Elliot Andrews finds his way to New Orleans intent upon opening his own psychic shop. A big-hearted landlady, Mona May Markey, introduces him to Dennis Jordan at his first pre-Mardi gras party. Dennis is an older, well-respected entrepreneur known for his support of the street boys in and around the French Quarter. Elliot falls hard for the kind gentleman of many secrets, but soon after the two become lovers, he begins to have dark visions and night terrors of rainstorms and dark waters. With the use of Tarot cards, he struggles to understand what it all means, but nothing prepares him for the truth about Dennis.
Dennis owned and operated one of the most successful Italian restaurants which flourished for more than twenty years. This was a major success story in and of itself in a fluid and sporadic restaurant town. Dennis had also invested wisely in several real estate ventures. He bought a couple of houses along the broad and shady Esplanade, thoughtfully renovated the properties, and turned them into updated condominiums.
“Nice to meet you,” I said as I took his hand. I felt a tremendous warmth and connection to this man instantly, but I felt a feeling of forced gaiety with a cloak of sorrow behind the eyes of the smiling face. Dennis was someone I wanted to know better and by the impression I got, everyone else did as well.
Dennis was solidly built, well maintained, with a dazzling smile I’m sure must have cost a fortune. He had a mane of light auburn hair which came off as blond under the glow of the gaslights. He grabbed a beer and joined the party. I had not eaten and knew it was time to do so before I had anything else to drink, so I grabbed a gold paper plate and loaded up. I retreated to a corner where I could eat in some semblance of solitude, but I found I had led the charge to the food table and everyone followed suit. I was half way through the piece of purple and gold king cake when I bit down on something and screamed, “What the…?” I pulled out of my mouth a little plastic baby still half covered with frosting. “What is this?” I shrieked half mad and half curious.
“Elliot got the baby.”
“What is the baby? I almost broke a tooth.”
Dennis took it upon himself to explain the plastic baby was a good luck tradition, that every king cake was baked with one plastic baby, and whoever found it in their piece of cake would have a wish come true within the coming year.
“You mean I need to wish for something other than a good dentist?” I asked laughing.
It was a cool night as I made my way to the restaurant. I caught Dennis’s eye across the bar. He beamed his amazing smile and headed in my direction. He grabbed my hand and kissed me on the mouth which was a surprise, but a pleasant one.
“El, let me get you a drink,” he said as he escorted me into the banquet room.
I turned and said, “You sure know how to make a guy feel like a queen.”
Dennis and I gravitated toward the bar to wait for the remainder of the arriving guests. I took a high stool at the service bar and noticed a tall and thin sandy blond bending into the ice bin to fill a glass. I heard Dennis say “Arlen, I want you to meet someone here. Arlen Williams, this is Elliot Andrews. Elliot is a master psychic, and we want to make him feel especially welcome.”
“Right Turn on Royal,” a romantic suspense/murder mystery by David Edmondson, is available from B&N, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, Google Books, Apple, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
With his sights set on a bright red sports coupe, Jack pulls into Happy Jack’s Used Car Lot hoping to get a good trade-in for his old clunker, Junior, and encounters a very persuasive salesman who convinces him to buy a van. Unsure of his decision at first, Jack quickly finds that the van is much more than transportation. For him and his friends, the less than impressive looking vehicle becomes their wheels of fortune!
Buying a van was the last thing on Jack’s mind when he pulled into Happy Jack’s Used Car Lot one hot August Saturday afternoon. He had planned and saved all summer to get a little sport coupe that would get him back and forth to campus. Junior, as he called his old clunker, just wouldn’t handle another year of the wear and tear of the daily trek. It barely got him around town as he delivered pizza for Angelo’s Pizza every night. Time had taken its toll on the old vehicle and it was time to move on.
At least twice a week Jack had driven past the lot and yesterday he spied a shiny red Chevy for $3000.00. He had risen early, showered, shaved, and pulled out a pair of good dress slacks and one of his few ironed shirts. “Dress to impress” was one of his mottos and if he were to get a good deal, he knew he had to impress the salesman.
He turned into Happy Jack’s lot and parked Junior on the side of the building. He climbed out of the car, adjusted his shirtsleeves, and headed directly over to the red Chevy. He was examining the body when a very proper-looking salesman arrived.
