Gay short stories for only $0.99!

Just a reminder that I have a few short stories out there for only $0.99 which readers might like to check out:

I’ve listed links for All Romance eBooks and Smashwords. The books are also available for purchase from Amazon Kindle, but Amazon has upped the price a little to around $1.25 – not my choice I assure you:)

Festivities – contemporary/Christmas: ARe Books    Smashwords

Home For Valentines – contemporary: http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=SW_HMVAL

Treasured Possessions – contemporary:  ARe Books    Smashwords

Throw Me a Bone – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

More Than Sex – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Conversations – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Roll of the Dice – contemporary:  ARe Books     Smashwords

Tutelary – contemporary/fantasy:  ARe Books     Smashwords

The Wrong Path – fantasy:   ARe Books     Smashwords

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TRUST – a Meandering Thoughts Free Read!

Here’s another of my Meandering Thoughts:

TRUST

I kept as low as I could as I ran through the undergrowth. I could hear him behind me, but only him. He must have outpaced the rest of them. I knew I was fast and I’d hoped I was fleeter of foot than he was. At least in this. Being pursed as a possible murderer in no way compared with being pursued by a man one would like to be caught by.

I was panting for breath and as I dropped down behind an outcropping of rock I prayed he would not hear me. I hoped he might pass by my hiding place. I didn’t want to hurt him but no way would I let him take me. I didn’t fear for my safety at his hands, I knew he would only take me prisoner, but I had no such faith in the others.

They were led by the sheriff who would like nothing better than to lay into me, and his followers would happily join in just to keep on his good side. They didn’t know that he had committed the murder and blamed it on me just so he could be rid of me.  

I did my best to control my breathing, pressing myself lower into the ground as if trying to lose myself in the dank earth. I could hear him close by, too close for comfort. Why did it have to be him, the one I’d lusted after for months, ever since he arrived? Gradually I gained his friendship, and I’d thought perhaps more. I’d seen the way he looked at me recently and I was gathering my courage to approach him. I’d been so wrapped up in my own reaction to him that I’d missed the other glances cast his way. By the sheriff.

Yet again I’ve let my distraction over him get me into trouble. I can hear someone ahead. And they’re still behind me. I’m fucked.

“Quickly, this way. Now!” A voice hisses. It is him. By all that’s holy, it’s him. Somehow he’s got ahead of me. I rush toward him, only thinking as I reach him that he could be about to betray me. I’d trusted my life to him. A hand grabbed me and pulled me down.

I stared into his eyes and he held my gaze as he whispered, “I know a way out of here. Do you trust me?”

“Always.” I spoke without volition. It simply was.

“Good.” He smiled and I knew. “I trust you and I know you didn’t do this.”

“Do you know who did?” I murmured and he nodded.

“Follow me, keep low and we’ll get out of here.”

I’d follow him anywhere.

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Cover art for upcoming release, ANOTHER SECRET!

 

I was delighted when I received the cover art for ANOTHER SECRET, my gay dark fantasy novella to be released on June 23rd from Amber Quill Press. I think it fits the story perfectly, those eyes…

To give an idea of why I think the expression is perfect:

Leland is afraid to confess his secret to his best friend, Drew, but knows it isn’t something he can hide any longer. On his way to talk with Drew he is shocked to discover that Drew has a secret too, one Leland’s not sure how to deal with: Drew is a werewolf.

The book is also part of the Amber Allure Pax: I Know What You Did! All the books are released individually on the same day but there is a discount if you purchase all five:)

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REVENGE IS A DISH, gay suspense novella!

It’s bad enough being kidnapped, but now Neil’s been accused of murdering Kent – who’s sitting beside him in the cell.  Kent’s been hurt, but he’s not dead. At least - not yet!

EXCERPT:
After a busy, trying day, Neil was really looking forward to spending some time with Kent. It had been too long since they had simply relaxed in each other’s company. As he parked his car in Kent’s driveway, Neil noted all the downstairs were lights were on, and he suddenly realized he was actually excited at the prospect of a beer, snacks and spending a few hours with his best friend. If that didn’t say how much he missed Kent, what did?

