<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358</id><updated>2012-02-04T14:38:45.414-06:00</updated><category term='sexual content'/><category term='bisexual'/><category term='worldwide'/><category term='gay fathers'/><category term='young adult fiction'/><category term='sexy read'/><category term='erotic fiction'/><category term='sea'/><category term='menage'/><category term='doctors'/><category term='glbt'/><category term='sensual'/><category term='epub conversion'/><category term='Apple'/><category term='cowboys'/><category term='religious themes'/><category term='erotic stories'/><category term='Montana'/><category term='erotic'/><category term='gay love'/><category term='marketplace'/><category term='gay literature'/><category term='explicit sex'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='short stories'/><category term='shannon pearce'/><category term='gay erotica'/><category term='best friends'/><category term='gay fiction'/><category term='multiple partners'/><category term='gay cowboys'/><category term='gay'/><category term='fiction ebooks'/><category term='casual sex'/><category term='islam'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='ebooks'/><category term='sinister'/><category term='California'/><category term='hate crimes'/><category term='crushes'/><category term='erotica'/><category term='gay sex'/><category term='contemporary'/><category term='gay romance'/><category term='mystery/suspense'/><category term='erotic romance'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='gay parents'/><category term='B.J. Scott'/><category term='physicians'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='love stories'/><category term='gay mystery'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='shannon'/><category term='epubs'/><category term='bdsm'/><category term='bears'/><category term='love story'/><category term='fun'/><category term='sailors'/><category term='BK Wright'/><category term='social issues'/><category term='iBookstores'/><category term='troubled relationships'/><title type='text'>Beau to Beau Books</title><subtitle type='html'>Beau to Beau Books celebrates Male Love.  These books include adult romance and adult general fiction, romance between two fathers as they share their lives and love with their very lucky children, sweet romance, adult erotic romance, erotica, young adult romance and young adult general fiction.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-2266792765062097790</id><published>2012-02-03T05:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T05:49:11.033-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexual content'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensual'/><title type='text'>Panda Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-svVnAzNFwIU/TyvJWFmyhtI/AAAAAAAABf8/aM6Qj23PgBw/s1600/Panda_Heart_Cover-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-svVnAzNFwIU/TyvJWFmyhtI/AAAAAAAABf8/aM6Qj23PgBw/s320/Panda_Heart_Cover-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704874734294042322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexy Artie Eaton whose legal name is R 2 D-Two (courtesy of his Star Wars obsessed parents) did not have a traditional childhood.  Left mainly to his own devices, he never knew love until he met Randy.  The two men, each with a complicated past, give each other what is missing in their lives as they build a dream life together.  When the dark sides of their lives collide, trouble begins.  Secrets from their pasts, coupled with harsh and hurtful words, tear them apart.  Moving on, each man tries to find happiness but deep down they both feel unworthy of true happiness.  Randy, who had been lovingly nicknamed “Panda”, seems to have found happiness without Artie, but has he?  Is Artie, the man who gave Randy the endearing nickname, happy without him or does he have no other choice but to live with a Panda heart but without his Panda?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out from around the end of the bank of lockers, I swear time began moving in slow motion, every head swiveled to stare, and it was all I could do to suppress a big gay gasp.  Six foot-wow of tan, bumped with muscle on top, runner lean legs on bottom blond, the guy looked like a Michelangelo sculpture come to life.  That hair!  Dear sweet Jupiter!  Surfer boy shaggy and streaked in browns and blonds as if each strand had been hand colored.  The thick hair grew out so naturally it looked like a scissor had never been near it.  I'm not a shy guy by any means and easy enough on the eye, but when this vision glanced my way I twisted my head.  It almost hurt to look at him, kind of like staring into the sun.  I gave my laces a final tug and stood just in time to look up and see him looking back at me AND SMILING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy was fun and easy to talk to, had a dry sense of humor and was much better being together one on one than in a group.  Or perhaps he was okay with groups as long as Corey was not part of them, which I did kinda understand.  The kid could blister wallpaper off with his scathing remarks and his tongue could have been registered as a lethal weapon after a few drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am told of Randy sightings through friends although I have made it clear I do not want to know who he is with or what he is up to.  He is seen at the gym, at a play, on the street.  While I want not to hear about him, I would still accept a call (or a note or flowers or a rock through my window-anything to show me that he KNOWS I AM STILL ALIVE!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at the BIG club, yes, THAT one. The one whose alley smells like a public urinal trough and has been around longer than dirt, where the boy's room has a name and the women's room might as well be the men's room for all of the urinating done standing in its stalls over the years.  It's an old barn; Cain and Able were their first Go-Go dancers.  Despite the fact that we are dancing and drinking in a big Gay ruin, we are having that Gay old time we are known for when I spot the Panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Panda does not dance or go out.  The Panda would rather have his ears dipped in chocolate than be caught in this place.  SomeONE has caused Randy to become Panda the Brave!  Panda the Tolerant!  Panda the weeknight goer outer, which he usually is NOT.  So the someONE who has caused him to leave the Panda Condo is NOT me.  The Panda is with someONE else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Panda Heart”, a one-of-a-kind love story by James Brock, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Amazon, B&amp;N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, 1 Place for Romance, and All Romance ebooks.  Also available in print from Amazon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-2266792765062097790?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/panda-heart/id497675251?mt=11' title='Panda Heart'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2266792765062097790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/panda-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2266792765062097790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2266792765062097790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/panda-heart.html' title='Panda Heart'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-svVnAzNFwIU/TyvJWFmyhtI/AAAAAAAABf8/aM6Qj23PgBw/s72-c/Panda_Heart_Cover-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-4184802568341108282</id><published>2012-01-27T05:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T05:35:05.503-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay love'/><title type='text'>Black Diamond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHg1D1nuOA/TyKJSjQFQrI/AAAAAAAABfM/UPCZaE4hmxI/s1600/BlackDiamond-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHg1D1nuOA/TyKJSjQFQrI/AAAAAAAABfM/UPCZaE4hmxI/s320/BlackDiamond-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702271029997814450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the fast track to the top rung of the corporate ladder, Nathan is a junkie and money is his drug.  Sent to Appalachia to thin out the herd and rid the company of coal miners and close mines where productivity has fallen short of expectations, Nathan poses as one of their own in an effort to win the trust of the miners.  With his fake Southern drawl and coal miner attire he is easily accepted as a fellow miner.  Assumed to be new to the industry he is quickly taken under the wing of the son of a proud mining family.  As his identity becomes divided, Nathan feels as if he has been split down the middle.  Is he Nathan, the money hungry executive, or is he Nathan, the coal miner who is falling hard for a man whose way of life is in jeopardy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You new to the mines?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was what the man thought.  I can do that.  I will fit in by being the new guy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are you from?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking fast, he said a quick, “Been different places, wherever I can find work.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender handed the man a beer and offered an introduction.  “Mike, this guy’s new in town.  Came to work in the mines.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are your fiancée and all the other men willing to go down into the mines day after day knowing they could be trapped in there and die?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane stared at the man who obviously had no clue about the world.  Her eyes were red and puffy though she was all out of tears.  “That’s all there is around here…that and timberin’.  Timberin’ isn’t like it used to be.  A lot of the mills have closed.  Coal minin’ is all we have.  We can’t just pick up and move like you rich guys.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nathan, up ahead.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light flickered as the flashlight began to breathe its last.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Holy crap!”  He held his hand over his mouth to keep from vomiting.  He knelt on the ground and wrapped his arms around the young man who needed him now more than ever.  The memory of the crushed body of his father would be forever seared upon Mike’s brain.  Within minutes the waver of lights could be seen behind them as Mike’s fellow miners approached.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Take him out, Nathan.  We’ll take care of the rest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was coal mining country.  Every business served the needs of the industry in one way or another.  The ugly truth about the lucrative business of mining was well hidden by the majesty of the mountains.  To the tourist or occasional businessman passing through, the heart of Appalachia could have easily been mistaken for paradise or a reasonable facsimile thereof.  If one dug deep beneath the surface of the beauty, these mountains held an ugly secret.  The riches of the mountains did not lie within their beauty.  To the owners, the riches of the mountains were buried deeply beneath the surface.  Yes, these mountains were for sale and in the eyes of their owners, so were the people who risked their lives to harvest the black diamond that was found deep within.  Like the slaves that toiled before them in the Confederate South, the men who worked in the mines were not afforded the luxury of reaping the rewards of their efforts.  They toiled for their corporate owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You hear about Mike?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.  Where has the kid been?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan felt as if time stood still.  What were they talking about?  Where was Mike? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“He better get back to work soon.  How many days he missed?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Three, I think.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days!  Nathan downed his beer and drove along the narrow road to the mine, turning onto the old road that led upward into the mountains and along the winding path to Mike’s house.  The old truck was there but the house was dark.  He walked inside and found Mike in his bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s going on here, Mike?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in Mike’s bed looked too young to be a grown man.  He looked like a kid. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“How old are you?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man got out of bed, naked, gorgeous, and much too young for either of them.  “I’m old enough and what is it to you, anyway?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Put your clothes on.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man, obviously a twink, ran his hands along his smooth well muscled chest and downward.  He took a step closer to Nathan and began stroking himself and making fake sex noises.  “Ever seen one like this?  Mike likes it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Black Diamond”, a novel of gay love, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Amazon, B&amp;N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, 1 Place for Romance, and All Romance ebooks.  Also available in print from Amazon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-4184802568341108282?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/black-diamond/id492488577?mt=11' title='Black Diamond'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4184802568341108282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/black-diamond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4184802568341108282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4184802568341108282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/black-diamond.html' title='Black Diamond'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSHg1D1nuOA/TyKJSjQFQrI/AAAAAAAABfM/UPCZaE4hmxI/s72-c/BlackDiamond-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-4695449361753513883</id><published>2012-01-19T05:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T05:43:26.890-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bisexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Secret Bi Ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp2TGCvjW58/Txf38eDOOoI/AAAAAAAABeo/6lUwGkP8cPM/s1600/SecretBiWays-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp2TGCvjW58/Txf38eDOOoI/AAAAAAAABeo/6lUwGkP8cPM/s320/SecretBiWays-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699296471691442818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purchase here as epub, or purchase in various formats from our ebook sellers listed on the right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.e-junkie.com/ecom/gb.php?i=1046022&amp;c=single&amp;cl=87899" target="ejejcsingle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.e-junkie.com/ej/x-click-butcc.gif" border="0" alt="Buy Now"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A trip to his lover’s boyhood home is filled with surprises for Kendrick.  His lover’s father is a debonair gentleman who oozes sensuality and Kendrick is easily charmed by the man.  When a secret side of the man is exposed by his girlfriend, Kendrick is curious to know more about the wild and sexy world of his lover’s old man.  Caught off guard one night, Kendrick is made an offer by the distinguished gentleman that may be too good to resist.  If accepted, however, the offer would require keeping secrets from the man he loves and Kendrick is unsure if this is a trade he is willing to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man’s butt was full and round, but not fat.  It would be perfect for holding onto in the heat of passion.  For a moment Kendrick imagined holding onto the round fullness and squeezing it while the two of them made hot sweaty love.  He could only imagine how the older man would feel deep inside of him.  He would no doubt be an expert lover and even more passionate and sexually satisfying than his son.  Donovan was no slouch in the sack, but this man oozed sensuality.  Kendrick was in a daze when the man turned and noticed him standing in the doorway.  His eyes were immediately drawn to the full pouch that seemed to be leading the rest of the man to him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kendrick, what brings you down here at this time of the night?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, uh, I was on my way to the kitchen for a glass of water.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debonair gentleman continued to walk toward him and Kendrick didn’t know what to do.  The man put his arm on Kendrick’s back and offered, “Help yourself.  I have plenty.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendrick gulped.  He forced his eyes to move upward.  The man’s cologne was strong and he wanted to smother himself with the self-assured body.  “Thanks,” he whispered, leaving the man and his full bulge.  He was certain that time that he had felt the man’s hand graze the top of his butt and it felt as if that hand were on his bare skin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Secret Bi Ways”, gay/bisexual erotic fiction by S. Pearce, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Amazon Kindle Stores, B&amp;N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1 Erotica ebooks, 1 Place for Romance.  Website – http://www.beautobeau.com.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-4695449361753513883?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/secret-bi-ways/id486202347?mt=11' title='Secret Bi Ways'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4695449361753513883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/secret-bi-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4695449361753513883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4695449361753513883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/secret-bi-ways.html' title='Secret Bi Ways'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp2TGCvjW58/Txf38eDOOoI/AAAAAAAABeo/6lUwGkP8cPM/s72-c/SecretBiWays-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-2733385144450443709</id><published>2012-01-06T07:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T08:44:06.916-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>7 Bridges Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ykqkp-vJIc/Twbyku92cUI/AAAAAAAABZg/X-HWLjauv7k/s1600/7BridgesRoad-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ykqkp-vJIc/Twbyku92cUI/AAAAAAAABZg/X-HWLjauv7k/s320/7BridgesRoad-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694505491753234754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purchase here as epub, or purchase in various formats from our ebook sellers listed to the right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.e-junkie.com/ecom/gb.php?i=1040925&amp;c=single&amp;cl=87899" target="ejejcsingle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.e-junkie.com/ej/x-click-butcc.gif" border="0" alt="Buy Now"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The new man at the party is dark, mysterious, and smoking hot.  Troy charms him away from his many admirers and out the back door to a path that leads across three rickety wooden bridges before stopping at a secret cabin.  The sexy stranger seems shy at first but when he demands to see the remaining bridges on the path, Troy quickly witnesses a change in him.  He is rude, commanding, and he forcefully pulls Troy along the path to his own secret, the elusive seventh bridge where a man is anxiously awaiting his nightly prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark, with the only light coming from the small flashlight that Troy had found in the cabin.  Rhett was even more gorgeous in the darkness.  His skin blended into the night but his eyes stood out like headlights on a car.  He held Troy’s hand, gripping it tightly, and Troy thought the sexy islander suddenly seemed different somehow.  The softness had vanished from his face and his actions were commanding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You want me to show you the way?” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rhett pulled him by the hand, nearly knocking him off his feet.  “I know where I’m going.”  He turned his head to avoid eye contact with Troy and they walked deeper into the thick woods.  They had crossed three more of the worn wooden bridges, Troy struggling to keep up with the fast pace of Rhett. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I haven’t been this far into the woods for a long time.  How do you know about the seventh bridge?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhett made no reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s all yours.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”  Troy was a little afraid of JC.  For all he knew, the hard looking man could be into cannibalism.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everything is mine or have you forgotten that?  But thanks anyway, Rhett.”  The look JC gave his supposed lover was one of domination and contempt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhett sucked Troy’s earlobe into his mouth and whispered, “Do this for me the way I left the party for you.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this payback?