Loner and con man Sam is a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. Born into a world of scams, hoaxes and schemes, he settles in Miami after making a major art swindle, only to lose his heart to the wrong man. Broke and broken, he rockets out of the sunshine state only to be detoured to Las Vegas. Running from the problem is nothing new to this flim-flam man, but he has always worked alone until now. Pulling off the scam that his life now depends on, he is forced to join a motley crew of amateurs, including a former reality star, a retired showgirl, and a disabled vet and his stripper brother, who is running a con of his own.
Love, loss, redemption and sex are set against the bright neon of the Las Vegas strip in this sizzling romance!
I owed a guy money.
A lot of money.
And I made a deal with the devil.
Yeah, I’m a thief. Not proud of that, but not disturbed by it either.
No moral compass at all, survival of the fittest was what it boiled down to with us – Dad, Mom and me. Poppa was a rollin’ stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home…the old man was as good looking as my mother was beautiful, but they could never make it together. He would bounce back to us for a caper now and then when we needed to make a larger than average hit, and then he’d be off again. But even when we were together we were like sharks, moving from town to town. We lived as high as we could for as long as we could, and then we would be on the hunt for another sucker to take down. There truly is one born every minute, as P.T. Barnum famously said, and we were always ready to help that fool to be parted with his money.
First I was just a prop. Food, clothing, cigarettes, and booze were stuffed into the stroller net and to my tender, but thickening, hide. As a toddler, my carriage became a getaway buggy for auto parts, jewelry, rare books, and once, a few furs. I can still remember the soft brush of chinchilla against my skin. As I got older, I followed the lead of my parents. Scheming and scamming were their stock and trade, and I took to it like a baby duck to water, never questioning any of it because it was the only life I knew. I learned to hotwire a car, pick a pocket, forge a check, and dodge rent. Our coat of arms would have consisted of a piece of broken hanger and a pair of soft gloves to prevent fingerprints.
South Beach has beautiful Art Deco buildings and is packed with hot guys of all shapes, sizes and types. South beach is also packed with thieves, scammers, and con people like me. I was running an art deal, a specialty that I was becoming known for. It was an international arrangement in which I managed to smuggle two Dutch Master works out of the country on yachts. I knew a guy who had done amazing replicas of the works. With properly aged canvas (it’s amazing what plain old tea bags and the South Florida sun can do to age canvas), he used only the best materials to make the correct formulas of old pigment, and hand made his own brushes. The pieces were as close to the originals as anyone was going to get.
The haul was big. Following the way I had lived my entire life, I took a sublet in one of the glittery high rise buildings that dot South Beach, and lived a little. I like stability, but had gotten used to life on the go, settling in quick and not staying in the same place. But every now and then, when I was flush with cash, I would splurge and settle in for a little while. I was enjoying South Beach, so I hit the clubs, spent some time in the gym and at the beach, and met Carlos.
Carlos had large eyes the color of a melted Godiva chocolate, skin like satin, thick black hair landing nearly to his shoulders, and that body… he was built like he was made of steel coils wrapped in suede. The attraction was mutual and instant.
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In the conclusion of the ‘Journey of Self’ series, Daniel Self finds himself defending his relationship with Jordan Richards. He’s prepared to forgive Jordan for the past, but it’s not so easy for Daniel’s long time friend, Dunnelly Knight. Daniel struggles to find the love he’s looking for, only to come face to face with the past he has denied.
Daniel landed at Love Field on schedule and was at the condo well before 8:00. Jordan and he had chosen to live separately and allow their relationship to progress over time. It seemed to be working well, though Jordan pressed for more at times, as if he were looking for some sort of commitment. Jordan could always generate passion, and the sex was beyond intense. Daniel felt that he lost his usual objectivity when it came to sex with Jordan, and he often wondered how Jordan had become so skilled in what he did and how he did it.
Daniel showered and climbed into bed. His nude body was tired and he was looking forward to down time with Jordan. He picked up his cell phone and noticed that it was almost 9:00, but there was no message. He switched on the TV to the local channel and saw a promo for the local news with Dunnelly’s smiling face. He still had the same boyish good looks and easy smile as he had years ago when he was on the sidelines in his Willow Wildcat cheerleading uniform. Dunnelly had always been the one constant in Daniel’s life of loss and change and he held him close to his heart. Daniel sighed and switched off the TV. It was almost 10:00 and still no Jordan. He tossed his phone aside and closed his eyes. He thought he was dreaming when he felt a warm sensation between his legs. He heard Jordan mumble, “Relax cowboy, I’ll take care of this.” Daniel glanced at the clock. It was twelve minutes past midnight.