Neil got out of his car and slowly closed the door. As he walked to the Kent’s front door, Neil slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and fingered the key there, hesitating for a moment about whether to use it or not. In the past neither he nor Kent had stood on ceremony with each other, but ever since the accident things between them had been a little different. But no more, Neil thought with a smile. He slipped the key in the lock and turned it.

Kent waited for him in the entrance hall, presumably having heard Neil’s car draw up outside. From the perplexed look on Kent’s face, Neil assumed that perhaps Kent had heard his hesitation on his doorstep and was probably wondering what had caused his uncertainty. Wanting to reassure Kent, Neil smiled warmly and took a step towards him — and immediately he felt something, someone violently thrust him forward. He lost his balance and was stumbling toward Kent, who stretched out his arms as if to catch him. But they never connected.

Even as he was falling, Neil was aware of the large man moving quickly behind him through the still open door; he must have been the one who had pushed Neil towards Kent. Neil had a sudden presentiment that Kent was in danger from this man. Neil struggled to get his feet in an attempt to go to Kent’s aid, and he had just about made it when he felt a sharp pain in his thigh. He cried out.

Neil was shocked to see a second man standing over him with a weapon aimed at him. Neil looked down and saw some kind of dart sticking in his upper thigh. Still determined to get closer to Kent, feeling somehow that they would both be safer if they were together, Neil attempted to get to his knees, tried to crawl to Kent, but he had no control over his legs and he collapsed.

Out of the corner of his eye Neil saw Kent still attempting to reach him, but Neil knew that Kent wasn’t going to make it. One of the men grabbed a hold of Kent and swung him away. Neil heard Kent curse in angry frustration as he tried to fight back. At the same moment Neil’s leg collapsed under him and Neil tumbled to the floor.

“Ke..nt,” Neil murmured brokenly as the pain in his thigh turned to a cold numbness that sapped his strength. He tried to say Kent’s name again but only managed to utter unintelligible sounds.

Lying on the floor, Neil stared through half-lidded eyes watching in disbelief as Kent struggled with the two assailants. Kent was clearly doing his best, but he was outnumbered and both men were heavier than he was.

One man had managed to get behind Kent and twisted his arms up his back as the second man began to strike him again and again. Kent desperately tried to free himself but the two men clearly knew what they were doing and he was held fast.

By now Neil was unable to move. He felt heavy and cumbersome. As if his head was stuffed with cotton wadding. He watched horrified as Kent fought a losing battle, clearly hurting. Blood sprayed from his mouth and various cuts on his face. One man held Kent while the other pounded on him. He moved from damaging Kent’s face to his body landing blows on his chest and abdomen. Kent grunted and moaned but was unable to free himself.

They’re going to kill him.

Neil tried to beg them to let him alone but the words would not come. Neil didn’t even know he was crying until he tasted his tears. He swore to anyone, any being who might listen, that he would do anything if only this would stop.

A voice spoke from behind him, cold and harsh. “Stop. That’s enough for now. Don’t want him dead… yet. Just leave enough evidence.”

Neil’s first reaction was utter relief as the two men instantly obeyed and allowed Kent to slide to the floor. His second was disquiet about the appearance of this third man who was obeyed so instantly. Also there was an odd inflection on the word “evidence” as the stranger said it and it gave Neil a chill.

Evidence of what? Oh God!

“You still with us, Carson?” the voice addressed him quietly. Neil still could not see him, though as his vision was going increasingly gray around the edges he wasn’t sure if he could have seen the man properly anyway. Neil sensed the man had moved closer as the voice seemed louder as the man said, “Don’t worry, you’ll understand… eventually.”

Neil’s failing gaze filled with the image of Kent collapsed into a heap at the men’s feet, clearly unconscious now, just before he lost his own battle against the encroaching darkness.

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ZIMAYA HEIGHTS, gay romantic fantasy

The jungle may be hot and dangerous, but it’s nothing compared to the scorching heat sparking between Will and Gant.

EXCERPT:

 

Gant pulled the towel from his hair as the washroom door was sharply closed. He frowned and looked at the door, wondering if he’d missed something. Shrugging, he dropped the towel and quickly pulled on pair of loose sleep pants. He usually didn’t bother with the top but he thought he’d better wear one tonight. Will seemed to be particularly nervous at sleeping by his side.

