shape, or form accurate.

Terry was in awe as he looked in the shop windows as they navigated the sidewalk of Christopher Street, the gayest street in the entire city. There were restaurants, art galleries, antique stores, an off-Broadway theatre, fashion stores, jewelry stores, and leather shops. It was nothing like sedate East Port.

Randy smiled at Terry, “Welcome to NYU, or as some people call it, NY Yoo-hoo, because of the gay guys hollering out the dorm windows at cute guys on the street.” He led Terry up the steps to the third floor, unlocked the door, and was rather shocked to see Robby with a blond he had obviously picked up.

“Sorry, roomie, didn’t know you were here. We’ll be out in a minute.” They went for a bite to eat at one of the restaurants on Christopher Street. “That was awkward,” Henry said. “He is good, though, if you know what I mean.”

“You and your roommate have…?”

“Hell, yes.”

“Well, it seems we have another thing in common. My roomie and I have, too.” Terry went on to relate his unions with Darryl, Randy, Phil, and Muddy.

“You certainly have been one randy guy down there at Williamsburg State. Want to do something different I haven’t even tried here in the city?”

“Sure, what is it?”

Butchie’s certainly was not an eye-catching place from the outside. Two small windows on the street were covered on the inside with wooden blinds, and a large metal grate covered it on the outside when the place was locked. Terry looked around and noted that nearly everything about the place was light brown in color and relatively new. There was nothing that indicated the age of the building, unlike every other shop Terry had observed in the Village. It completely lacked character, not that he was here to appreciate character. He admired the men in the shop. There were several he would love to have sex with, and he commented on them to his companions. He watched them disappear behind a curtain and they didn’t return.

“That’s where the steps to paradise are, I presume.”

“Yes. The maze is to the left.”

Terry followed them at a respectable distance, but he lost them in the darkness of the maze. Instead, he found himself in a room lit only by a single red light bulb, and he was witness to all the depravity that two men could do together. In a far corner he noticed an orgy of seven guys combining in every way possible. Some of them noticed him as well and motioned him to join them. He was theirs in an instant as seven guys were all over him. All he could do, being suddenly the centerpiece of their orgy, was enjoy the ride. This was sex as he had never known it could be.

Then he felt what he was not prepared for.

“Whoa!” he shouted. “Wrap it up or get out.”

Suddenly all seven males deserted him. He didn’t play by the rules of the basement. Left out of the conglomeration of mingled bodies, he worked his way back towards the maze.

“Hey, wait!” One of the seven came running after him. “You must be new here. Come with me into the maze.”

He grabbed Terry’s hand and led him into the absolute darkness of the maze. They rounded four corners and he pulled Terry to him. He was a man on a mission and not to be denied. Terry couldn’t refrain from giving in completely to the man. Afterward, he disappeared before Terry could say a word.

Totally disoriented in the darkness, Terry began to feel his way around the maze, accidentally touching couples along the way. Only when he heard moaning did he know there were two guys engaged.

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

January 22, 2015 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, erotic romance, gay romance, love stories, romance | , , , , | Leave a comment

Winchester’s Men

Winchester's Men
A Winchester was a rifle that helped many pioneers as they settled the western provinces. They were known for their shooting ability when hunting for meat to eat, and nearly every man ‘packed a rod.’ That rather accurately describes our dancers as well as our customers.

Excerpt:
Gregor hired me for a one night performance, a special birthday gift for his Steve, and with a little logistical planning, I pulled it off to perfection. I’m not like the pretty muscle gods they’ve got dancing here. Most of the guys I hang with don’t even realise I like to swing with a guy any morning, afternoon, or night. The guys I hang with really enjoy (no, make that love) their motorcycles. That’s where the thrill and power lies – sitting on top of a two wheeled machine surging with power – the feeling of leather and chrome and speed at our total command, riding where we want, doing what we want, as often as we want.