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“7 Bridges Road”, gay erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Amazon Kindle Stores, B&amp;N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1 Erotica ebooks, 1 Place for Romance, and Coffeetime.  Website – http://www.beautobeau.com.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-2733385144450443709?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/7-bridges-road/id486073351?mt=11' title='7 Bridges Road'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2733385144450443709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/7-bridges-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2733385144450443709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2733385144450443709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/7-bridges-road.html' title='7 Bridges Road'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ykqkp-vJIc/Twbyku92cUI/AAAAAAAABZg/X-HWLjauv7k/s72-c/7BridgesRoad-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-4485080873559569393</id><published>2011-12-16T04:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T14:38:45.421-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Be Our Guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTtiT5e6Mqc/Tusf4jckxhI/AAAAAAAABVI/-e54jQWbe5s/s1600/BeOurGuest-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTtiT5e6Mqc/Tusf4jckxhI/AAAAAAAABVI/-e54jQWbe5s/s320/BeOurGuest-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686674010933610002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dr. Duke Marshall and his son throw the very best holiday party of the season, though no one who has ever attended chooses to make a return visit.  The research scientist’s inventions are insanely ridiculous but nonetheless sexually stimulating.  Dr. Marshall’s son is a genius according to his father who claims a different venture undertaken by the young man every year.  Like every year, this year the Marshalls have received only one response to their holiday invitations.  The father and son duo never seem to notice the lack of guests, however.  Their focus is on showing their holiday guests the night they deserve, and no one knows how to throw a party like this deviant duo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Marshall opened the door and invited his associate, Dr. Conrad, and his son, Arthur, inside.  “Dr. Conrad, glad you could make it.”  Then he turned to the younger man.  “Arthur, I’m Dr. Marshall and this is my son, Bart.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bart’s gaze went directly to where it always did.  He stared shamelessly at Arthur’s crotch.  He reached out as if to grab it and Arthur stepped back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, man, what are you doing?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was just going to shake your hand.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh.”  Arthur shook Bart’s hand and gave him a quick once over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Conrad looked like a candy cane dipped in three different layers of fudge to the sexual deviant, Dr. Duke Marshall.  He had wanted his new associate for two months now and he fantasized about him every time he masturbated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn, Conrad, I was a sure bet to win.  But fair is fair.  You get to pick your prize.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bart laughed his chortling laugh, and the two guests looked questioningly at each other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What prize would that be, Duke?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Marshall walked slowly around the table and stood in front of his guest.  He slid his hands along the man’s hips and upward to the thick hair that adorned his head.  Then he leaned in and whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Be Our Guest”, gay erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Amazon, Barnes &amp; Noble, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1 Erotica ebooks, 1 Place for Romance, and Coffeetime Romance. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-4485080873559569393?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/be-our-guest/id482390138?mt=11' title='Be Our Guest'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4485080873559569393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/be-our-guest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4485080873559569393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4485080873559569393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/be-our-guest.html' title='Be Our Guest'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTtiT5e6Mqc/Tusf4jckxhI/AAAAAAAABVI/-e54jQWbe5s/s72-c/BeOurGuest-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-4452440235653012503</id><published>2011-12-07T05:01:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T06:04:32.979-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>6 Sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIlDBuoIe5s/Tt9HpKwfQWI/AAAAAAAABUw/oDTHYacsPVk/s1600/6Sins-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIlDBuoIe5s/Tt9HpKwfQWI/AAAAAAAABUw/oDTHYacsPVk/s320/6Sins-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683340027352793442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.e-junkie.com/ecom/gb.php?i=1028540&amp;c=single&amp;cl=87899" target="ejejcsingle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.e-junkie.com/ej/x-click-butcc.gif" border="0" alt="Buy Now"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purchase as epub here, or purchase in various formats from our booksellers listed to the right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sawyer misses his scheduled tour, he sneaks onto the bus that is on its way to the infamous Hightower Mansion, a former asylum for the criminally insane.  Bored of the usual attractions, Sawyer decides to venture out on his own and into the former hospital.  What he discovers on the sixth floor of the antiquated facility, however, is anything but an ordinary tourist attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come sit down, Cranson.  Let me relax you.”  Mr. Hightower led the angry man to a chair and forced him to sit.  Sawyer watched as the lord of the manor unbuckled and unzipped Cranson’s pants and pulled them to the floor.  Mr. Hightower spread the man’s legs apart and pulled him closer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You must excuse him, Sawyer.  Cranson can be a bit cranky, but he will be ready to serve us when he returns.  You will see an entirely different side of him.  Only I know how to relax him.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer was very aware of that and he was still trying to digest what he had just witnessed.  Cranson returned and he was humming the same tune he had earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cranson will be gone for awhile.  Come with me, Sawyer.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hightower pulled him up by the arm and led him down the hall to his bedroom.  He pushed Sawyer into the room and closed the door.  Sawyer fell against the wall and braced himself before he hit his head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cranson must never know what goes on in here.  This is my special room on the sixth floor.  Cranson does not know about it nor does he know that many guests have come here.”  He pulled Sawyer to his feet.  “We wouldn’t want to upset him, would we?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer shook his head and said a weak, “No.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hightower was strong and he lifted Sawyer up and tossed him onto the bed.  He stood and slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing a thick chest with a mass of dark hair that led downward to where it disappeared into his pants.  Sawyer quickly discovered that the hair did not stop at the waistband.  The man’s pants were off and his heavy rod of steel bounced a couple of times before landing on the bed.  Sawyer stared.  He couldn’t help it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“6 Sins”, gay erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Amazon Kindle Stores, B&amp;N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1 Erotica ebooks, 1 Place for Romance, and Coffeetime.  Our Website is http://www.beautobeau.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-4452440235653012503?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/6-sins/id483109285?mt=11' title='6 Sins'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4452440235653012503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/6-sins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4452440235653012503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4452440235653012503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/6-sins.html' title='6 Sins'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIlDBuoIe5s/Tt9HpKwfQWI/AAAAAAAABUw/oDTHYacsPVk/s72-c/6Sins-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-958348857130718561</id><published>2011-11-17T05:10:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T05:14:39.720-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>In The Doctor’s Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZVOSwfCz1E/TsTrv2vaByI/AAAAAAAABQQ/HjB_nBbeTHs/s1600/InTheDoctorsRoom-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZVOSwfCz1E/TsTrv2vaByI/AAAAAAAABQQ/HjB_nBbeTHs/s320/InTheDoctorsRoom-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675920637774399266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Stryker answers an ad to work at a local clinic, it seems like the perfect job for him.  It has all the elements of an easy job – a few hours a week, a salary that any man twice his age would envy, and best of all, sex.  The physician in charge seems nice enough, but there does seem to be something a bit “off” about him.  Stryker is too busy exploring the enjoyable aspects of his new job to pay much attention to the doctor, at first anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you ever masturbated?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stryker tried to appear embarrassed by the question.  “No, never.  Mom said that was not appropriate.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.  The young intern thought for a moment about how he would approach this sensitive topic.  “I can assure you that it is normal and healthy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stryker looked down at his feet.  “Do you do it, doctor?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Bronson cleared his throat.  “Yes, I do.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Will you show me how?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young intern nervously looked at the door.  He knew this was wrong, but he wanted to make this young man feel good, too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stryker, is it?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Dr. Byrd.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tweet, tweet, doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What can I do for you, Stryker?”  The young doctor stood with his hands in front of him, Stryker’s chart in his hands.  He was a little cocky for Stryker’s taste but he wasn’t planning on dating him.  He just wanted the doctor to blow him. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I just have a few questions.  I guess I could talk to my buddies, but I don’t think they will tell me the truth.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m here for you, Stryker.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are, big boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“In The Doctor’s Room”, gay erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available from the Apple iBookstores, Amazon, Barnes &amp; Noble, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1 Erotica ebooks and 1 Place for Romance.  Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-958348857130718561?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/in-the-doctors-room/id474438129?mt=11' title='In The Doctor’s Room'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/958348857130718561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-doctors-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/958348857130718561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/958348857130718561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-doctors-room.html' title='In The Doctor’s Room'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZVOSwfCz1E/TsTrv2vaByI/AAAAAAAABQQ/HjB_nBbeTHs/s72-c/InTheDoctorsRoom-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-1133949011671443459</id><published>2011-11-10T14:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T05:19:33.795-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdsm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Master Rosso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HjcoJ4Kw5p8/TrwzjIJ_eXI/AAAAAAAABPs/0D9LIq11f60/s1600/MasterRosso-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HjcoJ4Kw5p8/TrwzjIJ_eXI/AAAAAAAABPs/0D9LIq11f60/s320/MasterRosso-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673466309157812594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shy Nelson had never met a man like Rosso.  He took his breath away with his mysterious sexiness and spontaneity.  The night they met, the commanding Rosso had watched as man after man tried to charm his way into Nelson’s bed, and he had smiled slyly as man after man had been rejected.  Rosso had won Nelson over with the promise of a life like no other.  The quiet little man could not resist the reclusive charmer, and he learned very quickly that he would know him only as Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are on time tonight.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” Nelson replied.  He stood, as was expected, and welcomed the man he now knew as Master.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hurry, Nelson, I cannot wait any longer.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson hurried to stand before Rosso.  With one large hand, Rosso ripped Nelson’s shirt off and tore it into shreds.  Nelson stood helpless as Rosso held him at the waist with his huge thick hands.  He swiped his thick tongue across the hard nipples that never failed to respond to their one and only lover.  He bit hard and Nelson knew that he would bruise, but it was worth it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Rosso, kiss me.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosso would not be told what to do.  He began to walk away, but Nelson begged him to stay.  He was on his knees on the shower floor with his arms wrapped around one of the thick legs of his master.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please, Master, it will never happen again.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosso turned and patted Nelson on the head.  The little man lowered his eyes from his master’s gaze.  “I will stay then.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Master Rosso”, gay erotic fiction, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes &amp; Noble, Amazon, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, and Extasy Books.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-1133949011671443459?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/master-rosso/id473506470?mt=11' title='Master Rosso'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1133949011671443459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/master-rosso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/1133949011671443459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/1133949011671443459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/master-rosso.html' title='Master Rosso'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HjcoJ4Kw5p8/TrwzjIJ_eXI/AAAAAAAABPs/0D9LIq11f60/s72-c/MasterRosso-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-1598581434379566220</id><published>2011-11-09T04:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T05:44:51.293-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casual sex'/><title type='text'>5 Studs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvctf4gY9sY/TrpZ0awVe2I/AAAAAAAABPU/Z-mN6crASmE/s1600/5-Studs-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvctf4gY9sY/TrpZ0awVe2I/AAAAAAAABPU/Z-mN6crASmE/s320/5-Studs-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672945437696686946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch thinks he has stumbled upon the perfect job when he goes to work for Melanie and Scott.  While the couple is away, curiosity leads him to the den where he discovers a secret life of the husband.  A private icon on the computer screen opens a variety of sexual liaisons with other men.  It seems odd, though, that there are five diamond studs involved as a part of a very erotic and dangerous game of chance.  As the game unfolds before his very eyes, Mitch is unaware that he is being watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch pulled out the desk chair and made himself comfortable.  “Damn, this man is hot!”  Scott’s chest was broad with little hair.  There was a sexy patch of hair below his navel that led to a mouthwatering piece of manhood.  He seemed to be posing at first, as if he were planning to be in a magazine or something.  Gradually, though, the photos became erotic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch gasped as he watched the scene.  The man returned and Mitch could see all of him now.  The unknown man was naked and he was definitely hung.  He mounted Scott and the diamond studded ring went deep inside of him.  Mitch turned on the volume and the men’s moans filled the room.  Scott lay on the floor as the man pushed down hard, gritting his teeth and moaning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How many you think you can take?”  Scott’s mocking question spurred the man on and he moved faster with quick hard strokes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch was completely engrossed in this, whatever it was, and he didn’t blink as he watched the two men.  Does Scott’s wife know about this?  Mitch waited for Scott to touch the man, but he never did.  The hard thing slapped against his stomach with the up and down movements, but Scott ignored it.  Mitch was glued to the screen as Scott held the man still.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch tried to move, but the hands held him still.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you enjoy the show?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Scott?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Very good, Mitch.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I thought you were away for the weekend.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Melanie is away, but I always find a reason to come back at night and now you know why.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t see you come in.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Turn around, Mitch.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch nervously and slowly turned around.  “A secret passage way?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“5 Studs”, gay erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Amazon, Barnes &amp; Noble, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1 Erotica ebooks, 1 Place for Romance, and Extasy Books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-1598581434379566220?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/5-studs/id472241292?mt=11' title='5 Studs'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1598581434379566220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/5-studs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/1598581434379566220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/1598581434379566220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/5-studs.html' title='5 Studs'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvctf4gY9sY/TrpZ0awVe2I/AAAAAAAABPU/Z-mN6crASmE/s72-c/5-Studs-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-2694978941041201559</id><published>2011-11-02T04:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T04:48:55.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Come, Pepe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_JAqYIPTlY/TrERtKd1Z-I/AAAAAAAABOw/KNAaW1Y6Dk8/s1600/ComePepe-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_JAqYIPTlY/TrERtKd1Z-I/AAAAAAAABOw/KNAaW1Y6Dk8/s320/ComePepe-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670332873437439970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When Rob needs help with chemistry, his professor suggests he spend some time at the home of his lab partner and his father.  The old man and his son are thrilled to have a guest in their one-of-a-kind lab and they are eager to share their latest male enhancement inventions, in more ways than one.  Their latest invention, which they assure Rob will soon become a household name, leaves the young visitor with many lingering questions about this rather odd father and son team.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob walked slowly toward the sound of the voice and he stopped suddenly when he saw a naked man lying on a table, his legs spread wide.  “Lee?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re early, Rob, but that’s okay.  