Sighing, Gant pulled on the top and flopped down on the bed, wishing it was already next morning. He firmly believed it was going to be a long night.

As if in confirmation, Will walked out of the washroom, clad only in a towel. “Doesn’t this place run to robes?” he asked.

“Apparently, just lots of towels.” Gant grinned, eyes tracking up and down Will’s body. He made himself glance away before Will realized what he was doing.

Will looked unsure for a moment before he grabbed his night attire and took it back into the washroom.

Gant was at once both relieved and frustrated. He would have loved to see Will in all his naked glory, but knew very well it would have been a mistake. He rolled off the bed and turning back the covers he slid underneath them, and lay back, waiting for Will to return, which he did almost immediately. Will glanced at Gant lying in the bed but didn’t say anything. He walked swiftly around to the other side and climbed into the bed.

Still not looking at him, Will flicked off the light bar over the bed, saying, “See you in the morning,” as he did so.

Gant felt the bed dip as Will settled. Gant allowed his eyes to become accustomed to the dim light before turning to look at Will. The man was lying on his back, his arms placed rigidly by his side on top of the covers. He looked more like a statue than a living man and seemed decidedly uncomfortable.

“Relax, Will, or neither of us is going to get any sleep,” Gant said gently. “You trust me, don’t you? And I trust you. Just relax.”

Softly, Will spoke, “Of course I trust you. I’ll try. I’m not even sure why I feel so tense.”

Gant didn’t say anything else; he just turned onto his side, his back to Will. He kept his breathing as even as he could, listening. After a few moments, the bed dipped again as Will also turned over, and eventually he heard Will’s breathing slow and even out. When he thought Will was finally asleep, Gant allowed himself to relax.

* * * *

Surely it can’t be morning already, Gant thought, feeling more tired that he expected. Then as he became more aware, he realized it wasn’t the approaching dawn that had woken him, it was the weight of the arm thrown across his hip. He was still lying on his side but now he was facing Will and sometime during the night, Will had draped his arm over Gant’s side, his fingers splayed on the small of Gant’s back.

The warmth and weight of Will’s arm and hand on his skin sent goose bumps skittering along his spine, and Gant had to stifle a gasp as his cock rose in response to the sensation. But though Gant would have liked nothing better than to indulge his senses with Will, he acknowledged that the feelings welling in him were not just those of sexual desire. He was filled with an emotional need to take care of Will, to protect him and ensure he received whatever it was he wanted from life. He wished that Will could reciprocate the feeling, that Will could feel that same need in respect of him, but he knew that was expecting too much.

Will’s face was only inches from Gant’s. He could feel the gentle breaths wafting towards him. Gant hadn’t even realized he had lifted his hand to caress the beloved face until he saw his own hand a mere inch from Will’s face. Reluctantly, Gant lowered his hand. At least he could look his fill while Will was asleep. It was just a shame that his eyes were closed, Gant felt he could happily fall into the depths of those deep blue eyes and never come out. Smiling at his own sentimentality, Gant knew he couldn’t indulge himself like this; it would only hurt him in the end, though that was most likely going to happen anyway. It was hard to avoid when your feelings were unrequited.

Very carefully, Gant slid out from under Will’s arm but before he was free, Will mumbled something under his breath, frowned and then rolled onto his back, his arm slipping from Gant’s body. Taking one last look at Will, Gant swung his legs over and sat on the edge of the bed. He glanced over at the window and saw that dawn was indeed rising. Knowing there was no way he could get back into bed with Will, Gant stood and moved quietly to the washroom.

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Waiting For Words – a Meandering Thoughts free read!

 

Here’s another Meandering Thoughts piece, written – just because:)

WAITING FOR WORDS

I leaned back in my chair, comfortable of body but not of mind. Why was I waiting? What did I expect? Forgiveness? I laughed, the sound harsh. I didn’t deserve forgiveness and I knew it. I’d let anger rule me. I was a fool and now I would get my just desserts.  Just? There was nothing just about it. Actions come with consequences. Words, such tiny things, yet there was nothing more powerful. Why didn’t he use them? Lord, why didn’t I?