Daniel could feel the familiar sensation that could bring him close to ecstasy. Sex with Jordan was beyond description. “Whoa, give me a little break between, would ya?” he smiled. “Man, you can go full throttle for hours, but I need to come up for air.”
Jordan looked up sheepishly. “Do you miss me when you’re down there in Austin with all those politicians?” Jordan asked.
“When I’m in Austin, I’m working,” Daniel answered.
Jordan lay silent, but quietly seethed. “Have you given any more thought to our living together?” He finally broke the silence.
“Not really, Jordan. Was I supposed to?” Daniel asked. “I thought you were clear that I didn’t want that kind of commitment. We get together when we want, and I don’t want to mess it up by moving too quickly.”
“Well, you are, and I don’t want to feel like I’m on hold forever,” Jordan whispered. He rolled onto his side and watched the steady rise and fall of Daniel’s chest as he drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Jordan slipped off the side of the bed carefully. Daniel was undisturbed as he murmured slightly and turned onto his back. His legs were spread and his hands were tucked behind his head under his pillow. A soft light from the bedside lamp cast shadows across Daniel’s amazing torso. Jordan smiled slightly, reached into the pocket of his jeans, and pulled out his smart phone. What better time to capture this in pictures, he thought. He snapped several pictures of Daniel’s nude sleeping body and checked the time as he pocketed his phone. Still time for a couple of drinks, he thought as he tucked in his shirt, ran his fingers through his hair, and checked himself out in the bathroom mirror.
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As the fashion-conscious homosexual that I am, in my head I have a matching set of clothing for every man I’ve ever been with. And yes, “been with” is a euphemism for sex. Before recalling the men in my life, dragging them out of my closet and airing them on the line for all to see, I thought it would only be fair to have one of my past lovers describe me in clothing. What follows is his response, unedited and unapologetic, much like him: “In the closet of my love life, you would be a pair of fitted, designer blue jeans – expensive and engineered to accentuate the bits you’re proud of while hiding the bits that you’re not. Below the jeans would be a saucy pair of modern, black, Italian leather shoes, well-worn and perfect for dancing. Under the jeans is a pair of forty dollar Calvins. Above is a tailored pin-striped shirt that you bought to make yourself look taller. P.S. You’re not short, you only think you are. The only accessory is a wristwatch that looks expensive but wasn’t. You hate being late. You think the idea of Queer Standard Time is appalling and reinforces a bad stereotype. In fact, you insist on being early for everything and bounce around like a little waist-coated white rabbit when others make you late.”
That’s not how I would introduce myself, but that’s the point. Before I start unabashedly gossiping about the men who have been in my life, in clothes and out, I thought it only fair to give myself the same treatment. Now comes the fun part. Without further delay, I present to you, in chronological order, the men in Randy Talbot’s closet.
Se7en was an underground club and it sounded like the party was well underway by the time we got there. We grabbed each others’ hands and went down the steamy, dark rabbit hole together.
“Cover is twenty dollars,” the goth door attendant barked at us as he checked our IDs.
“Evan, didn’t you say it shouldn’t be more than ten?”
“Oh, tonight’s our special anniversary,” said the attendant, a crooked smile curling on his blackened lips. “Seven years at this location. It’s quite the party in there.”
We briefly discussed going somewhere else, but we were already there, so we bit the bullet, paid, got our hands stamped, and crossed into the unknown. The thick, inky satin curtain dividing coat check from the rest of the club may as well have been a wormhole into another universe. We froze before taking three steps inside and surveyed the landscape: black leather harnesses, vinyl clothing, rubber gloves, glow sticks, back hair, chains, and gas masks paraded before us under a shifting net of green laser lights that zapped through a fog of dry ice and perspiration. Then there was us. I wore my standard “little black dress” – a black spandex t-shirt and fitted black slacks. Evan wore a skin-tight metallic gold t-shirt and jeans, and Andy’s outfit was something like mine.
“Oh!” Evan exclaimed, clasping his hands together like some kid on Christmas morning. “This is going to be sooooo much fun!” He bounced into the room and introduced himself to a rather hirsute man in ass-less chaps. The remaining three of us huddled together, looking at each other with our mouths agape.