Pepe is preparing my massage.  It’s the secret to my success and also my longevity, right Dad?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big man was immediately behind Rob again, having followed closely behind him.  He wrapped his muscled arms around him, holding Rob’s arms at his sides and running a big hand downward to Rob’s crotch, determined to achieve the proper response.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lie back down now, Rob.  Pepe is waiting.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob looked around frantically, fearing Pepe and his invention.  He didn’t see him anywhere.  He waited, his eyes going from Lee to his father and back several times.  The two men stared down at Rob as if he were some anomaly or their very own private science experiment.  Damn, that’s what I am.  I’m a science experiment to this father and son team.  Lee looked at his father.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now, son, why cheapen yourself like that.  We don’t think of you as a science experiment.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob realized that he had forgotten these two nut jobs could somehow read his mind.  Pepe appeared from the far end of the room but he was not carrying his new invention.  His hands were empty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you think, Pepe?  Doesn’t look like I’m getting very far with this.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Come, Pepe!”, gay erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes &amp; Noble, the Amazon stores, Sony, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1 Erotica ebooks and 1 Place for Romance.  Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-2694978941041201559?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/come-pepe!/id470157108?mt=11' title='Come, Pepe!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2694978941041201559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/come-pepe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2694978941041201559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2694978941041201559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/come-pepe.html' title='Come, Pepe!'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O_JAqYIPTlY/TrERtKd1Z-I/AAAAAAAABOw/KNAaW1Y6Dk8/s72-c/ComePepe-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-4570038872669777287</id><published>2011-10-27T04:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T04:28:15.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>A Killing Seduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OScsdmfCgHA/Tqkj3GhrYrI/AAAAAAAABOY/A-ypsbCm4eQ/s1600/AKillingSeduction-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OScsdmfCgHA/Tqkj3GhrYrI/AAAAAAAABOY/A-ypsbCm4eQ/s320/AKillingSeduction-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668101035574125234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One night a year in Hunter’s hometown a strange seduction takes place.  When his longtime friend asks him to return on the one night he has vowed never to return, Hunter reluctantly agrees.  The little town is dark and eerily quiet as Hunter approaches.  He parks his car and forces his way through thick vines and trees to a secret cave in the city park where the two men have agreed to meet.  Hunter is quickly pulled inside and into a seduction like no other.  Rumors of a man dressed in an extremely unique costume looking for an unsuspecting victim is less than believable to the level headed Hunter, but when the costume is found in a place very familiar to him, he fears that this year he may be one of the hunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was always a Halloween celebration in Hunter’s hometown, although he had never attended.  His parents sent him the full account of the festivities that were proudly displayed in a book every year.  It was an awful display really.  Photographs were taken of everything and everyone including full frontal nudity and actual sexual acts, though faces were always discreetly covered.  It seemed to Hunter that for the last few years the photographs had gone from bad taste to sickly grotesque.  He could not be certain from the shaded faces, but it appeared as though every year in the photographs at least one of the bodies was lifeless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey looked up at him.  “You can’t get there, can you?  You want it so bad, but it won’t happen.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter looked down at Trey.  “Why is that?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know.  It’s the same for everyone who comes in here, but once you leave the cave you will have the orgasm of your life.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“A Killing Seduction”, Halloween gay erotic fiction, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes &amp; Noble, Amazon, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-4570038872669777287?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/a-killing-seduction/id469807762?mt=11' title='A Killing Seduction'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4570038872669777287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/killing-seduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4570038872669777287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4570038872669777287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/killing-seduction.html' title='A Killing Seduction'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OScsdmfCgHA/Tqkj3GhrYrI/AAAAAAAABOY/A-ypsbCm4eQ/s72-c/AKillingSeduction-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-3503562470640084929</id><published>2011-10-20T04:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T04:51:01.974-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Going Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vM9B-phywZQ/Tp_ud4f7AFI/AAAAAAAABLk/5OvnmJHBbmE/s1600/GoingDeep-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vM9B-phywZQ/Tp_ud4f7AFI/AAAAAAAABLk/5OvnmJHBbmE/s320/GoingDeep-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665509053405266002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor loves what he does, but what he does is not what many consider manly.  He is a yell leader, or male cheerleader, for the National Football League, and he takes his job very seriously.  Connor can ignore the whispers and jeers for the most part, but when he and a rookie linebacker are the only two men on the field one day he wonders why the man is coming toward him.  Does he have something to say to him, or is he going to beat him to a pulp?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in his own thoughts one morning as he was going over the halftime routine, Connor didn’t notice the linebacker coming up behind him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor turned around and was literally dwarfed by the man.  “Oh, hi.”  Connor looked up at the big man and wondered what he wanted.  Then he nervously looked around.  He and the linebacker were the only two men on the field.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Brady.”  The man shook Connor’s hand and Connor thought he was going to faint.  He nervously cleared his throat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Connor.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know.  I asked around.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor let the warm water of the shower beat down on him as he held the bar of soap in his hand.  He imagined Brady in the shower with him, the two of them lathering each other and smoothing their hands along the other’s body.  Connor thought he felt the strong hands of the linebacker on him, but he realized he was only daydreaming.  The hands were his own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Going Deep”, gay erotic fiction by S. Pearce, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes &amp; Noble, Amazon, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1 Erotica ebooks, 1 Place for Romance, and Coffeetime Romance.  Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-3503562470640084929?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/going-deep/id469661238?mt=11' title='Going Deep'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3503562470640084929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/going-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3503562470640084929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3503562470640084929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/going-deep.html' title='Going Deep'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vM9B-phywZQ/Tp_ud4f7AFI/AAAAAAAABLk/5OvnmJHBbmE/s72-c/GoingDeep-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-3273582161609755729</id><published>2011-10-13T10:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:29:56.420-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiple partners'/><title type='text'>4 on the Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgYYFJs-NG4/TpcDoh6Q_lI/AAAAAAAABLA/TFuL0ldDYe4/s1600/4-on-the-Floor-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgYYFJs-NG4/TpcDoh6Q_lI/AAAAAAAABLA/TFuL0ldDYe4/s320/4-on-the-Floor-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662999051274092114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max has always had a problem keeping a roommate.  Not only is he hot tempered, but he is also a self-proclaimed sex addict and he can never resist the young guys with the tight bodies.  Within three months of being hit on constantly, they leave in disgust.  Max promises himself that this time will be different.  When a big ox of a man with tattooed muscled arms shows up at his door, Max knows he can keep his hands off of him.  He is not Max’s type.  When the new roommate has his two buddies over one night, they give Max something he has never experienced before, and he desperately wants to join them in their nightly game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl put his stuff in his bedroom and then he sat down on the opposite end of the sofa from Max.  “You remember what I said, don’t you?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max remembered, but he thought it best to deny it.  “I guess not.”&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Carl lowered his big body to the floor in front of Max and within seconds he had Max’s tightening jeans down and off.  “Maybe you do remember.  I said to be ready for me and I would say you are.”  He yanked the white briefs off of Max, pulling him toward the edge of the sofa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month had passed for the two new roommates when Carl said he wanted to have a couple of guys over for the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure.  It’s your place, too.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“These guys are a lot like me.  Sure you’re up for it?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max had no idea what Carl was talking about, but he didn’t want to appear naïve.  “Sure.  When have I not been up for it?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“4 on the Floor”, gay erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes &amp; Noble, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1 Erotica ebooks, 1 Place for Romance, and Extasy Books.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-3273582161609755729?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/4-on-the-floor/id468706637?mt=11' title='4 on the Floor'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3273582161609755729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/4-on-floor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3273582161609755729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3273582161609755729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/4-on-floor.html' title='4 on the Floor'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgYYFJs-NG4/TpcDoh6Q_lI/AAAAAAAABLA/TFuL0ldDYe4/s72-c/4-on-the-Floor-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-8147350692319269237</id><published>2011-10-11T05:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T05:25:57.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Night Prowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHCh0CTwjoE/TpQZZIt825I/AAAAAAAABKc/u4eDvWnFFYo/s1600/NightProwl-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHCh0CTwjoE/TpQZZIt825I/AAAAAAAABKc/u4eDvWnFFYo/s320/NightProwl-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662178551139195794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sam has a terrific boyfriend and a beautiful home in which his boyfriend keeps him in grand style.  Sam considers himself to be a pretty good boyfriend, too, though many would not agree.  At night when his boyfriend is sleeping, Sam goes on the prowl for something that he can only get in a little known place deep in the woods not far from home.  He stumbled upon it by accident one night when he had wandered off, not yet familiar with the grounds.  The secret log cabin is very busy at times, and at other times it seems to beckon only to Sam to come inside and await an unknown nightly visitor.  Sam’s boyfriend knows nothing of this place.  This is a place known only to those who cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam lived with his boyfriend in a beautiful mansion in the country.  His boyfriend was pretty straight-laced, but he was very good to have around in certain social circles.  He had done a lot for Sam’s career.  Sam did not want Mathew to know about his secret.  It wasn’t that he didn’t care about Mathew.  Mathew simply was not as sexual as Sam.  Sam could never seem to get enough sex.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winded, Sam opened the door that had no lock and walked inside.  He sat down on the sofa and relaxed.  He never knew who he might find here who was looking for a little something, just as he, and the thought of being taken by a surprise lover was exciting.  He stretched out on the sofa and not realizing it, he dozed off for awhile.  The next thing he knew he was staring up at a man about his same age.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s your name?” the man asked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s Sam, and I don’t remember you being here before.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sat down next to Sam.  He was completely naked, and he turned to Sam.  “I’m Blue.  Of course, that’s a nickname, but that’s all you get.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Night Prowl”, gay erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes &amp; Noble, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1 Erotica ebooks, 1 Place for Romance, and Extasy Books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-8147350692319269237?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/night-prowl/id467914400?mt=11' title='Night Prowl'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8147350692319269237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/night-prowl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8147350692319269237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8147350692319269237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/night-prowl.html' title='Night Prowl'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHCh0CTwjoE/TpQZZIt825I/AAAAAAAABKc/u4eDvWnFFYo/s72-c/NightProwl-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-1102304309049802208</id><published>2011-10-07T05:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T05:47:32.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casual sex'/><title type='text'>Dark Alleys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ME-rt_bUV-w/To7YPVwNzZI/AAAAAAAABKA/QWXfanGgBdQ/s1600/DarkAlleys-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ME-rt_bUV-w/To7YPVwNzZI/AAAAAAAABKA/QWXfanGgBdQ/s320/DarkAlleys-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660699539700305298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man known only as a new coworker has never been to his friend’s club before, until tonight.  Sage is new in town and he is very different from the usual group of men at the club.  Roy has been coming to this club for years, but he never would have expected to see Sage here.  Sage is quiet, likes to keep to himself, and rarely goes out with his fellow factory workers.  Roy buys him a beer and Sage seems to loosen up a little.  When Sage asks Roy to come outside with him, he is unsure even more about the elusive new man in town.  He quickly discovers that this new guy, Sage, has come here for much more than a few beers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have something to show you,” Sage said, and led him outside.  Roy had expected Sage to take him to his car once again, but instead he led him down the street to an old abandoned yacht that was docked at the edge of the river.  Roy wondered for a moment if Sage was planning to drown him and dump his lifeless body at sea, but the thought of another amazing night like the one he had last week kept him from running away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whose is this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“An old buddy of mine used to own it but he couldn’t keep up the payments, so he just left it here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy thought that was odd, but he went along with his friend.  Sage led him onto the boat and down into what could best be described as luxury, at least to Roy.  There was a sofa bed and a small kitchen and, of course, a bar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You come here often, Sage?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Often enough.  Sometimes I just like to get away, you know?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy wondered how many guys Sage brought here, but he didn’t wonder for long.  His body was already responding to being alone with Sage.  Sage poured them both a drink which they gulped.  Then he took Roy by the hand and told him to sit on the bed.  Sage undressed him and Roy sat there completely naked listening to the water splash against the side of the boat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You ever been inside a man, Roy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Dark Alleys”, gay erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes &amp; Noble, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1 Erotica ebooks, 1 Place for Romance, and Extasy Books.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-1102304309049802208?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/dark-alleys/id465968386?mt=11' title='Dark Alleys'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1102304309049802208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/dark-alleys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/1102304309049802208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/1102304309049802208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/dark-alleys.html' title='Dark Alleys'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ME-rt_bUV-w/To7YPVwNzZI/AAAAAAAABKA/QWXfanGgBdQ/s72-c/DarkAlleys-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-2657333884234322514</id><published>2011-10-05T10:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T10:50:06.164-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiple partners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdsm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>1st Time at the Baths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cusrq2QuWIM/Tox8WbTK6VI/AAAAAAAABJw/TzEU3RMF0Zo/s1600/1stTimeattheBaths-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cusrq2QuWIM/Tox8WbTK6VI/AAAAAAAABJw/TzEU3RMF0Zo/s320/1stTimeattheBaths-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660035556425001298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After assuring his best friend that a trip to the baths is an experience he does not want to pass up, Juan has finally convinced his good buddy, Cal, to go with him.  Hesitant at first, Cal quickly loosens up when a man gives the signal that he wants them both.  Cal has never had a threesome before, nor has he ever had an audience.  When two regulars who like it rough want a crack at the new guy, the doorway is soon filled with curious onlookers.  When Juan sees the look of fear on his friend’s face, he almost regrets subjecting him to this particular bath.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal barely heard his friend’s words.  He was looking around at all the gorgeous hunks.  He had not been expecting the men to look this good.  He had always thought that these were places where middle aged men gathered to see if they could get a little action from some unsuspecting twink.  There were two men waiting at the check-in counter in front of Cal and Juan, so they had to wait a few minutes.  Cal didn’t mind.  He hardly noticed.  The room was filled from wall to wall with man candy and Cal definitely had a sweet tooth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two men left the room, and Cal and Juan looked at the men who had been standing in the doorway watching.  They smiled at each other.  Cal and Juan invited the two men inside.  It was now Cal’s and Juan’s turn to give the orders.  The two men looked as if they were new in town, and Juan sensed an uneasiness about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where you from?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Around,” one of the men answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan looked at the two men.  