Falling in love shouldn’t come with a Danger, Will Robinson warning. Not that I’d any experience of love. Until recently my experience consisted of quickies, buddy-fucks and a few short term relationships, but love? Way outside my experience. Then I’d met Adam. Literally bumped into him on the way out of – or was that into? – the bar, depends on your point of view. Anyhow we’d collided and Adam put out his hands to stop me tumbling, and I grabbed onto his arms. We stared at each other, he smiled, shrugged and by way of an apology offered to buy me a drink. I’d been leaving but accepted his offer with alacrity.

We had sex in the washroom, that’s all it was that first time. Sex, yet even then I somehow knew it was somehow different. We clicked like we were meant to be, you know? Something special, once in a lifetime. The next time, and the time after that, the sex was laced with feelings until we both acknowledged we cared for each. Three wonderful months later we declared our moved in together.

Now, six months later, here I am wondering if he would even come and talk to me. Yell at me. Anything! I’d been a stupid bastard and I knew it. Looking back I wondered how I’d ever been such a fool.

Just by chance I’d seen him at lunchtime walking along the street. I hurried to catch up to him; we never managed to see each other during the working day, so it’d seemed like serendipity. Then I noticed he wasn’t alone. A man walked by his side. I saw how they laughed together so very easily, how they touched each other casually, how arms draped around shoulders as they leaned close to speak to each other, eyes meeting as they smiled. Jealousy spiked through me, a feeling I had never had before and I hated the way it made me feel. Hated that he could make me feel that way. I stopped still on the pavement and watched as they walked on, too hurt to do more than watch with pain in my heart.

That evening when he came home I was already spoiling for a fight. I didn’t question him, I attacked him. Only with words to be sure, but words can be sharper than a knife. He stared at me, eyes hard and bright. He never said a word, didn’t defend himself, just turned on his heel and slammed the bedroom door behind him. I took that as an admission of guilt; that there was no excuse he could even give me.

Still angry I stormed out and went to the nearest bar and drank like a fish. I caught this guy eying me and all I saw was a chance for revenge. Fuck it! Fuck him! I let the guy take me into the bathroom and he sucked off and then I gave him a hand job; a bit rough, but he loved it. I never even knew his name.

I stumbled through the front door, drunk and utterly careless. I found him waiting for me, looking distressed. He walked toward me, talking, something about thanking God that I was home safe; he’d been so worried. He’d been too upset to answer my accusation and then too angry, but now—he stopped, eyes going wide as he stared at me. His face flushed with shock, with anger, I wasn’t sure. He backed away a step or two. His voice little more than a whisper, he told me he could smell the sex on me.

He dropped into the chair behind him, his chin dropped to his chest as if he couldn’t bear to look at me. Still in that low, lost voice, he told me the man I’d seen him with was called Paul, an old friend, a childhood friend he’d agreed to meet for lunch. Paul had finally proposed to the girl he’d loved for years and Paul wanted Adam to be his best man. He’d told Paul about me and they’d been happily congratulating each other on finding the person they could spend the rest of their life with.

He looked at me then, the hurt in his eyes washing over me, covering me with agony. He turned and walked away, the quiet closing of the bedroom door a boom of thunder in my mind.

I collapsed into the chair he’d just vacated, dropped my head in my hands, swamped with too much guilt to cry. And waited for words I didn’t know would ever come.

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Twists and Turns is now for sale on Amazon!

Finally sorted out the delay with Amazon and ‘Twists and Turns’ is now for sale on Kindle!

Also available to buy on All Romance eBooks and Smashwords.

Enjoy!!

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Twists And Turns – Revised edition released!

Yep, I got the rights back to my fantasy  novelette a few months ago and have revised it for re-release myself. There aren’t any major changes, I’ve just tightened it up a little and given it a new cover.  Here’s the blurb and an excerpt to refresh the memory – or tempt new readers:)

BLURB:
Zeke and Crispin, who met in Stevie Woods’ story, The Wrong Path, are surprised to learn that the accident that brought them together was no accident. Determined to get to the bottom of things, Crispin takes Zeke into town to meet with Zeke’s father. Zeke has more than information on his mind; he needs to tell his father that he’s no longer interested in a marriage of convenience. Will Zeke and Crispin be able to make a life together, or will a powerful, determined man be able to interfere with fate?