At 11:00 that night in full riding gear, I got my ’51 Indian (for you bike enthusiasts who need to know that kind of thing), revved up the engine and rode right on stage, gently shoved the dancer to the floor, rode down the ramp and braked in front of the VIP table. I looked Steve right in the eye and bellowed, “You the guy who runs this pansy club?” Instantly, uniformed security people were surrounding me. I got behind Steve, grabbed his neck in an arm lock, and hollered at the security guards. “Back off but stay in sight, unless you want a corpse on your hands, and that goes for the rest of you, too. Hey Bartender – take the phone off the hook and set it on the bar top where I can see it, and don’t let me even see a cell phone.”

You could have heard a pin drop in the place. I slowly took my trusty blade from my boot and began to pick my teeth with it. I loved being the centre of attention. “What!” I shouted menacingly, “You pretty boys like seeing guys take their clothes off? That really pops your cookies? Well, fine with me. You, come here,” I said glaringly at one of the security cops. One came forward. “Don’t none of you try nuthin’ right now, you hear?”

“Stand there.” He obeyed. “Come closer. These pretty boys here wanna see a man – a real man.” I took my knife and deftly sliced the threads on his shirt buttons so it fell open. “Now, get out there and tease us. Give us a show like you’re used to seeing here.” He slowly obeyed, having no other option. “Peel that t-shirt off – show us what a real man’s chest looks like.” He complied. “Glad you got a nice one for the boys here. Wouldn’t want them to be disappointed.” He wiggled and did a rather good strip. “Give us a show, Mr. Officer. That’s it, you can do it. Pretend you’re one of the pretty boys. Sell your body.” He hit some bodybuilder’s stances like he had been posing for years. The other security staff looked on helplessly, wondering and fearing that I had something in mind for them, too.

I skillfully took the knife and sliced open the seam of his trousers from the crotch through to the belt line, and his pants fell to his knees. “Ooh, nice!” I said. “Come on, Officer. Make it hot. Give the boys here what they want.” He again complied. “Okay, boys, give the nice officer a round of applause.” There was some polite applause.

“Well, what do you know? It seems the nice officer really belongs here. You’ve got customers here who want to see something different and really hot, so give them their money’s worth. They paid to get in here tonight.”

I hollered over to the bartender that I wanted a bottle of the best champagne in the house. A very nervous waiter brought it to the table, and it took him several tries to get the bottle popped. He could barely pour it into the glasses. “Don’t you go away, pretty boy,” I told him. I took a sip from my glass and looked over at the officer.

“Very good, Officer. By the way, what’s your name?”

“Rene.”

“Well, very good show, Rene. I think everyone should give Officer Rene here a round of applause.” A huge round of applause followed as he scrambled to gather his uniform. “Hey, Rene, been a guard here long?”

“No, Sir,” he responded. “Tonight was my first night.”

“Maybe you can get a promotion to dancer here, Officer Rene. What do you think, Stevie?” I asked, slightly releasing the hold I had on him. “Would you hire him to dance here for all the pretty boys?” I waited for an answer. None was coming.

Looking into his eyes, I said, “You know what I think, Stevie baby? I think you should hire him as a dancer. You know what else I think, Stevie baby? I think you should have one memorable birthday. So,” I continued in a voice still loud enough for all to hear, “Happy birthday! I hope this birthday is always remembered as something special.” In front of everyone, I planted a big long wet kiss on his lips. Then in an even louder voice, I apologised to everyone present. “I am sorry for any emotional terror I may have caused you in the last fifteen or so minutes. To make up for it, the drinks are on me for the next half hour, so get the waiters and the bartenders busy.”

Steve sank back in his chair totally weak. Then I introduced him to Rene, a new dancer at Winchester’s – Montreal I had hired for the night. By the time Steve found out his security guards were in on my part of the night’s festivities, he immediately deduced who had hired me. I hung around to make sure no murder would follow. By the end of the night Steve and I had made peace, once he regained his composure, and I made a few friends that night.

Come in and say ‘Hi’ to me. I really won’t bite, unless you want me to.

“Winchester’s Men,” gay erotica/erotic romance by Duncan More, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Google, Kobo ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

January 9, 2015 Posted by | adventure, ebooks, erotic fiction, erotic romance | , | Leave a comment

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