Obviously brothers, maybe twins.  But not all that naïve.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Jack, and this is my brother, Jess.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two brothers walked in and closed the door.  “We like it private.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan looked at Cal, and then he walked over to the door.  “Door stays open.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Suit yourself, but we like it rough.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“1st Time at the Baths”, gay erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes &amp; Noble, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1 Erotica ebooks, 1 Place for Romance, and Extasy Books.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the U.S. Apple iBookstore, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-2657333884234322514?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/1st-time-at-the-baths/id465964494?mt=11' title='1st Time at the Baths'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2657333884234322514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/1st-time-at-baths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2657333884234322514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2657333884234322514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/1st-time-at-baths.html' title='1st Time at the Baths'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cusrq2QuWIM/Tox8WbTK6VI/AAAAAAAABJw/TzEU3RMF0Zo/s72-c/1stTimeattheBaths-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-6013102439967920026</id><published>2011-09-07T06:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T06:06:35.012-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>My Brother's Secret Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-045tacby-rQ/TmdP5YChJ0I/AAAAAAAABIw/dCSl5OYSFc0/s1600/MyBrothersSecretLover-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-045tacby-rQ/TmdP5YChJ0I/AAAAAAAABIw/dCSl5OYSFc0/s320/MyBrothersSecretLover-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649572104683726658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the house dark, Scott thinks that no one is home and he invites his lover inside.  The two of them look around in the dark and after assuring each other that the house is empty tonight, they begin to do what they have come here to do.  The secret lovers did not look everywhere, however.  The huge house has several hiding places, and the two lovers are definitely not alone.  Someone is watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott’s little brother stopped just short of being seen or at least being heard.  He had planned to stay just long enough to raid the refrigerator when he heard his brother’s voice and that of another man.  The younger brother had never heard his brother talk so softly or so sweetly to anyone as he was now speaking to his friend he had invited to the house.  He was usually yelling, at him.  Scott’s little brother had been on his way out but had stopped midway down the hall and slipped quietly into the hall closet, leaving the door open just enough to hear what his brother and friend were saying to each other.  Why were they here, anyway?  Scott lived on campus and he assumed that the friend with him did as well.  Then the younger brother heard the friend’s deep voice.  “I know that voice,” he said to himself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two secret lovers had not heard or seen a thing.  They were focused solely on each other and were kissing each other like lovers.  “Damn, I don’t even kiss my girlfriend like that,” Mikey said to himself, as he continued to watch this unbelievable scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“My Brother’s Secret Lover”, gay erotica by B.J. Scott, is available in the six Apple iBookstores, Amazon, B&amp;N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, 1 Erotica ebooks, 1 Place for Romance, All Romance ebooks, Extasy Books, and Coffeetime.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-6013102439967920026?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/my-brothers-secret-lover/id459407084?mt=11' title='My Brother&apos;s Secret Lover'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6013102439967920026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-brothers-secret-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/6013102439967920026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/6013102439967920026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-brothers-secret-lover.html' title='My Brother&apos;s Secret Lover'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-045tacby-rQ/TmdP5YChJ0I/AAAAAAAABIw/dCSl5OYSFc0/s72-c/MyBrothersSecretLover-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-1910011045537408805</id><published>2011-08-06T05:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T05:46:38.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BK Wright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physicians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate crimes'/><title type='text'>ER Knights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQNkdXPog-4/Tj0abMoJHJI/AAAAAAAABFE/XDwvfwXetL0/s1600/ER%2BKnights-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQNkdXPog-4/Tj0abMoJHJI/AAAAAAAABFE/XDwvfwXetL0/s320/ER%2BKnights-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637691363086113938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and his lover are very discreet as they meet secretly in a place that very few know exists.  As first year medical residents in a hospital overseen by a physician known for hating gays, their lives are filled with drudgery and paranoid vigilance.  When Mike’s former lover, his first love, calls one night with an offer too good to pass up, Mike decides to take a few days off and check it out.  The man he once loved now seems different, however, and he speaks of some kind of “special place” for gay men which he and his boss have designed as a utopia.  Mike has never heard of such a place and he fears there may be some connection between his first love and his gay hating boss.  And why has he been unable to get in touch with his current lover since he has been away for such a short time?  Does his first love know about his new lover?  Has the gentle man who Mike now shares his life with and who loves him freely and openly been taken to the “special place?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two young men dressed as they always did in this little room, in total darkness.  They put on their “straight” jackets, kissed each other one last time, unlocked the door, and went their separate ways.  Mike was finishing his shift in the emergency room, and Jackson was needed in surgery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson entered the operating room scrubbed and gloved, and with his usual charm.  “All set?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, doctor,” the scrub nurse answered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson’s expertise in the operating room could not be matched, and he only hoped that his secret life outside of the operating room would never be revealed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike whistled as he left the emergency room that day.  After working ten days in a row, he finally had a day off.  Feeling overwhelmed and overworked was nothing new to Mike, and it was often the result of his own doing.  He often assumed extra shifts if asked, not so much from a sense of duty, but more as a way of proving that he was just as worthy of the white jacket as his fellow colleagues.  He freed his car from its parking garage prison, and hurried home to the sanctuary of his studio apartment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike walked into the emergency room and was immediately hustled into one of the trauma bays.  “What happened?”  It was rare to see the chief of emergency services in the actual emergency room and he was one of the most hated of the staff physicians.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good to see you, Mike.  Looks like a couple of gays got what they had coming to them.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike stared at the cold hearted Dr. Scranton.  What an asshole!  Mike turned to the man who lay on the sterile examination bed, naked, his legs spread.  He was facing the wall, and Mike felt bad for him.  “What happened to him, Dr. Scranton?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor laughed and shoved the chart at Mike.  “Guess he was taken down in an alley.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike hurried to the assigned trauma bay where Doug was beginning to assess the patient.  “The patient has been heavily sedated, standard procedure for the flight, but he is stable.  Let’s see.  The chart indicates that his name is….”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jackson!” Mike shouted and rushed to his side.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, his name is Jackson Page.  I take it you know him?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jackson, it’s Mike.  Jackson, wake up.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug gently pulled him back.  “He’s asleep, Mike.  Step back, please.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson slowly began to walk behind Doug’s desk to get a look at the picture on the wall.  “Is this your family?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not turning around, Doug answered with a soft, “yes.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson jerked the picture off the wall, bringing the nail with it.  He slammed it down on the desk, forcing Doug to look at it.  Standing behind him, Jackson placed his hands firmly on both arms of Doug’s chair and harshly spoke.  “What the fuck are you trying to pull, Doctor?  I’m not like the others, the young guys like Rusty and Mike and the poor misled and trusting souls like Todd.  I’m a little bit older and a hell of a lot wiser – street smart, been around the block a few times, around the barn a few times, etcetera, etcetera.  So if you are trying to pull something here, if you are on some sadistic mission to rid the world of the evils of homosexuality, you are messing with the wrong man.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ER Knights”, a novel of gay love, is available in the six Apple iBookstores, Amazon, B&amp;N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, 1 Place for Romance, and All Romance ebooks.  Also available in print from Amazon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-1910011045537408805?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/er-knights/id449503340?mt=11' title='ER Knights'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1910011045537408805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/er-knights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/1910011045537408805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/1910011045537408805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/er-knights.html' title='ER Knights'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jQNkdXPog-4/Tj0abMoJHJI/AAAAAAAABFE/XDwvfwXetL0/s72-c/ER%2BKnights-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-7677273241813432450</id><published>2011-07-13T10:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T10:49:53.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Meet the Parkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-azfc9kbVeRY/Th2-PzH-WNI/AAAAAAAABD0/oD5KFkvWXZ4/s1600/Meet%2Bthe%2BParkers-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-azfc9kbVeRY/Th2-PzH-WNI/AAAAAAAABD0/oD5KFkvWXZ4/s320/Meet%2Bthe%2BParkers-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628864287913957586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Parker have been friends for awhile now, but Parker has never mentioned anything about wild parties that he and his dad host on a regular basis.  Parker does not seem like the party type to Mitch.  When Parker asks Mitch to come over for one of their parties, promising a night he will never forget, he agrees to it.  When he arrives at the huge mansion that is the Parker estate, however, he wonders why he is the only guest to arrive, at least so far.  The events of the night are shocking enough, but there is one regular guest of the Parker parties who Mitch would never have guessed to be a part of something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving right on time, Mitch was greeted at the mansion in the hills by Parker as well as his father, Parker, Sr.  Mitch shook the elder Parker’s hand as he walked inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Am I early?  Where is everyone?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker looked at his father.  “They come later, Mitch.  We like to show all of our guests the individual attention they deserve.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch slowly walked over and sat next to his friend.  He acts like nothing at all happened.  Mitch couldn’t believe it.  He was talking to his friend when the elder Parker sat down beside him, so close to him that he was pushed a little closer to his friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here you go,” the elder Parker said, with a cheery lilt in his voice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch took the drink, but the two Parkers did not move from where they were seated so close to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are so happy that you have decided to stay awhile, Mitch.  It’s puzzling, but some of our guests leave after a very short time here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch just stared at the older man.  I wonder why, he wanted to say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is fun, Mitch,” Parker exclaimed, in the same childlike manner, and Mitch choked back a laugh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Parkers let go of Mitch and quickly stripped out of their clothes.  Mitch looked back at the doors and seriously thought about making a run for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The doors are locked, Mitch.”  Parker laughed so hard at the thought of one-upping his friend that he snorted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come over here, Mitch, to our pool.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch left his laughing and snorting friend and joined the elder Parker in the pool.  It felt good, and Parker, Sr. pushed a button to turn on the waves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Watch out, Mitch,” he yelled.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Meet the Parkers”, erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available in the six Apple iBookstores, from Barnes &amp; Noble, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, 1 Erotica ebooks, 1 Place for Romance, All Romance ebooks, and Extasy Books (Trapezium section).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-7677273241813432450?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/meet-the-parkers/id441096364?mt=11' title='Meet the Parkers'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7677273241813432450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/meet-parkers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/7677273241813432450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/7677273241813432450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/meet-parkers.html' title='Meet the Parkers'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-azfc9kbVeRY/Th2-PzH-WNI/AAAAAAAABD0/oD5KFkvWXZ4/s72-c/Meet%2Bthe%2BParkers-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-3651011457471486665</id><published>2011-07-07T04:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T04:37:05.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>The Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_suZ8BIcx4/ThV96xe1JgI/AAAAAAAABDU/U9KJVvmHYl8/s1600/The%2BGraduate-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_suZ8BIcx4/ThV96xe1JgI/AAAAAAAABDU/U9KJVvmHYl8/s320/The%2BGraduate-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626541758137837058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the night.  Jay is graduating with high honors and as his reward his mentor of the past four years has a special gift waiting for him.  Jay has no idea what this special gift could be, but he is supposed to meet his gorgeous mentor, Landon, at his beach house following graduation tonight.  After the obligatory time spent with his family, Jay drives as fast as he can to Landon’s beach house and to his awaiting special gift.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon had heard him pull up, and he met Jay with an open door.  “Congrats, Jay, you made it.  You are now my colleague and as such, I must show you the proper respect.”  He bowed and Jay just laughed.  “Come in, Jay.  Champagne is flowing tonight.”  Jay could see clearly that Landon had already had a few and he could also see what he had wanted since the two of them had first met, Landon’s very enticing package.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay turned around to see his mentor, the well respected attorney, completely undressed except for a silk thong he wore that was struggling to contain its bulging contents.  Jay had no idea that Landon was so fit.  His body was perfect.  Jay was staring at Landon’s thong, though, waiting and hoping for something to fall out.  &lt;br /&gt;Landon ran his hands along the top of the thong.  “What do you think, Jay?  My shirts aren’t the only thing made of silk.  I love silk thongs.  Silk is the only kind I wear.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay couldn’t take his eyes off of the shiny thing.  “It’s very nice, Landon.”  &lt;br /&gt;Landon walked over to Jay.  “Touch it, Jay.  You’ll like the way it feels.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“The Graduate,” erotic fiction by B.J. Scott, is available from the six Apple iBookstores; Barnes &amp; Noble; Rainbow ebooks; Bookstrand; 1 Erotica ebooks; All Romance ebooks; and Extasy Books.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-3651011457471486665?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-graduate/id440478625?mt=11' title='The Graduate'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3651011457471486665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/graduate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3651011457471486665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3651011457471486665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/graduate.html' title='The Graduate'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A_suZ8BIcx4/ThV96xe1JgI/AAAAAAAABDU/U9KJVvmHYl8/s72-c/The%2BGraduate-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-5198975825458344167</id><published>2011-06-29T13:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T14:02:16.387-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdsm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>The Welcome Cruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oOhpcj8m6gI/Tgt2SfZGpzI/AAAAAAAABDE/ttcFU9cFQXE/s1600/The%2BWelcome%2BCruise-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oOhpcj8m6gI/Tgt2SfZGpzI/AAAAAAAABDE/ttcFU9cFQXE/s320/The%2BWelcome%2BCruise-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623718619738711858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Matt will do anything and go anywhere to be with Justin.  He wants Justin to be his first in every way.  When Justin invites Matt to take a cruise with him, Matt thinks he has hit the jackpot.  This is not just any cruise, however.  This is the “Welcome Cruise.”  Matt has no idea what the “Welcome Cruise” actually is and Justin has given him no hints, though he remembers every detail of his own “Welcome Cruise” years ago.  Matt is convinced that this will be the most romantic cruise ever, given its sweet sounding name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt had never been on what his best friend, Justin, had called a “Welcome Cruise” before.  As he and Justin boarded the sparkling champagne colored ship, Matt did indeed feel very welcomed, he had to admit.  The ship’s captain shook his hand and he pulled him close to him for a brief moment.  Matt thought this a bit odd, but he didn’t think that much of it.  He was with Justin on what promised to be a romantic cruise and that was all that mattered to Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the two men walked along with the many other couples toward the designated station, Matt turned to Justin with adoring eyes, and said, “The captain is very friendly, don’t you think?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin nodded to his young friend, just as the captain had nodded to Justin with obvious approval after meeting Matt, a gesture which Matt did not see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many couples just like Matt and Justin who were boarding the Welcome Cruise, men bringing their new friends for their very first Welcome Cruise.  Justin nodded at some who, like him, were walking hand in hand with their new young men.  Matt was all smiles, as were the other new men who had been brought to the ship to be properly welcomed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“The Welcome Cruise” is available in the six Apple iBookstores; from Barnes &amp; Noble; Rainbow ebooks; Bookstrand; All Romance ebooks; 1 Place for Romance; 1 Erotica ebooks; and Extasy Books (Trapezium section).