The night didn’t go badly at all. Evan and I stuck together for pretty much the entire night and he eventually poured enough liquor down my throat to get me dancing to the hellish trance music. By midnight, hunky Kevin was wearing a dog collar and getting led around by an enormous muscular man who might have been around thirty, and he seemed to be enjoying it. Andy had his face covered with neon war paint and was chatting with a svelte young man whose nipples were pierced and chained together. Another chain ran down his torso and disappeared behind the waist of his black leather pants where I imagine it was attached to something else.
Evan only left my side once to go to the washroom. By that time we had already shared many kisses, but when he got back he seemed a little too energized. I could tell he was into me before, but whatever he had downed in the washroom shattered what was left of his inhibitions. And don’t misunderstand. The attraction was by no means one-way. Evan was one hot little number.
Last call came and went. Andy had already left on the arm of an exotic-looking creature with a green mohawk. Kevin had lost his “owner” but retained his collar and a phone number. The three of us split a cab back to campus. Evan was all over me in the back seat and I can’t say I was doing much to stop him.
“Geez, get a room, you two,” said Kevin.
“That’s the plaaaaaaan,” said Evan, taking a break from tonguing my ear. “Besides,” he said, sliding his hand under my shirt. “You don’t know where my dorm is. And, right now, neither do I.” Then he laughed like he had just cracked the funniest joke ever.
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“Complete and Uncut.” That was exactly how Larry liked the men he bedded. Making his way in the world, he is hired at an Italian restaurant where the waiters are as spicy as the cuisine. A sexy boss with an unquenchable desire for his waiters, as well as a regular customer always in the company of young men and looking for more, and Larry’s job takes some interesting turns, ultimately leading him to a place he never thought he would be.
“You’ve sort of taken him under your wing, eh? Just like a robin watching her young take their first flight.”
“Sort of. I think he has the potential to be really good at this, and I want to make sure his first solo is successful.”
“Well, go for it. Just don’t hit on him.”
“I had no intention. I don’t know how he’d take it.”
He found Larry standing at the waiter’s station waiting for his first order to be fixed. “How’s it going so far?”
“Pretty good. Except I think he was trying to hit on me.”
“You don’t have to think about it. He was. He likes his men young, and you’re his type.”
They approached the table, and Larry was flawless in his introductory service. He had the beverages to them promptly, took their table order, and keyed in the data for the kitchen. He returned with Mr. Boggs’ food containers, processed the credit card, and was shocked to find a twenty dollar bill stuck in his hand as Mr. Boggs rose from the table. “Good service, young man. I’ll see you again.”
Larry didn’t notice the thumbs up sign Mr. Boggs gave Mr. Trathan as he left.
“Great job, Lorenzo,” Mr. Trathan said as Larry and Marco left the restaurant at closing.
“Where’s your car?” Larry asked, not seeing the green Ford where Marco usually parked.
“I’m being picked up. Now look, there’s one thing I have to tell you about Mr. Trathan. How much did you make in tips tonight?”
“That’s good for a slow Monday. On a weekend, you’ll probably grab at least two bills per night. Once you get used to making that kind of money, Mr. Trathan will ask you to come in early one afternoon and he’s going to ask you if you want to keep your job? That’s when he’ll put the moves on you. If you comply, you keep your job. If you don’t, you’re history.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because he did that with me.”
“I see. Thanks for the heads up. But that’s no problem. I like sex with guys, especially if they’re uncut.”
“So do I now, because of Mr. Trathan…oh, here comes the car. Let me introduce you to Lance. He’s my husband of two years.”
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When Dan and his friends fly into a small Wyoming town to film scenes of a project they’re working on together, they stay at Dan’s parents’ old summer house on Walter Lake. Once they arrive, Dan feels something strange at the lake. His sense of home, the smells and sights seem to have vanished. When the appearance of a Lake Angel named Whisper comes to haunt him, he discovers that another Lake Angel has been kidnapped and is trapped in one of the houses surrounding the lake. Whisper can’t leave the lake, so he asks Dan to find the Angel and bring him back. Seduced by Whisper’s beauty, Dan accepts the mission, but he fears the power and strength of a person or thing with the capability of capturing a Lake Angel and keeping him hidden away.
Emerging from the water was a beautiful man with sun kissed skin, an abundance of brown hair flowing to the back of his neck, a swimmer’s build beyond perfection, pectoral muscles so big they appeared to be floating in the water, innocent hazel eyes with long angelic eyelashes, and lush lips. Each stroke he made was as graceful and gentle as the sound of a wave crashing onto the shore.
