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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

Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Cover Art by JoelPhilArt @ Deviant Art

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.

Excerpt:
“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.

“Hallelujah,” a romance novel by B.K. Wright, 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.

May 22, 2015 Posted by | ebooks, gay romance, inspirational, love stories, romance | , , , | Leave a comment

Shadow of Self

Shadow of Self
By choice or by chance, life finds a former college foursome in the dynamic city of Dallas, Texas.

Daniel Self, former hero of his college football team, is handsome, smart, compassionate, and loved by many, but for very different reasons. The former head cheerleader, beautiful Jenna Samms, wants Daniel as a temporary charm on her bracelet of life, but she has no idea he has a secret desire that she can never satisfy. He leaves one night, giving little information about his destination. Dunnelly Knight hides his feelings for Daniel, becoming a popular newscaster and partnering with a powerful and wealthy businessman in Dallas. A shy and tortured soul, Jamie Barnes is a night club performer with gender identity issues, making his twisted journey forward and giving himself to wealthy clients for money. He thinks of Daniel often, as he was the man who awakened him to what he wanted most.

When one of them is murdered, questions and accusations are raised, but few answers surface.

And then, Daniel returns.

Excerpt:
The MASQUERADE was the hottest show bar in Texas, and it was there that Jamie Barnes from Willow, Texas found his true calling. The drag shows were always followed by male strippers, and on weekends lines waited at the door for entry. Jamie headed to the makeshift mirror and makeup table of the cramped dressing room behind the stage. “I thought it went well. I was feeling the love for that drag from New Orleans. She should come back again.”

“Yeah, the audience loved her, but what was with that arch of the back on her last song. I thought she might be trying to limbo under the rainbow,” Lauren, formerly Larry, cattily laughed.

“Don’t be bitter because the audience loved her,” Jamie snickered.

“Okay, I’m not trying to get into your business, but you’ve had the picture of that hunk in the football uniform stuck on your mirror since we’ve been with this club. Who is he? Is he some mystery man from your past?”

Jamie’s expression darkened. “Don’t go there, okay, his name is Daniel, and that’s all you need to know.”

Jamie looked into the mirror as he wiped off the makeup. He watched his gender change and the reflection of one Jamie became another looking back at him. He looked up at Daniel’s picture and set the hairbrush on the table.

***

Denton was a bit of a spoiled narcissist who went for what he wanted and felt entitled to have it. Dunnelly knew from the beginning that he and Denton had very different values. Dunnelly thrived on work and career as Denton went through the motions of working at an oil company downtown, a job snagged through connections of his father. It was a clash of values they both tried to work through, but the sex and passion was the glue that held them together.

“Okay Denton,” Dunnelly shouted into the open door of the den. “Do you think you could at least pick up after yourself?”

Denton looked up from the computer with the same glazed look in his eyes that was the giveaway that he had already had a few too many beers. “Whoa… go easy on me, handsome. I’ve had a long day myself,” he smiled with his usual sarcasm.

“Denton, you know the cleaning service only comes in once a week, and they don’t seem to be doing a very good job. It was your idea to hire a cleaning service with handsome guys that clean in the nude, but I don’t think it’s too much to ask that they do the job they’re hired to do, with or without clothes! Could it be you who is getting all the service rather than the house?”

Denton followed behind Dunnelly as he turned to leave the room. “Hey, maybe you just need a little loving to get you out of that bad mood,” he said softly as he kissed Dunnelly’s neck.

The howling north wind outside the bedroom window woke him from a deep sleep the following morning. He could hear the gentle rise and fall of Denton’s breathing as he lay asleep beside him. He switched on the downstairs TV as he headed into the kitchen to make coffee. He poured his first cup of the day and headed for the computer in the den. He took out his laptop and set it on the edge of the desk, but he noticed the desktop was flashing signals of unopened mail. Denton must have failed to sign out of his mail account. Dunnelly prompted the sleeping screen to sign him out, but couldn’t help but notice that he had six new mails. He noticed that all them were from the same she-male site sent to the in box of BIG TEX.