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Apple iBookstore U.S. link to “The Welcome Cruise”, click on the Title above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-5198975825458344167?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-welcome-cruise/id441095580?mt=11' title='The Welcome Cruise'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5198975825458344167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/welcome-cruise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/5198975825458344167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/5198975825458344167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/welcome-cruise.html' title='The Welcome Cruise'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oOhpcj8m6gI/Tgt2SfZGpzI/AAAAAAAABDE/ttcFU9cFQXE/s72-c/The%2BWelcome%2BCruise-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-6041944215355866092</id><published>2011-06-24T06:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T06:11:20.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiple partners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdsm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Heart's Desire Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oaKqq6qv_6M/TgRwfXYfwgI/AAAAAAAABC8/uJG0cEr6-uY/s1600/HeartsDesireResort-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oaKqq6qv_6M/TgRwfXYfwgI/AAAAAAAABC8/uJG0cEr6-uY/s320/HeartsDesireResort-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621741919020237314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The vacation of a lifetime with a money back guarantee of satisfaction is too good to pass up.  The brochure sounds friendly enough, with the words “Heart’s Desire Resort” in gold embossed letters.  Jason watches as the plane descends over what looks like paradise.  Greeted by a man who offers to be at his disposal at any time and for anything, Jason cannot wait to begin his dream vacation.  As he looks around, nothing appears to be out of the ordinary, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting place, thought Jason, as he unpacked his things in the huge room with the heart shaped bed and the heart shaped tub, and everything else heart shaped.  The room was painted red, pink, and white, and a little too cutesy for Jason’s taste.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been hot and crowded on the small plane that had flown him from the mainland to the island resort and Jason couldn’t wait to take a dip in the pool, so he changed quickly and hurried outside to the inviting water.  He swam a couple of laps and then rested against the side of the pool.  He thought it a bit odd that he was the only one out here by the sparkling water, but he didn’t really care.  He had closed his eyes for only a moment before the man who had showed him to his room hurried out and sat on the side of the pool next to Jason, arousing him from his dreamlike state.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I did tell you that if you needed anything at any time that I would provide it, did I not?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason looked at him, surprised at the man’s stern reproach.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man continued to hold Jason’s package firmly while he snapped his fingers.  Jason looked around.  “What was that?” he asked, with a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason had laughed too soon.  The big man known as Ian was lumbering toward them.  As he neared, Jason got a good look at the man who really knew how to take care of his heart’s desire.  He was all muscle, a big man, nice looking but not gorgeous.  He was just big.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ian, our friend here requires assistance of the kind that only you can provide our guests.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s that?” Jason dared to ask.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man smiled.  “Ian has come to provide you with your heart’s desire.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Heart’s Desire Resort”, erotic fiction, is available in the six Apple iBookstores; from Barnes &amp; Noble; Bookstrand; Rainbow ebooks; All Romance ebooks; 1 Place for Romance; 1 Erotica ebooks; and Extasy Books (Trapezium section).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the title above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-6041944215355866092?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/hearts-desire-resort/id441094955?mt=11' title='Heart&apos;s Desire Resort'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6041944215355866092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/hearts-desire-resort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/6041944215355866092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/6041944215355866092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/hearts-desire-resort.html' title='Heart&apos;s Desire Resort'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oaKqq6qv_6M/TgRwfXYfwgI/AAAAAAAABC8/uJG0cEr6-uY/s72-c/HeartsDesireResort-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-540170717228785212</id><published>2011-06-15T04:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T04:14:42.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdsm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Ruling Henry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKf0pjbfTMo/Tfh38VYUX4I/AAAAAAAABCE/UNDeBOPo3Tk/s1600/Ruling%2BHenry-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKf0pjbfTMo/Tfh38VYUX4I/AAAAAAAABCE/UNDeBOPo3Tk/s320/Ruling%2BHenry-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618372413559693186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seth is the youngest man to have ever been considered for the Professors Club and he thinks his career has finally taken off.  His favorite professor has recommended him for this most prestigious organization and tonight Seth will do anything to show his appreciation.  Showing up at the door, a bottle of wine in hand, Seth is ready to toast his future with the man who has made it all possible.  Little does Seth know that the odd little man he knows as Professor Ikstraub has his own plans for a night alone with his new colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Ikstraub was not a particularly attractive man.  He was rather short, his dark haired was heavily speckled with gray, and he was a rather average looking man actually.  But there was something about Professor Ikstraub that was very sensual, very raw and erotic, and Seth would have given almost anything to have just one fling with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on, Henry, we’re done here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Seth.  They will smell me on you.  You know the power of my scent.  That is what brought you here, isn’t it?  Isn’t that what drove you into a wild animal?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth had to admit that there was something about Henry.  It certainly had not been the professor’s charm or good looks that drove him mad.  “What do you want, Henry?” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Just a little more time with you, Seth.  Come with me.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth had little choice in the matter.  He followed the odd little man into the master bath.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You and I are going to do it in here, Seth.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Ruling Henry” is available in the six Apple iBookstores; Rainbow ebooks; Barnes &amp; Noble; Bookstrand; 1 Erotica ebooks; 1 Place for Romance; All Romance ebooks; Extasy Books (Trapezium section).  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-540170717228785212?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/ruling-henry/id439289498?mt=11' title='Ruling Henry'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/540170717228785212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/ruling-henry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/540170717228785212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/540170717228785212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/ruling-henry.html' title='Ruling Henry'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKf0pjbfTMo/Tfh38VYUX4I/AAAAAAAABCE/UNDeBOPo3Tk/s72-c/Ruling%2BHenry-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-2761243410079703528</id><published>2011-06-09T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T11:17:16.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdsm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>3 to Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDRwwDTjIYU/TfDxyurmHwI/AAAAAAAABBU/i1yQMrqWkDE/s1600/3%2Bto%2BOpen-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDRwwDTjIYU/TfDxyurmHwI/AAAAAAAABBU/i1yQMrqWkDE/s320/3%2Bto%2BOpen-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616254589157646082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening of a new breed of S&amp;M clubs has Jack quickly rearranging his on-call schedule at the hospital.  Catering to doctors such as himself, as well as to various other professionals, this new breed of clubs offers Jack the best of both worlds.  The thrill of pleasing a demanding master and the power that washes over him while having his own demands and commands obeyed is a combination Jack can never refuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Jack’s first time at the Dunes, a hot new club downtown.  He had come here alone, not wanting anyone at work to know he frequented anything but the finest of establishments.  Jack had read about the Dunes and he knew immediately it was the place for him.  The Dunes was a submission club, a new breed of S&amp;M clubs that seemed to have sprouted up overnight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack had driven around the block several times before parking his Mercedes in the back.  He wouldn’t have stopped if he had noticed any familiar looking vehicles.  Jack checked himself in the rearview mirror, locked his car, and tapped three times on the back door of the club, just the way it had been stated on the website.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack scampered to the bar like a scared rabbit and took a seat.  He was halfway through his first drink when he felt two firm hands grip his shoulders.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Doctor?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack tried to turn around but the man held him firm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man’s firm hands slid down the front of Jack’s shirt, and Jack felt the man’s hot breath and then his lips on the back of his neck.  “What do you want, Jack?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everything, and then some.”  It was true.  Jack had done everything and he had had everything done to him, and he wanted it that way.  He had been on both ends of the S&amp;M chain and he had no real preference.  He liked it all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“3 to Open” is available in the six Apple iBookstores; Barnes &amp; Noble; Rainbow ebooks; Bookstrand; 1 Erotica ebooks; All Romance ebooks; Extasy Books (Trapezium section).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-2761243410079703528?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/3-to-open/id439287012?mt=11' title='3 to Open'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2761243410079703528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/3-to-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2761243410079703528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2761243410079703528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/3-to-open.html' title='3 to Open'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tDRwwDTjIYU/TfDxyurmHwI/AAAAAAAABBU/i1yQMrqWkDE/s72-c/3%2Bto%2BOpen-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-40477701088687263</id><published>2011-06-08T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:47:05.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>J's Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHatZs1ZlGg/Te-1fuMpLZI/AAAAAAAABBE/4mshQZ34RL4/s1600/JsPlace-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHatZs1ZlGg/Te-1fuMpLZI/AAAAAAAABBE/4mshQZ34RL4/s320/JsPlace-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615906816935931282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby has been begging Van to let him come to one of his parties, and now he is finally here.  Toby has no idea what to expect, but being hit on within the first few minutes of his arrival is definitely a good way to get a party going.  Toby soon learns that Van is running a business, and that Van is very specific about the requirements of the men who work for him.  He also learns that pleasing men is sometimes learned the hard way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby was younger than most of the guys here, and exactly what J had wanted.  Van knew that J would pay extra for Toby, and Van needed the money to continue his business.  J was a big man with big muscles and lots of dark hair.  He took Toby’s head in his hands and kissed him hard.  Toby was breathless when the man pulled his mouth off of his.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J pushed Toby gently onto the sofa and knelt in front of him on the floor.  He quickly undid Toby’s jeans and pulled them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men returned to the room, and Van paired them with the newcomers of his choosing according to what he wanted each of them to learn in order to work for him.  Van chose Toby and determined to make Van jealous, J took Van’s blonde boy.  Van was a little bit jealous.  He really liked the cute little blonde, but not as much as he liked Toby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“J’s Place” is available in the six Apple iBookstores; Barnes &amp; Noble; Bookstrand; Rainbow ebooks; Extasy Books (Trapezium section).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the U.S. Apple iBookstore link to “J’s Place”, click on the title above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-40477701088687263?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/js-place/id439577910?mt=11' title='J&apos;s Place'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/40477701088687263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/js-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/40477701088687263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/40477701088687263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/js-place.html' title='J&apos;s Place'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WHatZs1ZlGg/Te-1fuMpLZI/AAAAAAAABBE/4mshQZ34RL4/s72-c/JsPlace-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-350383634839078907</id><published>2011-05-28T10:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T06:06:52.281-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery/suspense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><title type='text'>Harvest Grove</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rNqWrPKF-sw/TeEORSIPUMI/AAAAAAAAA-c/4JdYkb2X3v8/s1600/Harvest%2BGrove-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rNqWrPKF-sw/TeEORSIPUMI/AAAAAAAAA-c/4JdYkb2X3v8/s320/Harvest%2BGrove-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611782300767310018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks at her uncle’s farm seems like a life sentence to a young woman who recently celebrated her eighteenth birthday.  The two cute college guys her uncle has hired make it a little more appealing, however.  When Marly begins to hear barking dogs and the sounds of loud birds coming from the dark and dreary woods at the edge of the farm, she has to investigate.  Pushing her way through the thick foliage, in the clearing of the woods Marly discovers something she has never before seen.  Through the peculiarly present mist and fog, Marly sees silhouettes of what appear to be two men, but they are not the two young men hired to work for her Uncle Charlie.  Who are they and what are they doing?  Thinking that the two college guys are playing a joke on her, Marly sneaks to the woods often, but the loud noises and the men are not always present.  Do Uncle Charlie and Aunt Susan know about this?  And were the two men kissing?  No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious to know what was up with the mysterious college guys, Marly set the rake down and followed the footsteps of Marc and Koby into the trees.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed dark and dreary with the huge trees all around her and Marly almost turned around and went back when she heard what sounded like a dog barking.  “Doggie, here doggie,” she whispered.  She couldn’t keep herself from continuing toward the sound, but her curiosity had gotten her into trouble before and she had promised her mother that she would obey Charlie and Susan.  But Marly couldn’t help it.  “I have to know what that sound is.”  She whispered, “Doggie, here doggie”, again, but then the sound stopped suddenly.  All she could hear now was her own footsteps as they made a crunching sound on the dried leaves.  She pushed aside the thick foliage to get a look at what was no doubt hiding somewhere in the trees.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too dark to see much of anything, but what Marly could see looked like the silhouette of a man or perhaps an animal.  She could not be certain which it was.  The shadow moved slowly just a few feet from where Marly was hiding.  She put her hand to her mouth when she saw him.  “He’s naked,” she nearly screamed.  The shadow moved to just behind a tree.  The man leaned over and Marly had a better view of his butt than she cared to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they neared the woods, Marly stopped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are we going in there?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure, Marly, it looks scarier than it is.  There’s nothing in there.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marly knew there were times when there was definitely something in there, but she didn’t want to look like a scared little girl in the presence of these two cute guys.  She followed as the young men made their way to the clearance where she had watched the erotic scene unfold last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of them stood in the small clearance and looked up at the sunlight.  “See, Marly, nothing in here.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marly looked around.  There was no sign of what had transpired here last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Harvest Grove", young adult fiction by S. Wales, is now available in the six Apple iBookstores; from Amazon US, UK, DE; Barnes &amp; Noble; Bookstrand; All Romance ebooks; 1 Place for Romance; eXstasy Books (Trapezium section).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-350383634839078907?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Harvest-Grove-ebook/dp/B0052ND7MS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1306592719&amp;sr=1-1' title='Harvest Grove'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/350383634839078907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/harvest-grove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/350383634839078907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/350383634839078907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/harvest-grove.html' title='Harvest Grove'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rNqWrPKF-sw/TeEORSIPUMI/AAAAAAAAA-c/4JdYkb2X3v8/s72-c/Harvest%2BGrove-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-3175624982344612322</id><published>2011-04-28T10:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:09:11.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdsm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casual sex'/><title type='text'>2 for the Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQoVqDwpbrw/TbmCvztB3rI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Mx08PN9kznE/s1600/2-for-the-Show-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQoVqDwpbrw/TbmCvztB3rI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Mx08PN9kznE/s320/2-for-the-Show-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600651369456459442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mitch is asked to pose nude for a well known magazine, all he wants is a little action.  Mitch quickly learns that Mack Shier Productions is much more than just magazines.  The owner plans to make a name for himself in the adult film industry and after only one day with Mitch, the famous Mack Shier knows he has found the man who will make him rich.  Fame and fortune may only be a dream, however, if Mitch is unwilling to take orders from the company’s leading money maker, a man who demands complete obedience, in every way, from the new guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know who our main readers are – gay men.  But you are damned hot, Mitch, and I am as straight as an arrow.  If I can see it, every gay man in the world will see it.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that his secret was still safe, Mitch thought about it.  He knew he was hot, and he just might get a lot of action from posing nude.  “Do I get the centerfold?