“Hi, I’m Sam,” he said, shaking Jack’s hand as he handed him a business card with the name Sam Devlin on it. “Can I help you?” he asked, looking Jack directly in the eyes.
“Sure can. I’m Jack. What’s your bottom price on this one?” He absently gazed back at the hazel eyes of the salesman.
“No, no – your bottom price, not your asking price,” Jack replied.
Jack watched him slowly turn and start to walk away. “I really had my heart set on this Chevy. It looks like it would be great for getting me back and forth to classes at State,” Jack said.
“State? You’re going to State? I went to State six years ago.”
Jack liked the enthusiasm he suddenly heard in Sam’s voice. His hopes rose. Maybe there was still hope of a deal on the Chevy.
“Listen,” Sam continued with a little more animation in his voice and eyes, “You really don’t want a sports coupe for that commute. Trust me. You’re taking the interstate back and forth and the cops love to nail guys in sports cars. Think of something a little less flashy. I have the perfect vehicle for you. It’s a cream colored van. The body’s great, the engine runs perfectly, and there’s a lot of room in the back, if you catch my meaning.”
“A van? I don’t think so.”
“Just take a look at it.”
“I guess it won’t hurt to look,” Jack said. He followed Sam into the garage and he couldn’t help noticing how broad the man’s shoulders were and the fact that his muscles bulged under his white shirt. He thought to himself, “Wonder what he’d be like in bed.” He shook his head quickly to banish the sex fantasy and get his mind back on the reality at hand.
“Hey, Joe!” Sam hollered. “The van finished yet?”
Dressed in a mechanic’s blue coveralls, a man on a dolly rolled himself out from under the Bronco he was repairing and Jack’s mouth dropped wide open. This guy was an Adonis, even covered in garage grease. In another quick private fantasy, Jack could see himself dropping to the greasy floor with this god of a man.
“Yeah, I just finished it. It’s as good as new.”
The mechanic rolled himself back under the Bronco, leaving only his legs and pelvis visible. Jack swallowed hard and hoped Sam had noticed nothing.
Jack walked over to the van and was surprised by it. He was impressed by the captain’s chairs and all the options included. “Go ahead, climb in, get the feel of it!” Jack climbed in and perched himself behind the wheel. It was the first time he had ever been in a van and the feeling was strange, but he liked the sensation of being so high up. Sam walked up to the open window. “We could take it for a test drive.” Sam slapped plates on the van and climbed inside.
Jack was silently amazed at the ease with which the van handled. He turned onto the interstate, added a little more gas, and marveled at the smoothness of the ride.
Sam was quick to speak up. “A nice thing about a van is all the extra leg room. A passenger can really stretch out,” and he stretched his legs out longer and wider apart. “Feels good to stretch out. Never feel cramped.” His hand reached over to Jack. “You feeling a bit cramped?”
“Go for it,” Jack smiled warmly. “Hell of a way to make a sale, but I like the approach.”
“There’s a rest area a half mile up the road. Why not pull over? Then I could really show you the advantages of a van, like all the space in the back, since there’s no third seat.”
Jack flipped on the turn signal, shifted to the right-hand lane, and pulled onto the exit ramp.
“Wheels of Fortune,” a new erotic romance novel by Duncan More, is available from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, All Romance ebooks, Kobo ebooks, and the Apple iBookstores. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
With long black hair draping down to the small of his back, grey eyes, pectoral muscles with hard pink nipples, a flat stomach, and long toned legs, the Aquarian Angel known as Temptation takes mortal form because he enjoys the sensation of being a beautiful mortal man, and for a reason which only he senses, he knows that something is going to happen this summer in Kip River and he wants to be a part of it. When a young cowboy comes across a group of angels appearing in mortal form as nude men at the edge of the river, they do not run away. They lavish him with kisses and lead him to the angel known as Temptation. Temptation wraps his arms around him, looks into his eyes and smiles. He runs his hands over Shane’s hair and down to his cheek, admiring the hills of his chest. He brings his lips sensually up to Shane’s neck. The seduction of the mortal has begun.
“Go let Temptation know that we have company,” he said.
Shane began to shake in fear, as he believed they were monsters. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“I won’t hurt you, none of us will. Come sit with us,” the angel said while stroking Shane’s chin with the tip of his finger.
The four of them sat against a tree trunk where the ray of sunlight shone down. Up close, Shane noticed how brightly their skin glowed, free of flaws. He had never seen men so beautiful. He had always fantasized about being with three men at the same time but never thought that it would actually happen.