“I didn’t know there was anyone else out here,” Dan said.
“I’m a quiet swimmer,” he said in a voice so delicate that Dan felt a rush of tingles hit the back of his neck.
“What’s your name?” Dan asked.
“I’m Whisper,” he said. “I’m the one who makes every sound in the lake as delicate and soft as they are now,” he added. “I want to ask you a favor.”
“What kind of favor?” Dan asked.
“I wanted to ask if you could find someone for me. His name is Sensory,” Whisper said. “Sensory has been gone for over a week and has taken mortal form. He’s in that house,” Whisper said, pointing directly at Judy Manor.
“If you know where he is, why don’t you get him?” Dan said, surprised that Whisper wasn’t smart enough to think of that first.
“I can’t leave the lake,” Whisper explained.
“So all you want me to do is go there and find out what Sensory is doing in Judy Manor?” Dan asked.
Whisper nodded. “Find a way to get inside the house and look for him,” he said. “But It won’t be easy,” he added.
The door opened to reveal a man with white hair combed back, flawless tan skin, dressed in a royal blue robe and nothing else. His eyes were marble black and he was younger than Dan had expected.
“I’m Professor Perry Van,” he said, offering to shake hands.
Dan had a suspicious feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. The man greeting him was scantily clad, good looking, and immediately offered him alcohol, but Dan wasn’t going to be seduced by an older man easily. He entered the manor, and Perry closed the door behind them. He led Dan into the living room which was dark with black and scarlet colors in the rugs and drapes, in the color of the walls, and in the sofa and furniture. Books lined the shelves between the curtained windows, and the only lights in the room came from the antique lamps.
“Welcome to my home. I don’t usually have guests,” Perry said, opening a bottle of cognac and pouring himself a glass. “You must stay awhile. You can take a shower after your swim in the lake. I was just about to take a swim myself,” he said as he pointed out his bathrobe and slid his hand along the edge, revealing a bit more of his chest than necessary.
Dan had older men come on to him in the past, so he knew what Perry was up to. The strange part was, even though there was something not quite right about the man, Dan found Perry charming and sexy.
“A shower sounds good,” Dan said.
A huge grin filled Perry’s face. “Let me show you the master bath,” he said, sliding out of his chair.
“It’s beautiful,” Dan said, hypnotized by the bathroom’s allure.
Perry stepped into the room. “Can I get you anything before your shower?”
Dan turned his head. “I think I’ve got everything I need in here already,” he said.
Without telling Perry to leave, Dan pulled the Velcro fly of his swim trunks and undid the string. Perry moved in closer and looked at himself in the mirror above the sink, and began playing with his hair. Dan noticed Perry’s reflection in the glass of the shower. It was clear that he was pretending to fix his hair while he waited for Dan to strip. Dan dropped his swimsuit to the floor, revealing himself to Perry.
Perry watched as Dan entered the shower. As the water poured down on Dan, Perry undid the sash of his robe, revealing his body underneath. His chest hair was trim, his skin tan all over, with his most private area a nice golden color. His stomach was flat and smooth, his legs thick and toned.
Dan could feel Perry disrobing behind him. Perry stepped into the shower slowly, closing the door. Dan lathered his body down to his groin area, and it was then that Perry took the bar of soap from him and reached around to lather the rest of his guest. Perry let out a groan as soft as a whisper, as Dan watched the hands of his seducer.
“How do you live out here without this?” Dan asked.
Perry nibbled at Dan’s ear, “Good things come to those who wait,” he whispered against Dan’s ear.
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As the alpha, Eric cannot let anything dire happen to anyone, so with rumors of a dark presence near the area, he sends one of his betas to check out the situation. Feeling the strength of the full moon, the werewolf inside of him is aching to get out. His pack has a strict rule that no young werewolf be allowed to roam alone, especially on the night of the full moon, and he knows the young ones in the pack will be struggling tonight.
Eric belonged to a family of werewolves that were considered royalty in the paranormal world, and because of that, his son was royalty as well, the rightful heir to being the new alpha of the pack. But Eric’s son left the pack many years ago, and while Roderick secretly kept tabs on him, he hadn’t dared contact him directly. Who knew what might happen if a powerful father and son confronted each other when the hatred between them hadn’t lessened yet.
Roderick smiled to himself. He was Eric’s beta. He looked at Eric sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and lowering with each breath.