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack hadn’t thought about that, but Mitch was certainly hot enough for a centerfold.  Jack was certain he could work it out with his boss.  Once Mack Shier got a look at Mitch, there was no way he could turn him down for the centerfold.  “You got it, buddy.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch walked into the dining room where he and another guy were to pose on the dining room table.  Mitch had no problem with that.  He could pose on a table.  Hell, he would even fuck a guy on a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, guys, time to bare it.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch tossed his robe aside and several gasps echoed throughout the room.  Jack had seen his friend naked a few times, but he was still impressed.  Mitch had a body to die for.  He was muscular, but not in a body builder sort of way.  His stomach looked like a washboard, and when he walked nothing seemed to move.  But what caused the gasps was what Mitch stuffed into his shorts every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot dark hand moved to Mitch’s face and forced Mitch’s head to the side.  “Kiss me,” he ordered.  Jamal was in complete control of Mitch and he forced his head to his open mouth.  The kiss was forceful and passionate and Mitch did not want it to end.  When Jamal pulled his head back, Mitch struggled to maintain contact with those powerful lips.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You liked my tongue in that mouth, did you?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch slowly opened his eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Suck on this,” Jamal ordered, shoving a thick finger into Mitch’s open mouth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“2 for the Show” is available in the six Apple iBookstores, Amazon US, UK, DE, Barnes &amp; Noble, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1 Place for Romance, and eXstasy Books (Trapezium section).  For the U.S. Apple iBookstore, click on the title above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-3175624982344612322?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/2-for-the-show/id431515106?mt=11' title='2 for the Show'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3175624982344612322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-for-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3175624982344612322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3175624982344612322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-for-show.html' title='2 for the Show'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQoVqDwpbrw/TbmCvztB3rI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Mx08PN9kznE/s72-c/2-for-the-Show-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-9004200076058831444</id><published>2011-03-16T12:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T12:52:58.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Husbands on the Down Low</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIgup5w37jo/TYD44nru6uI/AAAAAAAAA2E/X4rh4w4Qi30/s1600/Husbands%2Bon%2Bthe%2BDown%2BLow-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIgup5w37jo/TYD44nru6uI/AAAAAAAAA2E/X4rh4w4Qi30/s320/Husbands%2Bon%2Bthe%2BDown%2BLow-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584737189548190434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troy is always on the hunt for a new man, a new married man that is.  On the down low for years, Troy gets from other husbands what his wife does not give him at home, and Troy gives to other married men what they desperately need.  The latest of Troy’s conquests is a novice in the world in which Troy is king, and Troy cannot wait to take this man to a place he has never been.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From their first meeting, Troy knew that he wanted Brad.  He wasn’t sure about Brad, though.  Troy could usually sense somehow if a man was like himself, on the down low, but Brad was different.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This may take awhile,” he said to himself, but Troy was willing to wait.  The chemistry he felt with Brad was too great not to let it take its course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad was curious as they walked to Troy’s car.  He had parked in a somewhat secluded part of the park, and when Brad got into Troy’s car, Troy got right to the point.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I give good head and by that I mean I give great head.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad just stared at Troy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I mean it, I give the best head, and I’ll bet your wife can’t suck you like I can.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not waiting for Brad’s reply, Troy had those pressed trousers at Brad’s knees and his tidy whities, too, as he helped himself to Brad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erotica by B.J. Scott available at Amazon US &amp; UK, Barnes &amp; Noble, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, All Romance ebooks, and coming soon to the Apple iBookstores.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Amazon US link, click the title above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-9004200076058831444?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Husbands-Down-Low-ebook/dp/B004RZIE1G/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1300297357&amp;sr=1-1' title='Husbands on the Down Low'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9004200076058831444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/husbands-on-down-low.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/9004200076058831444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/9004200076058831444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/husbands-on-down-low.html' title='Husbands on the Down Low'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIgup5w37jo/TYD44nru6uI/AAAAAAAAA2E/X4rh4w4Qi30/s72-c/Husbands%2Bon%2Bthe%2BDown%2BLow-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-1675345443261937580</id><published>2011-03-10T04:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T04:39:43.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiple partners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Desperate Measures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nMdbH-1nZdU/TXiqQ0-tcUI/AAAAAAAAA1k/gd3r5u_l9Lc/s1600/Desperate%2BMeasures-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nMdbH-1nZdU/TXiqQ0-tcUI/AAAAAAAAA1k/gd3r5u_l9Lc/s320/Desperate%2BMeasures-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582398944202027330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicked out by yet another girlfriend, Jason desperately needs a place to stay.  Not wanting to hear another lecture from his best friend, Jason cruises a bar where no one knows him.  Hoping to find a kind older gentleman to let him crash at his place for awhile, Jason encounters something that he is not expecting, something that he fears may lead him into a sexual trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason thought that maybe an older gentleman would offer him a place and perhaps even a few bucks.  Hell, he would even promise the old man a blowjob.  He was that hard up for cash at the moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked around the bar hoping to find his one-time sugar daddy, but this was a whole new crowd to Jason.  There were guys here, and they were definitely looking at Jason.  They just weren’t what Jason had expected.  Then his eyes caught them.  The two big beefy bears were eyeing him as if he were a side of beef.  It was if they could sense the scent of fresh virginal meat.  To them, Jason was a virgin.  He did look the part, too.  He looked innocent enough with his big blue eyes and long eyelashes.  His shoulders were broad and his waist was fairly small in comparison.  But somehow Jason got the feeling that it was his plump butt that the two bears were really watching and waiting for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two men looked hungry.  Jason had seen that look of hunger before.  He had seen that look of hunger in himself and in his friend Randy when the two of them were eyeing some fresh meat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This erotic ebook is available at Amazon US and UK, B&amp;N, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, the six Apple iBookstores, All Romance ebooks, 1 Place for Romance, and eXstasy Books (Trapezium section). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Amazon US link, click on the title above.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the individual links by country to the Apple iBookstores, click on the "iBlog" on the first page of our website, http://www.beautobeau.com.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-1675345443261937580?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Desperate-Measures-ebook/dp/B004QTOPDE/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1299752210&amp;sr=1-10' title='Desperate Measures'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1675345443261937580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/desperate-measures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/1675345443261937580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/1675345443261937580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/desperate-measures.html' title='Desperate Measures'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nMdbH-1nZdU/TXiqQ0-tcUI/AAAAAAAAA1k/gd3r5u_l9Lc/s72-c/Desperate%2BMeasures-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-2993380575296212407</id><published>2011-02-23T05:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T05:19:20.707-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon pearce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>A Country Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m0xXHTa-QZ4/TWTtFLW9ncI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/61pUYvVCTW8/s1600/A%2BCountry%2BAdventure-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m0xXHTa-QZ4/TWTtFLW9ncI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/61pUYvVCTW8/s320/A%2BCountry%2BAdventure-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576842911795748290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Gary and Gordy receive a generous offer to teach two young cardiology interns, they eagerly accept.  Neither has been to the Midwest, and the picturesque town is a perfect replication of its Holland home, teeming with tulips and windmills.  After making themselves comfortable in the cozy cottage built by the original Dutch settler of the small town, Gary and Gordy soon begin to notice a few very unsettling oddities about the dwelling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary’s face lit up at the thought of another adventure.  “Where is it, Gordy?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just says small Midwestern town.  Please call for directions.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You think it’s for real, Gordy?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordy turned the sheet of paper over a few times.  “Has to be, Gary.  The senior members of our very prestigious department lack the sense of humor required to pull off a stunt like this.  Let’s make the call.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick night of packing and a few hours of sleep, the daring duo of doctors was boarding a plane for a few days of teaching and a few nights in somewhat questionable accommodations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ahh, the country, Gary.  Is there anything like it?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two young doctors breathed deeply, filling their lungs with the fresh country air.  The taxi driver had dropped them off at the park, but had then quickly driven away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What was his problem?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Couldn’t say, Gary, old boy.  Perhaps the man is allergic to flowers and fresh air.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow on the wall was the perfect likeness to the picture of the widow that was on the wall of the bedroom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn, Gary.  Let’s look outside.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No way, my friend.  I’m not that crazy.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordy was out of the bed and jumping into his jeans before Gary could stop him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This romantic comedy is available at Amazon, Barnes &amp; Noble, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, 1Place for Romance, and coming soon to the Apple iBookstores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Amazon US link, click on the title above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-2993380575296212407?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/A-Country-Adventure-ebook/dp/B004OR1JMS/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1298459279&amp;sr=1-9' title='A Country Adventure'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2993380575296212407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/country-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2993380575296212407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2993380575296212407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/country-adventure.html' title='A Country Adventure'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m0xXHTa-QZ4/TWTtFLW9ncI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/61pUYvVCTW8/s72-c/A%2BCountry%2BAdventure-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-8235174527372247092</id><published>2011-02-16T05:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T05:05:01.865-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexual content'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay cowboys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Cross Country Cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-K68rjJk-Y/TVuvRx08i6I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/6xCy4gPIfPw/s1600/Cross%2BCountry%2BCowboy-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-K68rjJk-Y/TVuvRx08i6I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/6xCy4gPIfPw/s320/Cross%2BCountry%2BCowboy-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574241683769166754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a cowboy named Drake, the best of times can always be found in the arms of another cowboy while making his annual cross country trek in search of a good time.  The worst of times for cowboy Drake has been found in the arms of a cowboy whose wife is unaware of her man’s “secret side.”  Drake never knows what might be waiting for him in the small towns or big cities on his annual trips, but he always gets what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake was making his annual trek across the country, his annual sex trek that is, and he always had the best sex in the great states of Middle America.  It was in the states of the Great Plains and the Midwest that Drake had found the self-proclaimed real men, the men who over the last few years had become a real turn-on for Drake.  These were the men who no one would have ever guessed could have been blown away by a blowjob from a man.  These were the men Drake considered to be real men.  But no man was as real a man as Drake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake could make a man scream and beg him to let him cum after he had slowly and expertly brought that man closer to the edge more times than he could even remember before giving in and giving that man what Drake knew he desperately needed.  Drake was that good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake slowed his truck to a complete stop in front of a bar that all but promised to have what he wanted.  Drake could spot the man he wanted within minutes of walking into a bar like this one.  The name on the sign said it all.  The “Sawmill” was a bar filled with Drake’s type of men.  These men were the farmers, the ranchers, and every one of these men thought that he was a real cowboy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake set his empty beer bottle down and walked slowly toward the back of the bar where couples were dancing.  He leaned nonchalantly against the wall, glancing occasionally at the man he had chosen for tonight’s awakening.  He would definitely awaken the young cowboy.  Drake always did.  The cowboy hat that Drake kept in his truck on his annual cross country trek was the perfect way to disguise his cruising of the young cowboy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This erotic ebook is available at Amazon US (click title above), Amazon UK, B&amp;N, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, All Romance ebooks, 1Place for Romance, and the six (6) Apple iBookstores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-8235174527372247092?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Cross-Country-Cowboy-ebook/dp/B004NIFVY0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1297853099&amp;sr=1-1' title='Cross Country Cowboy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8235174527372247092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/cross-country-cowboy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8235174527372247092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8235174527372247092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/cross-country-cowboy.html' title='Cross Country Cowboy'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-K68rjJk-Y/TVuvRx08i6I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/6xCy4gPIfPw/s72-c/Cross%2BCountry%2BCowboy-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-2131326100399763372</id><published>2011-01-20T10:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T10:09:24.231-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery/suspense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiple partners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Midnight Craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TThdfrQmbmI/AAAAAAAAAxI/wBbQd3a9RBs/s1600/Midnight%2BCraving-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TThdfrQmbmI/AAAAAAAAAxI/wBbQd3a9RBs/s320/Midnight%2BCraving-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564300138385927778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don has no idea when it began, but he has become obsessed with men, or more specifically, a particular part of a man’s anatomy.  While off work due to an injury, Don begins watching porn, gay porn, and it soon begins to take over his thoughts and his dreams.  Then one night when Don cannot sleep, he knows that he will not rest until he gets what he craves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don had never considered himself to be anything but straight.  He played football in high school, a jock to the core, and he had been with more women than he could remember.  Don had never ever, not even for a second, thought that he might be bi, much less gay, but over the last year or so something had changed.  He had developed what could only be described as a craving for cock, a real hunger to be with a man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Don would fantasize about the guys on the screen being with him in his own living room as he watched them do each other.  “How long have I been like this?”  Don asked himself this every time he watched one of these juicy porn flicks, but it didn’t stop him from watching them.  Don only wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the corner of his eye, Don noticed train tracks that seemed to be a sort of path that led into the woods and on a whim he decided to see where it led.  The tracks ended, but the path continued and was like a maze as it led Don through turn after turn.  He had almost decided to turn around and head back to his car before he got completely turned around when he began to hear moans.  The moans were low and soft at first.  Don stopped and looked around, but he saw no one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This erotic ebook is available at Amazon US and UK, Barnes &amp; Noble, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, 1Place for Romance, All Romance ebooks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon to the Apple iBookstores.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available in Spanish - "Medianoche Deseo" - at Amazon and B&amp;N.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Amazon US link, click on the title above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-2131326100399763372?