BIG TEX may have been a tongue in cheek clichéd euphemism but it was all too familiar to Dunnelly. That was how Denton had signed off on all his e-mails to him when they first got together. Hmmm…let me see what has been keeping you busy in your off hours, Dunnelly thought as he went to the first e-mail and clicked open. ‘D… you’re still feeling it, I see,’ the first line of the message read. ‘You lasted longer this time, was it because it had been a while or were you just taking your time? Don’t make me wait to see you so long between visits. You know how I want to make you feel. I’m waiting to hear from you. You know where to find me. Yours alone, J/ME!’

Dunnelly logged out of the computer knowing all he needed to know. He didn’t know who J was, and he wasn’t certain he wanted to. Big Tex indeed, he thought, as he shook his head in disbelief. It came as no real surprise, but only validated what he already suspected. He was more disappointed than angry, and the loss of trust hurt more than the infidelity.

***

“You requested your usual room, 503…is this still acceptable for you?”

“Yes, and it’s always a pleasure to see you at the desk again,” Denton replied as he presented his American Express card.

“The pleasure is indeed mine, sir. “Enjoy your stay, and please let us know if there is anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable.”

Denton picked up his briefcase and headed across the lobby to the bank of elevators.

Jamie Barnes never had to deal with the stigmas that other transgender had to deal with. Her female was nothing contrived and nothing she had to work on. She was small in stature, with no visible Adam’s apple. She didn’t need makeup or an exaggerated gait to be female. The feminine part of her nature was a natural manifestation, and this butterfly was spreading her wings. She was making fast money, and many of the wealthiest men in Dallas waited in line for her services. Some of the men found her on stage and would slip her a fifty or hundred dollar bill, but she never took chances with new clients. She used only the best hotels and she was well known enough that most of her clients were repeat high paying customers. Some played rough, but they all knew her limits and would honor her boundaries. She was good at what she did and there was no better pro in Dallas.

The doorman opened the massive glass door when he saw her approach. “Good evening, ma’am,” he said as she walked through and greeted him with a sly smile.

She tapped on the door of 503 as Denton opened the door. Jamie stepped inside quickly as Denton put the security lock in place.

“Big Tex, you look like you’re ready for me. Well, let’s see if the third eye of Big Tex is ready to see me,” Jamie said as she slid down on her knees.

“Shadow of Self,” 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.strong>

May 8, 2015 Posted by | ebooks, gay romance, love stories, mystery/suspense, romance | , , , | Leave a comment

A Dangerous Bite

A Dangerous Bite
Blamed for a mysterious murder is a member of one of the most prestigious families of vampires, but the head of the family claims they would never do such a thing. One of their own is missing, however, and they have no idea where he has gone. Summoned to solve the case is Joseph, a rookie member of the Rockfort Paranormal Department, who has never before seen a vampire. The vampire in question could be the man desperate to share his bed, to feed during the throes of passion, for all he knows.

Excerpt:
Greg sighed as he waited on his bed for tonight’s meal to arrive. He didn’t like it but it was something that had to be done. It was something his family required him to do. His eyes went to the mirror at the far corner of the room. He smiled at himself. He was probably the best looking male member in the family, second only to the head named Damian. There was a knock at the door.

“Enter,” said Greg as his heart started to beat faster. Was he really looking forward to his meal? No, it was a different feeling. It was more similar to the feeling of dread, the sickening feeling one gets when they are about to do something they don’t want to do.

A tall handsome man entered the room wearing a blue silk robe. He smiled at Greg who was sitting on the bed. “Hi,” said the handsome man. “My name is Lionel and I’m here to serve you tonight.”