“What is your name?”
“Shane. What are you guys?”
“We are Aquarian Angels, River Angels to be exact,” Sin said unbuttoning a couple of buttons on Shane’s shirt to get a closer look at his chest.
Evil put his arm around Shane and began stroking the side of his face with his fingertips. “We’re not going to harm you.”
Sin began to kiss Shane’s beautiful chest with his soft lips, continuing down to his stomach. Evil brought Shane’s face to his and began to kiss him.
Meanwhile in the river, Temptation took his long hair and began to braid it to squeeze the water out of it. He smiled.
Shane was lost in ecstasy. The mustache above Evil’s lip tickled and brushed against his upper lip, and Sin wanted nothing more than to open the zipper of the cowboy’s jeans, but the mortal wasn’t for him. He was for Temptation who was waiting for him near the river.
“We need to get him to Temptation,” Sin said.
They stopped, leaving Shane wanting so much more.
“There’s someone you must meet. His name is Temptation. He doesn’t speak a word of any language. He is pure lust.” Evil took Shane by the hand. “I’ll take you to him.”
Temptation heard Evil’s footsteps and he let out a lustrous breath causing the tree branches to shake. Evil brought Shane to the bank of the river. “Temptation will meet you here,” he said. As soon as Shane was near the edge of the river, he noticed Temptation standing in the water with his legs apart, his left thumb pulling the waist of his pants down revealing a glimpse of his most intimate self.
“You’re going to love this,” Evil whispered into Shane’s ear.
The seduction of the mortal had begun.
“Aquarian Angels-River,” a shifter romance novel by Justin Kayser, is available from Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance, Kobo, Google, Apple, Barnes & Noble, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
NASTIES – it gives the hint of something horrible and yet they really are something quite beautiful. At the same time, the inverse is just as real. What is quite beautiful can end up being horrible.
The death of a parent is hard on the soul, but it is an expected grief. The death of a child is ten times harder. The ashes I carried were the child to whom I gave the gift of life. Mature children should bury old parents and not the reverse. It goes against the laws of natural order. It makes no difference whether the child is two months old or thirty-four years. The pain and sorrow that burden my spirit are unfathomable, and having buried four parents and two children, I know there is no comparison on the depth of sorrow. My thoughts on the ride home from the cemetery dealt mainly with whether I should have known it would happen. What could I have done differently that would have changed this outcome? In my mind, I traced his entire life or at least the part where I was most involved with it.
Blaise always identified more strongly with males from as early as he could recall. His teen idols were the singers Fabian, Dion, Frankie Avalon, and Paul Anka. Connie Francis did nothing for him. Neither did Annette, even when she was a Mouseketeer. As a child, the only Mouseketeers that drew his attention were Bobby and Tommy.
In college, Blaise was assigned to off-campus housing with two other guys. Each had his own bedroom, and pretty much went their separate ways. Blaise’s way was finding and making friends with the swishiest guys he could find and getting them into bed. That was how he met Doug. He was as well built as Blaise, pretty straight acting, with a chest covered in sand-colored hair that Blaise loved to caress. It didn’t take long for some of the guys to figure out that they were more than roommates, though, and the hassling began, but this time Blaise fought back. Judo classes paid off and the warning went out not to mess with him, at least not one on one. Of course, there were religious student groups that were anti-homosexual and they had rallies and posted signs on bulletin boards advising that homosexuals should be shunned by God-fearing souls.
Doug and Blaise were together for over four years, and then Blaise came home early one day and there was Doug, in bed with a blond beach bum-type hitchhiker. Well, that blond was dressed and out the door in under five minutes, and Doug was out the next day. You don’t tug on Superman’s cape, you don’t spit into the wind, and you don’t pull Blaise’s chain. After the breakup, Blaise learned that Doug had cheated on him from day two and deceived him about his fidelity from day three. He was a regular denizen of adult bookstores and the bus terminal men’s room. If there was a tearoom within twenty-five miles, he knew about it from personal visits. The only thing amazing about the relationship was that he never contracted or gave Blaise a sexual disease.
It was evident that Blaise was not destined to be single. In a span of a few years, Scotty, then Marty, then Damian, and then Dan became a part of the family get-togethers. We liked all of them except Marty. He seemed to be a domineering personality, and we were rather relieved when the two of them split up. With Damian, both men seemed happy. They were even planning to build a house together. It probably would have been a lasting relationship if Damian’s job had not transferred him to the West Coast.