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Craving-ebook/dp/B004JN0KXQ/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1295539500&amp;sr=1-5' title='Midnight Craving'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2131326100399763372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/midnight-craving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2131326100399763372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2131326100399763372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/midnight-craving.html' title='Midnight Craving'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TThdfrQmbmI/AAAAAAAAAxI/wBbQd3a9RBs/s72-c/Midnight%2BCraving-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-5934430815293537964</id><published>2011-01-12T10:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T10:30:06.220-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon pearce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Men in My Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TS3WtWEzCmI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/B-ps0RTcA1A/s1600/Men%2Bin%2BMy%2BBackyard-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TS3WtWEzCmI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/B-ps0RTcA1A/s320/Men%2Bin%2BMy%2BBackyard-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561337189380590178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregg loves sex, and the bar scene serves his urges and desires very well most of the time.  When his landlord arranges for the lawn to be landscaped, Gregg is far from thrilled about being awakened early in the morning by the sound of loud equipment.  But when the men arrive to do the landscaping, Gregg decides that getting up a little earlier for these hot studs will be no inconvenience at all. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after Ronald had left on his never ending job hunt, the doorbell rang.  Two very hot looking guys stood in the doorway and said they were there to begin working on the landscaping, and introduced themselves as Rejor and Manuel.  Gregg nearly gasped as he gave the two hot guys a quick once-over.  These two guys were grown men, and these two grown men were more than a little hot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuel smiled, and then turned around to return to the backyard.  As he left, Gregg noticed that Manuel’s shorts were also damp with sweat, forming a darkened area that made a line from the top of his butt crack and ending where Gregg was staring.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he watched the landscapers, and as he watched Manuel’s body glisten, Gregg nearly fell over when Manuel started to take off his shirt.  He couldn't believe his eyes or his luck.  The huge arm muscles flexed as Manuel pulled the sweat soaked tank top up and over his head, revealing a drop dead gorgeous chest with a great set of pecs, not to mention the beautiful brown nipples that would have fit perfectly in Gregg’s mouth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This erotic ebook is available at Amazon US (click Title Above), &lt;/strong&gt;Amazon UK, B&amp;N, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, 1Place for Romance, All Romance ebooks.  &lt;strong&gt;Coming soon to the six Apple iBookstores.  Available in Spanish at Amazon and B&amp;N.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-5934430815293537964?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Men-in-My-Backyard-ebook/dp/B004I437WW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1294849188&amp;sr=1-1' title='Men in My Backyard'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5934430815293537964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/men-in-my-backyard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/5934430815293537964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/5934430815293537964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/men-in-my-backyard.html' title='Men in My Backyard'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TS3WtWEzCmI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/B-ps0RTcA1A/s72-c/Men%2Bin%2BMy%2BBackyard-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-5013002740938767565</id><published>2011-01-07T13:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:04:00.941-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon pearce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Doctors Wilde - Romp in Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TSdjfzZuczI/AAAAAAAAAs4/FlLT6yUSnm4/s1600/Doctors%2BWilde-2-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TSdjfzZuczI/AAAAAAAAAs4/FlLT6yUSnm4/s320/Doctors%2BWilde-2-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559521663037371186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thirst for thrills and a mind for mischief lead Gary and Gordy to an uninhabited old castle where they are led through maze after maze and from the exotic to the erotic by an unseen inhabitant of the dark and dreary dwelling.  With fervor for the forbidden, the fun loving Doctors Wilde may have stumbled into the home of someone or something that did not appreciate their visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The narrow winding road that led to the old abandoned castle meandered its way through the trees which became denser and denser as the darkness of night quickly overshadowed the lightness of day.  “There it is, Gordy.”  Gordy could barely see the old stone castle that sat high upon a hill.  It certainly appeared to be abandoned.  “No one lives there, Gary?”  “We shall see, Gordy.  I’m sure that someone or something calls this dwelling home.  Tonight, however, they will have overnight guests.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very erotic film was beginning, and the two men stopped in mid gulp to watch it play out.  “Damn.  Hot stuff.”  “Uh, huh,” Gordy agreed.  As they watched two very well endowed actors go at it on the high definition screen, Gary and Gordy quickly became aroused.  “Since we’re all alone here, except for our invisible music man, I gotta let him out, Gordy.”  Gary unzipped his jeans and lowered them down over his butt.  Gordy’s head turned from side to side as he alternated between watching the hot guys on the screen do each other and watching Gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordy and Gary were soon mesmerized by the two lovers on the screen as they were doing each other in the sixty-nine position.  Gordy glanced over at Gary, who raised an eyebrow mischievously at his lover.  “Race you to the floor.”  Gary and Gordy were out of their jeans in a second and on the floor in the same position as the two guys on the screen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This fun adventure ebook is available at Amazon US (click Title Above), &lt;/strong&gt;Amazon UK, B&amp;N, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, 1Place for Romance, and All Romance ebooks.  &lt;strong&gt;Coming soon to the six Apple iBookstores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-5013002740938767565?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Doctors-Wilde-Romp-Rome-ebook/dp/B004HW7EKG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1294426899&amp;sr=1-1' title='Doctors Wilde - Romp in Rome'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5013002740938767565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/doctors-wilde-romp-in-rome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/5013002740938767565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/5013002740938767565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/doctors-wilde-romp-in-rome.html' title='Doctors Wilde - Romp in Rome'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TSdjfzZuczI/AAAAAAAAAs4/FlLT6yUSnm4/s72-c/Doctors%2BWilde-2-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-4847792113595264543</id><published>2011-01-06T12:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:22:47.448-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiple partners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>A Bear or Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TSYIV-f8j_I/AAAAAAAAAsY/ORWFVXFbycc/s1600/A%2BBear%2Bor%2BTwo-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TSYIV-f8j_I/AAAAAAAAAsY/ORWFVXFbycc/s320/A%2BBear%2Bor%2BTwo-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559139963682721778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a friend tells Jack about his favorite bar, Jack decides to go there alone to check it out.  Jack has told no one his secret, but he goes to bars for one thing only.  Jack has a thing for bears.  The hairier the bear, the more Jack wants him.  So far, Jack has been disappointed in the action at the local bars, with no bears in sight.  When Jack enters this new bar that he knows nothing about, it appears to be one of the worst, a dark and dangerous bar, but he orders a beer and decides to stay, for awhile anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was finished with his second beer and starting on a third when he decided to call it a night.  After canceling out his tab, he started to head for the door when the sight of a big hairy muscled bear entering the bar stopped him in his tracks.  Jack stumbled backward, landing on a bar stool, and from there he sat and watched the man.  What he was really watching was whether this bear had a mate with him tonight, not that it really mattered.  He would be Jack’s soon enough if Jack had his way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bud, you think this little man deserves the full treatment?”  So Bud was the bear’s name.  Bud looked at Jack.  “I think he does.  You want two bears?”  Jack just stood there and nodded.  His cock was doing the talking for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Name’s Bull,” the man said, as he walked over to Jack and pulled him toward one of the stalls.  “We’re doing it here?” Jack asked, surprised.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You expecting a five star hotel?”  “No.”  Jack’s fear was beginning to show and he desperately tried to hide it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This erotic ebook is available at Amazon, B&amp;N, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, All Romance ebooks, and coming soon to the Apple iBookstores.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Amazon US link, click on the Title Above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-4847792113595264543?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/A-Bear-or-Two-ebook/dp/B004HO66U8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1294337804&amp;sr=1-1' title='A Bear or Two'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4847792113595264543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/bear-or-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4847792113595264543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4847792113595264543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/bear-or-two.html' title='A Bear or Two'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TSYIV-f8j_I/AAAAAAAAAsY/ORWFVXFbycc/s72-c/A%2BBear%2Bor%2BTwo-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-4845254563588757209</id><published>2010-12-31T05:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T05:34:28.644-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Chat Room Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TR2_qNuDd4I/AAAAAAAAApo/sDTql02aJQo/s1600/Chat%2BRoom%2BCharlie-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TR2_qNuDd4I/AAAAAAAAApo/sDTql02aJQo/s320/Chat%2BRoom%2BCharlie-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556808247203297154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cold snap and life in a new city lead Tom to the Internet chat rooms.  He has never done this before, and only wants to find someone to talk to.  Tom has no plans to hook up with anyone, but there is one guy who seems so nice that Tom cannot resist, and he agrees to meet him.  Not knowing whether to expect a lover or a serial killer, Tom waits anxiously for the man who calls himself Chat Room Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom was just about to leave the chat room and call it a night when this certain someone sent him a private message.  Tom went back and talked with the man, whose code name was very familiar to him now, just shooting the breeze, but talking about nothing serious.  Then the chat room guy asked if the two of them could talk on the telephone.  “Sure,” Tom said, and the guy gave him his number.  The mystery man asked if Tom could call him at eleven that night and Tom agreed.  “Okay, sounds good,” Tom said.  Tom didn't have a clue what to expect.  He didn't have a picture to send to the guy, and the mystery man hadn’t offered to send Tom a picture of himself, either.  He almost wished he hadn’t agreed, but what was the harm in a telephone call?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the two of them got back to Tom’s place, it was almost three in the morning, but from what Tom had seen so far, Charlie had definitely been worth waiting up for.  Charlie parked his car, and under the streetlight the two men took a good look at each other.  Charlie was much, much better looking than Tom had ever expected.  He was taller than Tom, and absolutely gorgeous.  Charlie was definitely tall, dark, and handsome, the dream of every man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie had never had to back down before.  Charlie had always had the upper hand in his sexual encounters, and he would be damned if he was going to give that up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This erotic ebook is available at Amazon US (click Title Above),&lt;/strong&gt; Amazon UK, Barnes &amp; Noble, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, 1Place for Romance, All Romance ebooks.  &lt;strong&gt;Coming soon to the Apple iBookstores.&lt;/strong&gt;  Also in Spanish - &lt;strong&gt;"Sala de Chat Charlie"&lt;/strong&gt; - at Amazon and B&amp;N.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-4845254563588757209?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Chat-Room-Charlie-ebook/dp/B004HILXLQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1293794776&amp;sr=1-1' title='Chat Room Charlie'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4845254563588757209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/chat-room-charlie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4845254563588757209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4845254563588757209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/chat-room-charlie.html' title='Chat Room Charlie'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TR2_qNuDd4I/AAAAAAAAApo/sDTql02aJQo/s72-c/Chat%2BRoom%2BCharlie-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-4299517467350058753</id><published>2010-12-28T10:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:51:44.524-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crushes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon pearce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Legally Crushed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TRoVKTaD3DI/AAAAAAAAAoo/lG7x016HQbI/s1600/Legally%2BCrushed-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TRoVKTaD3DI/AAAAAAAAAoo/lG7x016HQbI/s320/Legally%2BCrushed-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555776357067381810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anton’s crush on Gage is no secret, but Anton is not Gage’s type.  Always offering to assist Gage in any way that he can, Anton follows Gage around the office like a little puppy.  After working late one night, Gage having desperately needed Anton’s assistance on a project, Gage takes his admirer out for a couple of drinks to show his appreciation.  From there, things take an unexpected turn, for Gage, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gage had stayed late at the office, as usual, as he prepared his case for the upcoming trial, the trial that was being haled as the trial of the century.  As he usually did, Gage had miscalculated his fellow attorney, Anton, big time when Anton had been nice enough to once again stay behind and help him.  Gage had thought that Anton had already gone home, but apparently he had not.  Gage had definitely needed the help on this case, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted that help to come from Anton.  Anton, however, always wanted to hang out with Gage.  His crush on Gage was no secret.  Anton was something else.  He was a geeky little guy who Gage wouldn’t describe as totally unattractive, but he definitely wasn’t Gage’s type.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he knew it, Gage had drunk enough to start feeling cock happy, just as he always did given the slightest amount of alcohol, and not meaning to, he found himself all over Anton.  It was shameless really, but Gage couldn’t help it.  For the first time, Gage thought that Anton was kind of cute with his little glasses and out-of-date clothes.  Gage soon found the man absolutely adorable.  Maybe he had discovered the real man inside of this geek, or maybe he was just drunk.  Gage wasn’t sure what had happened, but at the time he didn’t much care.  Gage began to flirt with Anton in the bar shamelessly.  Gage hanging all over Anton the way that he was doing now was Anton’s dream come true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This erotic romance ebooks is available at Amazon US (Click Title Above), &lt;/strong&gt;Amazon UK, B&amp;N, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, 1Place for Romance, All Romance ebooks, and &lt;strong&gt;coming soon to the Apple iBookstores&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available en espanol - "Legalmente Enamorado" - Amazon and Barnes &amp; Noble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-4299517467350058753?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Legally-Crushed-ebook/dp/B004HB22FE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1293554572&amp;sr=1-1' title='Legally Crushed'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4299517467350058753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/legally-crushed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4299517467350058753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4299517467350058753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/legally-crushed.html' title='Legally Crushed'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TRoVKTaD3DI/AAAAAAAAAoo/lG7x016HQbI/s72-c/Legally%2BCrushed-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-4512328798780093849</id><published>2010-12-26T05:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T05:12:39.637-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailors'/><title type='text'>Fleet Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TRcjCgf4v7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/X6_i3IRqbkM/s1600/Fleet%2BWeek-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TRcjCgf4v7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/X6_i3IRqbkM/s320/Fleet%2BWeek-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554947191375183794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Mike love sailors, and they look forward to Fleet Week all year long.  The fine specimens who call the sea their lady often find comfort in the arms of men once their ships have docked and their feet are on dry land.  This year, Sam and Mike are on the prowl again as they cruise the men in white who, just as they, are not looking for a long term commitment.  This is their week, the week seemingly reserved for Sam and Mike and their seafaring sex gods.  This is Fleet Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Fleet Week, the week when the Navy ships docked and the week when the entire city was filled with sailors looking for a good time.  Sam and his friend, Mike, were looking for a good time, too.  They loved hooking up with the men of the armed forces, be they foreign or domestic, and they especially loved the sailors.  These seafaring men who had not seen land in months were horny, hungry, and had the bodies that every man dreamed of having.  And, like Sam and Mike, these swords of the sea were not looking for anything serious.  This was the week that Sam and Mike looked forward to all year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Sam and Mike watched this year’s crop of sailors cruising the strip, they were both thinking about that time in Italy.  “Damn, those sailors were hung, Mike.”  “Sure were.  Don’t know if the guys in the porn theater were sailors, though.”  “Had to be, Mike.  They smelled wonderful, and the guys at the hotel were as clean as a whistle, inside and out, if you know what I mean.”  Mike grinned at his friend, and then quickly turned his attention back to the parade of man candy as it passed by the two of them on the busy street.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unusually warm today, unseasonably warm, and Mike and Sam decided to see what was happening in the park.  That was where it seemed that most of the men in uniform were headed.  There was a slight breeze, and the air was filled with cologne and just the right amount of lust, or so it seemed to Sam and Mike.  The two best friends had not gotten very far in the park when a couple of sailors approached them.  The man handed Sam a piece of paper that had only a heart drawn on it.  Sam looked at him.  The man smiled.  Then the man’s friend took Mike by the hand, and the other sailor man grabbed Sam’s hand.  Sam and Mike were quickly led to a secluded area and were once again in the arms of the men in white, those gorgeous hunks of the Navy.  The two delicious naval men began to kiss Sam and Mike, and Sam and Mike melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This very erotic story is available at Amazon US and UK, B&amp;N, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, 1Place for Romance, All Romance ebooks, and coming soon to the Apple iBookstores. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the Amazon US, click Title Above.  Also en espanol - Semana de la Flota - at Amazon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-4512328798780093849?