“Are you going to keep checking me out like that?” Eric asked. His eyes were still closed and a smile was on his face.
“I thought you were asleep,” answered Roderick.
Eric didn’t open his eyes as he grabbed Roderick’s arm, gently pulling him closer. Eric elongated his teeth and gently bit him.
“I love it when you do that,” smiled Roderick as he closed his eyes and let himself go to the sensations of Eric biting his neck and shoulder.
Roderick knew what his alpha wanted and was pleased to oblige. He prided himself in being the one Eric had chosen as the first beta, and he was willing to do anything to give his alpha the pleasure he needed. Eric closed his eyes in anticipation of the amazing experience he was about to have.
Any other night the two of them would have taken it slow, but the power of the full moon was making them more passionate.
It had been two months since Eli met Stanley. He had been sent to the small county to work on a murder case, one thing led to another, and Eli had found himself being protected from a crazed woman by Stanley. That was the night he discovered that Stanley was a werewolf, and surprisingly, it didn’t scare him off. He felt a connection with Stanley, and the two of them ended up living together.
There wasn’t much detail in the report that had been sent to him. All he could ascertain was that the ‘occurrences’ seemed to be moving. People reported scary howls and dark figures at night with glowing red eyes. Eli wouldn’t have given it much thought, but living with a werewolf boyfriend had opened his eyes when it came to the supernatural world. There was a good chance that something paranormal was making its way to the county.
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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.
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.
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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.
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.”
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?”
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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.
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.”
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A rock star, David is torn between his public persona and the man he is at home. When on stage, he praises the Lord, as would a good Christian, while young women clamor for his attention, but behind the heavy gates that guard his home, he is a man with more than one secret. David is a Jew, not a Christian, and no woman will ever hold his heart. The one he hurries home to is Nathan, the quiet man who turned his life around. As his fame escalates, a secret from his past threatens everything he would willingly die to protect.
“And the Grammy goes to…” A hush fell over the crowd and David sat in the front row with his eyes closed. Let it be me, he repeated to himself several times. Then it happened. “Son Phoenix!” The audience went wild as the band made its way to the stage to accept the award for rock album of the year.
When David lifted the statue high above his head, the audience roared. They had all been contenders, but David was the best. He was the lead singer, the member of the band that made young women faint, but David Wassenstein was known as Blade to them. He crossed himself and thanked the Lord for the honor, as was expected of a good Christian.
Nathan Gelman sat in the back row and watched the hypocrisy. David, or Blade, clutched his chest as if he were touching a cross that hung from his neck, but Nathan knew the truth. The Star of David dangled from Blade’s neck. Nathan had given it to him six months ago on their two year anniversary. David said that Jewish men didn’t become rock stars, but that was exactly what David was…a rock star…and a Jew.
David didn’t look at Nathan when he accepted the award. He didn’t dare. He didn’t care if his fans thought or knew he was gay. Men and women pushed through the crowds to look at him, to touch him, to hear him speak a few words only to them. David didn’t look at Nathan because he knew what he would see in the eyes of his lover. He would see disappointment, betrayal, and hurt because he had denounced his faith, at least in public. When the two of them were together in their home, locked behind heavy gated walls, David was as true to the Jewish faith as Nathan.
David didn’t notice when Nathan quietly exited the theatre, but he had expected him to leave as soon as the winner was announced.
Nathan drove through the gate that closed behind him and turned on the lights inside the mansion they shared. He lit a fire in the fireplace and waited for the sound of the black limousine that would bring Blade home to him again. His fingertips lightly outlined the matching Star of David that clung to his chest as he thought about the separate lives they led.
David was running. He was running from his past, from his present, and what the future may hold for the two of them, but mostly, David was running from himself.
His star power had skyrocketed and he had no knowledge of his ex-wife’s whereabouts, but those were things he had come to terms with quite easily. David’s issues went far deeper than Nathan had realized. At the time of the divorce, he and his wife had a baby girl, but no marriage. He wrote to his ex often, as did she to him, but after a while, the correspondence ceased. They had nothing more to say to each other. David sent payments for the child he feared he would never know, but he never saw his daughter again.
That was a long time ago, but Nathan knew David was haunted by the fact that he had a child out there somewhere. In a sense, David was the father to a ghost. Nathan noticed how he scanned the packed audiences when he took the stage. Women of all ages thought he was looking only at them, but Nathan knew he was studying the faces hoping to find one with features that mirrored his own.
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