But life goes on, and Blaise met Dan Stone, a fellow teacher. Dan appeared the first day dressed to do the dirty work of arranging the room, lugging textbooks from storage, and creating initial day bulletin boards. He was wearing filthy Reeboks, old faded blue jeans and a sweatshirt, and he had no wedding band, not that Blaise checked for that on every male he met – only the hot ones.
From the moment they met, Blaise was truly happy again. The two educators enjoyed going to art galleries, theatre, and concerts together. When Blaise directed the high school play, Dan pitched in building the set and helping with the specialized make-up. They were a team, a true partnership in everything, total cooperation and commitment to each other.
It was just after the beginning of the following year when Dan began to complain about severe headaches and that he was getting tired easily. That was the beginning of something no one expected.
“Life Among the Nasties”, a heartfelt story of love, bullying and forgiveness, by Duncan More, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Google, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, and Coffeetime Romance.
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.
For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Cover Above.
Below are a few individual links to “Stolen Paradise” in the iBookstores, by country:
https://itunes.apple.com/au/book/stolen-paradise/id590253132?mt=11 – Australia
https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/stolen-paradise/id590253132?mt=11 – Great Britain
https://itunes.apple.com/nz/book/stolen-paradise/id590253132?mt=11 – New Zealand
https://itunes.apple.com/ch/book/stolen-paradise/id590253132?mt=11 – Switzerland
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.
For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Cover Above.
Below are a few individual links to “Star Power” in the iBookstores, by country:
https://itunes.apple.com/au/book/star-power/id592104488?mt=11 – Australia
https://itunes.apple.com/ca/book/star-power/id592104488?mt=11 – Canada
https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/star-power/id592104488?mt=11 – Great Britain
https://itunes.apple.com/ie/book/star-power/id592104488?mt=11 – Ireland
https://itunes.apple.com/nz/book/star-power/id592104488?mt=11 – New Zealand
Ashley, a semi-pro surfer from Canada, meets Josafina, a professional photographer, in Italy. With a picnic on the beach, romance begins, but time and distance between them as well as cultural differences regarding a love such as theirs threatens to end their romance. Perhaps a casual fling is all they can hope for, or is there some way for the two women to be together?
I heard her lock the door behind us and before I could say a word, she pressed her body to mine, kissing me strongly and moving her hands up my back. I was surprised by her move, but aroused nonetheless. Her kisses were damp and passionate. As she rubbed her cheek next to mine, I could feel the heat of her body which stimulated me. She was definitely the aggressor. The room began to pulsate and I didn’t want to miss a moment of this beautiful, sexy woman seducing me. She looked at me and smiled, taking my hand in hers, and walking me to her bed.
Within fifteen minutes we arrived at her place. It was a tropical hideaway set amidst tall coconut palms which sported an inviting hammock, a mango tree filled with fruit, and a row of banana trees. The building was a restored plantation house, painted colorfully with soft yellow walls, aqua trim and a hot pink door. My heart was beating fast as Josafina put the key in the door and turned the handle. The breeze was blowing the curtains wildly as we entered the living room/kitchen. As Josafina locked the door behind us, I kissed the back of her neck. It was a slow, moist kiss on her warm, salty skin. She sighed and her shoulders dropped. I slid my arms around her waist and she turned and looked deeply into my eyes. We gazed upon one another’s souls for moments before having our first long kiss.
“In Her Arms,” a lesbian love story, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, the Amazon stores, Rainbow ebooks, Kobo ebooks, Bookstrand, Coffeetime Romance, and All Romance ebooks. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Cover Above.
Below are a few individual links to “In Her Arms” in the iBookstores, by country:
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.
“Bridesmen of Madison County,” an over-the-top, humorous, action packed romance by Mark Thornton, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, the Amazon stores, Rainbow ebooks, Kobo ebooks, Bookstrand, Coffeetime Romance, and All Romance ebooks. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com. This book is also available in print.
For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Cover Above.
Below are a few individual links to “Bridesmen of Madison County” in the iBookstores, by country:
When dramatic changes begin to occur in Callie, she fears they may be the result of a chemical spill from a plant ten miles from where she lives. Catching her boyfriend cheating on her, she moves in with a woman, but her attraction to her new roommate makes her question her own sexuality. Is she falling in love with a woman? How can she possibly explain what is going on inside her own body and that her transformation may not be complete? Her roommate will surely think she has lost her mind.