I know who you are and why you’re here, thought Greg as he tried not to roll his eyes. He had to admit it, Lionel was indeed handsome and he looked and smelled tasty, but all of his meals were like that.

“I was told you might be a bit hesitant at first,” Lionel smiled. He took hold of the straps of his robe and gently pulled. Greg watched as the silk robe flowed down Lionel’s shoulders, down his muscled waist, his crotch and around his toned legs. Something inside of Greg seemed to lift its head. He hadn’t eaten in a month. He actually had a fight with his family about it. He kept telling them he wasn’t hungry but tonight they weren’t going to listen to him, especially not after sending Lionel to him.

“No need for you to get up from the bed if you don’t want to,” Lionel smiled at him. Greg didn’t answer as a naked Lionel walked towards him. Greg didn’t sense any fear from the man. All he could sense from him was sexual anticipation. As long as Lionel was sexually aroused their encounter would be tasty. Greg didn’t have to feel anything for his meal tonight as long as Lionel was enjoying himself. Greg knew he had to be gentle with Lionel or risk injuring him. It required a lot of control not to hurt humans during sex, but blood always tasted better during an orgasm. That’s why Greg had learned to sexually excite his meals.

“A Dangerous Bite,” paranormal romantic suspense 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.

February 20, 2015 Posted by | ebooks, gay romance, paranormal/vampires, 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

Dangerous Love

Dangerous Love
In Bradley’s line of work there is no place for love. There is only lust and rich men willing to pay a lot of money to get what they want. Bradley’s private and work life are two separate entities, and he intends to keep them that way. Unaware someone has been watching him, he falls into a trap of the most dangerous kind, one that includes lust, envy, greed and…murder.

Excerpt:
Bradley liked making his clients wait. It made them hungry for him. And why wouldn’t they be? He was one of the best. He had a list of regulars, some of whom had offered to buy him a place of his own. But Bradley knew better than to fall for such offers. In his line of work, there was no such thing as love.

He tried to ignore the people staring at him, but he didn’t blame them for staring. At six feet tall, with a handsome face and piercing green eyes, he would have been offended if people didn’t stare. He was dressed expensively, and he knew they were wondering why such a man would take the subway. Bradley preferred traveling by train. He would have hired a driver to take him places but it was a risk he wasn’t willing to take, especially not with the way things were at home.

He moved his hand through his silky brown hair and noticed two women whispering to each other near him. He knew they were talking about him. Tough luck, he thought to himself. You’re not my type.

The train came to a stop and Bradley made his way through the crowd and onto the street. He felt his cell phone vibrate. It was probably a text from one of his regulars who had his number, but he wasn’t going to answer it. He never answered texts from any of his regulars, no matter who they were. His handler, Rick, was in charge of such things.

He walked through the carpeted corridor of the hotel, stopping at door number ‘512’ and placed his hand on the doorknob. The man’s name was Thomas Pierce, an accountant from a respectable firm. Bradley opened the door and entered with a confident air. It wasn’t something he hadn’t done before, so there was no need to be hesitant. Thomas, on the other hand, was someone who hadn’t done this before and Bradley looked forward to teaching him a few things.

Bradley was a master at kissing. It was a skill he had perfected through the years. He gently placed his arms on Thomas’s shoulders and made him lie down on the bed. He unbuttoned Thomas’s shirt and planted little kisses on his neck. Thomas felt little surges of sensual electricity as Bradley worked his way downward.

***

“Edward’s dead,” said Rick before Bradley could say anything.

What? Bradley didn’t know how to respond. It was as if his entire world came crashing down around him. He heard sirens outside his house, and he ran to the door and unlocked the gate.

“I’m Officer Kern and this is Officer Millhouse,” a man standing six feet tall introduced himself and his partner to Bradley. “Can we come in?” Bradley stepped aside and the two officers entered the house.

“I take it you were the last person who met Mr. Edward McCain?” asked Eugene.

“Yes, probably,” answered Bradley.