EXCERPT:
Crispin rested his chin in his hand as he let his gaze wash over Zeke. There was much to admire in his sparkling hazel eyes and gold streaked brown hair, his long neck and wide shoulders. Crispin had thoroughly enjoyed exploring the beautiful body that was presently hidden by Zeke’s clothing. Though, watching Zeke across the breakfast table, Crispin couldn’t help but be a little concerned by his new lover’s distraction. New lover… It was almost impossible to believe they had only met the night before, and a man who had been a stranger when Crispin had found him under the wheels of his carriage was now the most important person in his life.

Yet, when they had awoken that morning, Crispin couldn’t help that his first thought had been a very real fear, but Zeke had quickly dispelled his concern that their coupling of the night before would be only a one time event. Crispin had fallen fast and hard for the handsome stranger, and he couldn’t bear the thought that Zeke might have wanted to continue his journey to meet the man his father wished him to marry. However, Zeke had convinced him in a most delicious way that Crispin was the only partner he wanted. So, why was Zeke so distracted now?

With sudden insight, Crispin asked, “Is it your father that’s worrying you?”

Zeke glanced up at Crispin, and immediately he flushed. “Oh, I’m sorry, Crispin. I was so busy thinking about my problem that I shut you out. I should have realized how it might be unsettling for you.”

Crispin shook his head. “I wonder if I’ll ever get used to you knowing how I feel all the time,” he said.

Zeke smiled. “Clearly not all the time. And, to answer your question, yes I was thinking about how my father will react to my returning home instead of being half way across the county meeting my prospective partner.” He reached out and took Crispin’s hand. “Instead I’ll be bringing home with me the man I shall share my life with.”

Crispin held on to Zeke, unable to help grimacing as he replied. “Yes, a nobody as opposed to the heir to a great fortune. I wish I had more to offer, something your father would approve of.”

“You’re not a nobody, Crispin. You are the most important person in my life.” He shrugged, cocking his head to one side, and added, “And if my father can’t be happy for me, can’t put my feelings above his avarice, then he doesn’t care for me as much as you do.”

“Can’t you read your family members as easily as you do me?” Crispin asked curiously.

“I told you I’ve never been able to sense anyone as clearly as I do you.” Zeke smiled. “I have to keep my barriers raised, or you would overwhelm me at the most inconvenient times.” Crispin blushed as Zeke continued. “Most of my family I can sense as readily as most of the general population, but my father has always been something of a mystery to me. He is the only person who can shield his feelings from me. He has a similar ability to mine, in that his gift is linked to emotions, but while he cannot sense feelings to the extent I can, he does have the ability to affect others’ emotions.”

“So you don’t really know the strength of his feelings for you?” Crispin frowned but didn’t say anything else, forgetting for a moment that he couldn’t hide anything from Zeke.

“Ask the question, Crispin,” Zeke said gently.

“What question?” Crispin prevaricated.

“I don’t know what question precisely; I only know there is something you are struggling not to ask me. We will have no secrets, Crispin. Agreed?”

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Stevie

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Piece Of Paper – a Meandering Thoughts Free Read!

Here’s another Meandering Thoughts piece.  This one written to commemorate the increasing number of States to legalize gay marriage.

PIECE OF PAPER

“Stephen?  Where are you?”

“In here, Dillon,” I called, belatedly realizing that didn’t exactly say where I was. “In the den.” I got to my feet just as Dillon walked in. “I wanted to get all this paperwork squared away.”

“I know, I know,” Dillon said testily. “I agreed to sort that out last weekend.”

“And you hate anything so mundane,” I interjected with a laugh. I knew my Dillon so well, and I never really expected he would follow through with his offer to tidy up, but when he didn’t even respond to my gentle jibe I knew he had something else on his mind. And I was pretty sure what it was.

Frowning at me, Dillon said, “It’s been on the news all day. Don’t tell me you’ve not heard!”

“Heard?”