The bar was just what I had been longing for: the dim lighting, the soft breeze coming in off the beach, and the smooth glass in my hand. When I had returned to the hotel earlier, I had found Bob deep in a young twenty-something who I recognized as our waitress from the big party the night before. After a hearty slap to his amazed face, I grabbed my things and headed to the airport. There I had lost it in the ladies room, crying my eyes out on the cold plastic toilet seat. I had just gotten to the last sniffles when there was a knock at the door.
When I emerged, I had come face to face with a gorgeous green-eyed blonde, her tight derriere poured into the most flattering jeans I had ever seen. The swell of her luscious bosom was enough to make my head spin, even as I tried to focus on her face.
“My name’s Cheryl. You okay?” she asked again, handing me a tissue.
“No,” I managed honestly, taking the proffered tissue and blowing my nose. “I’m Callie and it has been a day from hell. I don’t know what to do, and the last thing I want is to get on a plane.”
“Then tell you what, Callie,” she said with a wink. “Let me buy you a drink at the bar down the terminal. I’ve had a day myself, and I could use another woman to talk to.”
My stomach twisted, knowing that I couldn’t afford to miss my flight, not even for this perfect angel. “I can’t. I’ve got no money for another flight if I miss this one.”
“Then you’re in luck,” she said, taking one of my bags. “Not only am I a pilot; I also own my own plane. Come on.”
I trailed after her, biting my lip, but unable to say no.
“Grow a Pair,” a transgender romance fiction ebook by Tara Fox Hall, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, the Amazon stores, Rainbow ebooks, Kobo ebooks, Bookstrand, Coffeetime Romance, and All Romance ebooks. Coming soon to Sony. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Cover Above.
Below are a few individual links to “Grow a Pair” in the iBookstores, by country:
https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/grow-a-pair/id575922131?mt=11 – Great Britain
Dusty Calhoun, recovering from wounds from a train robbery gone wrong, must leave the Wind River Reservation and catch up to his gang of wild boys before it is too late to save them and the gold. A message of a traitor sets Dusty off to embark on a ride through the west with unexpected encounters and places; where he must decide who he can trust, who his pals really are, and finally put the haunting memories of the Blakely Gang to rest. Dusty knows he never should have let Jake Willowford go on without him after all the hell and high water they have been through together. The time has come to make it right, to see it through and to find his cowboy where the trails end.
Dusty’s eyes flutter and he cannot make out the words but he understands them inside, he sees them on her lips in the dim glow and smiles. The fire returns but it is cool, so cool, over his naked flesh. No one is inside the lodge now. He shivers, the sweat rolling off his skin as his muscles strain. The raw wounds have been covered with more powder and leaves. The warmth returns starting at his loins and slowly spreads throughout his body. Dusty can smell his own scent over the sage, a rich masculine scent of sex, and he is filled with thoughts of desire and of Jake’s touch. The dark hair slicked back, calm brown eyes showing lust and love and Jake’s lithe body so eager to please take Dusty to the limit. Jake is all that matters in Dusty’s mind’s eye. In the semi darkness he feels release without laying a hand on himself and he breathes heavy, feeling the hurt all over again.
The melancholy wail of the train whistle sounds off from down El Paso way where the border and the freedom of Mexico beyond its imaginary boundaries lie. An oasis has been created a few miles outside the Texas town by the recent plentiful rains. Jake Willowford and Frank Ward are skinny dipping in the newly formed watering hole, their clothes, boots and guns stowed away in the saddlebags of their horses. Jake’s bobbing body is tanned from the long ride to the south while Frank’s hide is more burned than brown especially on his shoulders and back. Jake’s dark eyes meet Frank’s lighter ones as both of them tread cool water in the deeper middle. A warm breeze gritty with sand strikes them from the desert surroundings complementing the coolness of the pond.
“Now this is something special.” Jake drifts and relaxes enjoying the cool calming sensation over his bare skin.
“It sure is.” Frank speaks his devious thoughts. “You want to….?”
Jake shakes his head, “Ain’t gonna happen.”
“Trail’s End”, a cowboy/western by David Sharp, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Amazon, Sony, Kobo ebooks, B&N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.