“Please, sit down,” said Kern. Bradley nodded and sat down on one of the chairs.

“Now Mr. Bradley, I need you to tell me about Mr. Edward.”

“He asked me to meet him,” answered Bradley, and he told him everything. He didn’t give away much detail about what they did in the room, but Kern got the gist of it. “After that I came back home. How…how did he die?”

“He was stabbed several times,” said Kern. “It was Rick who alerted us about the murder. He had called Edward to talk about payment but he didn’t answer. So he asked one of the hotel maids to check on him. That’s when she found him dead on the bed.”

“And you think I did it?” asked Bradley.

“Dangerous Love,” erotic romantic suspense/murder mystery 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.

December 27, 2014 Posted by | ebooks, erotic romance, gay romance, mystery/suspense, thriller | , , | Leave a comment

Palm Canyon Drive

Palm Canyon DriveHarper Hughes, Hollywood’s best known cinematographer, finds a new love and a new life after the loss of his life partner. The much younger and long time admirer of his work, Polish/Dutch cinematographer, Stanislau Fluge, comes into his life at exactly the right moment. Harper’s move to the newest and most exclusive residence in Palm Springs allows him to trust again, but he trusts too much. Struggling with personal demons, he wonders if he is too old for a new love and a much younger lover. There are those around him who might conclude that love was much too high a price to pay.

Excerpt:
Harper was shaky on his feet as he reached the podium to present an award for cinematography to a new and upcoming cinematographer, Stanislau Fluge. He presented Stanislau the award and found himself caught off guard by the handsome young Pole sharing the stage with him. A bear hug and peck on the cheek spoke volumes as the older passed the torch to the younger. It was mutual admiration as Stanislau shared his vision of film which had been inspired by none other than Harper Hughes, who had single-handedly created a whole genre of film.

Harper belted down several more drinks and felt his bladder might not hold if he didn’t find his way to the men’s room. Feeling relieved and washing his hands, he caught the young smiling face of the Stanislau Fluge over his right shoulder. Harper smiled back into the mirror and turned to greet him.

“Let me say congratulations again. You are the new force to reckon with in film today.”

A blush came to Stanislau as he replied in a heavy eastern European accent, “Oh, but Mr. Hughes, it has been your work that has inspired me in every way. I must say thanks to you.” Stanislau gave Harper a gentle pat on the back. “Might it be possible, Mr. Hughes, to meet with you sometime at your convenience?”

“I would like that very much, but I insist you call me Harper. “Here’s my card, and please call me whenever you’re back in town and we will make a night of it.”

“Wonderful, but I ask that you call me Stanis.”

***

“Come into the bedroom, Stanis, we have waited long enough,” Harper said. They walked down the hallway arm in arm as they tugged at their ties and Harper dropped his onto the floor.

The house was quiet and dark, but Harper found no peace in the quiet. He switched on a violin concerto on the sound system as they both began to shed their clothes.

“Harper, you know I have loved you from far away and never allowed myself to believe we could ever be together. You had your partner, and we both had our work. Now that has all changed and it is all new and different. Nothing should get in our way now.” Stanis spoke as he kissed Harper on his neck and moved his way downward.

Harper lay back on the bed to take part in feelings that had been on hold for so long. He had Stanis, this beautiful man, where he had always wanted him to be, next to him and feeling the love.

He woke to the first rays of light streaming through the Bermuda shutters and found Stanis still wrapped in his arms. He kissed him on the cheek and slid out of bed. He made his way to the kitchen and started the coffee. Making his way down the hall with the two mugs of coffee, he set the coffee on the bedside table and reached over to give Stanis a proper good morning kiss.

“Palm Canyon Drive,” a sensual romance novel by David Edmondson, is available from B&N, Amazon, Apple, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, Google Books, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.

December 12, 2014 Posted by | ebooks, gay romance, love stories, romance | , , , | Leave a comment

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