“It passed! Finally, it passed,” he declared. “I know I told you it would this time, but…”

I hadn’t heard; I’d purposely avoided the news all day. I knew how he would react if it passed, not that I’d really doubted it would this time. I also knew, of course, what he would want; I just tried to ignore it, as if that would somehow make it go away. Dillon had been planning all along for us to get married as soon as the law was finally passed. Me? I wasn’t interested. I loved Dillon with everything I was, but I didn’t need someone else to confirm for me that I was committed to him; I knew that with my heart and soul.

Dillon had always been sure of who he was, what he was. Me, I’d fooled myself, lied to myself for more years than I cared to admit. I’d brushed off my interest in men as artistic and nothing more. I had no ulterior motive, I just happened to be an aesthetic man who saw form and beauty in everything around me. I simply admired the curves of a woman’s body with as much enthusiasm as I did the strength of man’s thigh, the line of his spine, the tightness of his ass. The light catching in an eye was as striking whatever the sex of the person whose eye it was.

It was easier to go with the flow than fight against the current, and my brother and my friends were constantly extolling their present girlfriends, or the next conquest they desired. So, I dated girls, denying the fact that I had any interest in the guys I hung around with.

Eventually I met Peggy. She was nice, she made me laugh, and we shared a lot of interests, and it didn’t take long before the casual dates became less casual and I found myself proposing to her.

I ignored the fact that kissing her didn’t set off any fireworks, that was for the movies; or that having sex with her didn’t rock my world either, that was only for the romance novels. I was doing what was normal, what was expected, I was getting married.

Once bitten, twice shy.

“Please, Dillon, not this again. You know how I feel about marriage. I went through hell with Peggy. I admit it must’ve been as bad for her. We promised to love and cherish each other, but it was a sham and all we did was hurt each other. Any love she might have felt for me I destroyed and she…” I stopped, there was no point trying to explain yet again, not even to myself. It had been a terrible mistake for which we had both paid dearly. “The only fact of which I’m certain is that the marriage license wasn’t worth the paper it was written on,” I added bitterly.

“For God’s sake, Stephen, your disastrous marriage has nothing to do with us. I know you love me and I hope you know what you mean to me.”

“Of course I do!”

“And I want the world to know it too. To know that my feelings are as real, as meaningful, as any straight guy’s.”

“That piece of paper doesn’t prove anything.” I was sick of going in circles with this.

Dillon stared at me intently. “Will you do it for me, just because I ask you?”

For a moment I felt angry that he put me on the spot like that, but it didn’t take but a few seconds to realize that my obstructive attitude forced him to push me into a corner. He had never hidden his desire from me and I had never hidden my distaste at my own false vows.

“I will do it for you if that is what you truly want,” I replied, struggling to keep the resignation from my voice.

“I do. Please. That piece of paper might not mean a lot to you, and, believe me, I don’t need it to know you’re committed to me, Stephen, but we can’t let down all those who fought so hard for the right to hold it in their hands.”

“I really can’t argue with that,” I admitted. “I just don’t want to feel like a hypocrite.”

“Stephen, love. Sometimes, your stupid pride blinds you to the truth. It’s not the piece of paper that’s important; it’s the sentiment that makes the paper so significant. It’s a declaration of the love I feel for you and want to share with our family and friends; that it’s there for the whole world to see is just coincidental. The fact is I don’t care who else knows, I wouldn’t care if we had no-one but each other to share this with.  But what does matter is that I have as much right to make my declaration as the next man, any next man.”  He took me in his arms, staring deep into my eyes. “No one has any right to tell me that what I feel for you is not as deep or as special as a man feels for his woman. The fact that it is, is what makes that piece of paper important to me.”

My heart was beating so hard I thought it might bruise against my ribs. Then, I knew nothing could bruise my heart today, or any other day; Dillon would take such good care of it. I smiled as I leaned in to kiss him, letting my passion say the words my heart was too full to release.

The vows I would make to Dillon would be real and honest, and would be for longer than the rest of my life. That piece of paper would have pride of place in our home.

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5 star review for Lust In Time anthology!

Great new review for the gay historical anthology, Lust In Time. Hearts on Fire Reviews gave it 5 stars!

“I hope readers will pick this up and read Lust In Time. It’s definitely a worthwhile read and my favorite anthology thus far.”

http://heartsonfirereviews.com/?p=19381

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