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Fleet-Week-ebook/dp/B004H8GBGI/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1293361044&amp;sr=1-2' title='Fleet Week'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4512328798780093849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/fleet-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4512328798780093849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/4512328798780093849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/fleet-week.html' title='Fleet Week'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TRcjCgf4v7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/X6_i3IRqbkM/s72-c/Fleet%2BWeek-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-3725771004676031187</id><published>2010-12-16T11:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:03:11.953-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Now That's Customer Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TQpT2tJPoQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/4Q5Z3aIn46c/s1600/NowThatsCustomerService-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TQpT2tJPoQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/4Q5Z3aIn46c/s320/NowThatsCustomerService-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551341689983967490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas has never had a job assignment quite like this one.  Asked to critique the latest erotic novel by a world renowned author, Jonas’ boss has sent him out to find the author’s newly released bestseller, which Jonas quickly discovers is sold out everywhere.  While searching for the book in a local bookstore, a very helpful stockroom worker offers to take Jonas to the back room so that they can search the many boxes that have yet to be unpacked.  The unassuming Jonas soon discovers that the huge warehouse holds much more that is yet to be unpacked than just books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man smiled at Jonas.  “Are you okay?  You don’t have any books.  Did you find everything you were looking for?”  He smiled at Jonas.  “Is there something I can help you find?” he added. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The man had a dazzling smile and although it was completely unlike Jonas to react as he now did, he leaned closer to the sexy stranger.  “I, um, there’s that latest book that everyone is talking about.  I’m doing a critique on it for work.”  “I’m pretty sure we’re sold out, if it’s the book I think you’re referring to,” the man said, apologetically.  “I was told, and the salesman told me also, that some may come in next week.”  The entire time that Jonas was talking to the sexy worker, the musky smell of the man’s cologne was causing Jonas to get the hardest erection that he had had in quite some time, which he awkwardly tried to conceal.  “You know, I may be able to scrounge up one last copy in the storeroom in the back,” the man said, not missing the bulge that seemed to be growing inside Jonas’ pants.  He leaned closer to Jonas, and in his ear he whispered, “If you care to follow me to the back room, I would be more than happy to give it to you…if I have what you need.”  For a brief moment, Jonas wondered if the man was still referring to the book when he had offered to “give it to him.”  Just having this sexy stranger so close to him was enough to make Jonas cream.  Completely intoxicated by this man, Jonas nodded his head. “Okay.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This erotic story is available at Amazon US (click Title above), &lt;/strong&gt;Amazon UK, B&amp;N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, and coming soon to the Apple iBookstores.  En espanol - &lt;strong&gt;Ahora que de Servicio al Cliente &lt;/strong&gt;- Amazon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-3725771004676031187?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Now-Thats-Customer-Service-ebook/dp/B004GEASL2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1292522384&amp;sr=1-1' title='Now That&apos;s Customer Service'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3725771004676031187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-thats-customer-service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3725771004676031187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3725771004676031187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-thats-customer-service.html' title='Now That&apos;s Customer Service'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TQpT2tJPoQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/4Q5Z3aIn46c/s72-c/NowThatsCustomerService-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-3543588035281525888</id><published>2010-12-07T12:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T04:06:24.044-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay love'/><title type='text'>His for the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TP6BIqNpmKI/AAAAAAAAAi8/5ZLGaLAQuEk/s1600/His%2Bfor%2Bthe%2BHolidays-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TP6BIqNpmKI/AAAAAAAAAi8/5ZLGaLAQuEk/s320/His%2Bfor%2Bthe%2BHolidays-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548013776737507490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheridan loves this time of year, and this is the first year in as long as Sheridan can remember that he is not scheduled to work or be on-call on Christmas Day.  His plans for the day include skiing down the snowy slopes just outside of the city he loves and now calls home.  Being alone does not bother Sheridan.  He is much too busy with his career to invest much time in a relationship.  When a man from Sheridan’s past approaches him while he is taking a break in the ski lodge, Sheridan’s lone Christmas takes an unexpected turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his fellow former students began their careers under a mountain of debt, Sheridan was relatively unencumbered.  Being the newest member of his practice, Sheridan unfortunately had been scheduled to be on-call Christmas Eve, but at the stroke of midnight he would be free, and he had made plans to spend the day of Christmas on the slopes.  Sheridan had celebrated Christmas with his family at Thanksgiving when his sister could join them, so he had made plans to ski the entire day of Christmas alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a surprisingly quiet Christmas Eve with only a couple of calls from patients, Sheridan awoke early on Christmas Day, called his parents to wish them a Merry Christmas, put his skis in his SUV, and left the city for the snow covered mountains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slopes were perfect today, and from the ski lift the beauty of the mountains was breathtaking.  After a few hours on the slopes, Sheridan took a break and was drinking coffee and warming up by the fire in the ski lodge when he heard an unfamiliar voice call his name.  “Dr. Grey?”  Sheridan turned toward the sound of the man’s voice.  “Yes,” he said.  His eyes immediately grew big at the sight of his old friend.  “Nathan?”  Sheridan nearly knocked the man over in his rush to hug him.  Sheridan couldn’t believe it.  Nathan and Sheridan had had a whirlwind romance during their first year of medical school which had unfortunately been very short lived.  That was seven years ago, almost eight now, and Sheridan had not seen or heard from Nathan since.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This holiday story is available at Amazon US (click Title above), &lt;/strong&gt;Amazon UK, B&amp;N, Rainbow ebooks, Trapezium ebooks, Bookstrand, 1Place for Romance, All Romance, and all six (6) Apple iBookstores.  Also available in Spanish – Su para las Fiestas – Amazon.  &lt;strong&gt;For the latest Libros en Espanol as well as the latest books available in the six (6) Apple iBookstores, visit us at http://www.beautobeau.com, and click on the appropriate plaque.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-3543588035281525888?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/His-for-the-Holidays-ebook/dp/B004F9P962/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1291747315&amp;sr=1-2' title='His for the Holidays'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3543588035281525888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/his-for-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3543588035281525888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3543588035281525888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/his-for-holidays.html' title='His for the Holidays'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TP6BIqNpmKI/AAAAAAAAAi8/5ZLGaLAQuEk/s72-c/His%2Bfor%2Bthe%2BHolidays-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-3866177024277937468</id><published>2010-12-02T12:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:33:04.749-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BK Wright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay love'/><title type='text'>Maestro and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TPflk1vrKXI/AAAAAAAAAic/Og29aUTNCeA/s1600/Maestro%2Band%2BMe-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TPflk1vrKXI/AAAAAAAAAic/Og29aUTNCeA/s320/Maestro%2Band%2BMe-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546153887195146610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip of a lifetime is the much deserved reward for the men and women who have worked tirelessly to become the best for Maestro, but no one is more deserving of this reward than Stan Maynor, the young man who is adored by his maestro, and who Maestro has fine tuned to become the leader of his band, and perhaps much more.  This adoration by Kevin Mathews, or Maestro, is yet unknown to Stan, who is somewhat intimidated by the masterful maestro.  Stan is excited about this once in a lifetime vacation, but only because his plans include seeing his lover, a man who Stan believes is unknown to anyone, including Maestro.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling.  He jumped when his phone rang.  “Stan, is it true?  You’re going to be a star.”  “Not hardly, Marshall.  But now what are we going to do?  We had our trip planned months ago.”  “Yeah, I know.  How about this?  Tell Mr. Mathews that your family is going and that you would rather stay with them.”  Stan thought about that.  “That might work, Marshall.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan continued to lie on his bed, thinking it all through.  Maestro had been so good to him, and had treated him like a son for four years.  Stan hated to lie to him.  But he wouldn’t give up being with Marshall for anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door to Maestro’s office was closed, though not all the way.  Stan was just about to knock when he heard Mr. Mathews’ voice.  It sounded as if he was on the phone with someone, and he sounded upset.  “You know how hard I’ve worked for this.  You don’t care about what I want.  All you care about is yourself.  Well, I’m sick of your demands, Harry.”  This was a side of Maestro Mathews that Stan had never known.  He sounded angry, but he sounded hurt, too.  Who was Harry?  “I’ve put my career on the line for you, Harry.  You know as well as I do how hard it is out there for guys like us.”  Guys like us? Stan wondered what that meant.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin threw the covers back and sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only his underwear.  Stan’s glance at his crotch did not go unnoticed.  “You like what you see?”  “What?”  Kevin adjusted his erecting penis.  He carefully outlined it between his thumb and forefinger.  “You like what you see?”  With one sudden and unexpected movement, Kevin got onto the bed with Stan and took the bottle of liquor from him.  “You’re too young to drink.  Better leave drinking to the big boys.”  Kevin helped himself to a drink from Stan’s bottle, and then set the bottle down.  Kevin was hard and Stan tried desperately not to look, but he wanted him.  “Who is Marshall?”  Stan’s eyes were wide.  Should he lie?  He had kept his secret for so long that he didn’t know what to do.  Kevin refused to be put off.  “Is he your lover?”  “No,” Stan heard his words of betrayal loud and clear.  “Who is he, Stan?  He called a little while ago.”  “What did he want?” Stan dared to ask.  In his harsh whispered voice, Kevin continued.  “He wanted you to know that he called.”  “That’s all?”  “That’s all, Stan.  What is he to you?”  Kevin was not going to let this go.  “Does he fuck you?”  “No.  I haven’t….I mean….I have never.”  Stan felt like such a child right now.  “Does he want to fuck you?”  Stan looked at him.  “I don’t know,” he answered, honestly.  Kevin leaned up and kissed Stan hard again, as if he were trying to devour him.  He sucked Stan’s tongue into his mouth and then forced it back out.  He leaned back again and studied Stan’s eyes.  “Do you want to fuck him?”  “I…I never really thought about it.”  “Sure you did.  Do you want to fuck him?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This book of male love is available at Amazon US (click Title above), &lt;/strong&gt;Amazon UK, B&amp;N, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, All Romance ebooks, Trapezium ebooks.  &lt;strong&gt;Coming very soon to the Apple iBookstores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also available in print from Amazon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-3866177024277937468?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Maestro-and-Me-ebook/dp/B004EEPNS2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1291313838&amp;sr=1-1' title='Maestro and Me'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3866177024277937468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/maestro-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3866177024277937468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3866177024277937468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/maestro-and-me.html' title='Maestro and Me'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TPflk1vrKXI/AAAAAAAAAic/Og29aUTNCeA/s72-c/Maestro%2Band%2BMe-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-8094515963162760134</id><published>2010-12-01T12:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:48:57.982-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon pearce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>1st Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TPaYdnw0ldI/AAAAAAAAAiM/UzCNAiKK5hg/s1600/1st%2BDown-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TPaYdnw0ldI/AAAAAAAAAiM/UzCNAiKK5hg/s320/1st%2BDown-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545787625810728402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Travis is chosen as a first round draft pick to be a quarterback for the National Football League, he is thrilled, but as a gay man entering what is definitely considered a “manly man’s sport”, he is also very nervous.  Travis has kept his secret for many years, but his attraction to a man his rookie year is stronger than any attraction that he has ever had in the past.  With the team well on its way to the playoffs, the attraction grows ever stronger, and Travis wonders how much longer he can keep his secret a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis was good at “playing it straight.”  After all, he had had years of practice living this way and he had developed well the art of keeping his erotic thoughts of men to himself.  Travis was never without the company of girls at practice or shouts from admiring women fans, who would flock around the young quarterback because he was just so cute.  Travis would smile, but for the most part he ignored them.  &lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Once the shirt came off of Travis’ back, he was nothing but pure toned muscle from his shoulders down to his alluring bony hip curve that led to his washboard abdominals, lined by a trail of hair from his navel down to his crotch region.  Travis kept his dark brown hair short and neatly groomed, and with a pair of icy blue eyes that one was sure to remember forever, he was the perfect male for the NFL, particularly one of the so-called “franchise men”, those who could be seen regularly in television commercials, wooed by the many sponsors to showcase their brand during one or more of the prime spots of the NFL games.  &lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Travis began to hyperventilate as breaths began escaping and re-entering his mouth, quickly warming up the hand that covered his lips as he felt a moist body press against his back.  His erection still remained though, standing high and hard.  After a few moments, he began to feel a round, velvety something brushing against the flesh of his smooth, rounded butt.  It ran a tickling sensation across him, and Travis took a bite of his lip as he felt that bulbous tip sliding up and down his butt crack.  It was such a strangely arousing moment, but Travis quickly realized that it had only just begun when the hand gripping his shoulder forced Travis to turn and face him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ebook available at Amazon US (click Title above), &lt;/strong&gt;Amazon UK, B&amp;N, Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, Trapezium ebooks, All Romance ebooks. &lt;strong&gt;Coming soon to the iBookstores.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Also en espanol - "Primera Oportunidad" - Amazon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-8094515963162760134?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/1st-Down-ebook/dp/B004EBTFF2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1291228993&amp;sr=1-1' title='1st Down'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8094515963162760134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8094515963162760134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8094515963162760134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-down.html' title='1st Down'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TPaYdnw0ldI/AAAAAAAAAiM/UzCNAiKK5hg/s72-c/1st%2BDown-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-5783250563927681686</id><published>2010-12-01T05:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T05:12:15.521-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shannon pearce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay love'/><title type='text'>How I Met Mr. Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TPYtJnBWgnI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KqVKck_DKmM/s1600/How%2BI%2BMet%2BMr.%2BRight-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TPYtJnBWgnI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KqVKck_DKmM/s320/How%2BI%2BMet%2BMr.%2BRight-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545669634270069362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is in a constant search to find the man of his dreams, expecting to find instant love.  Again and again, he hurries to tell his best friend all about his new love, the man he has just met and the man he is certain that he is meant to be with forever, and again and again, his best friend is there to pick up the pieces when the man of James’ dreams breaks his heart.  Trying to convince James that love takes time is something that his best friend is beginning to find exhausting, but as his best friend he goes along with James in his numerous and sometimes ridiculous schemes as he continues his search for Mr. Right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royce knew what James was like, though.  Instant love was what he was looking for, and the chances of finding it here or anywhere for that matter were pretty remote.  He hadn’t even approached this man yet and already he was hearing wedding bells.  Would James never learn?  Royce felt yet again the strange pangs that twisted his stomach whenever his best friend latched onto a new man.  He couldn’t explain the feeling, or even identify it, but it happened every time. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The two of them had been friends forever.  They had grown up together, had explored their awakening sexuality with each other and knew they were both gay without ever having to examine their feelings or agonize over coming out.  Almost identical in age, they told each other everything, and yet they were as different as two people could possibly be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James took a deep breath.  "This is it.  I’m gonna ask him to dance," he said, making up his mind and heading toward the object of his admiration.  Royce sighed and turned to watch, hoping for success, but expecting the usual rejection and subsequent heartache that he had nursed his friend through so many times before.&lt;br /&gt;James approached the man of his dreams with ebbing confidence.  It had seemed like a good idea to ask him to dance when he was in the safety of Royce’s company, but as he got closer his doubts surfaced.  But it was too late now to back down.  "Hi," he said, trying to sound bright.  "I’m James."  He held out his hand in greeting, and the man took it tentatively.  "Robert," he said, disinterestedly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available at Amazon US, UK,&lt;/strong&gt; B&amp;N, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, All Romance ebooks.  For the Amazon US link, click Title above.  Also en espanol - &lt;strong&gt;Cómo Conocí a Mr. Right&lt;/strong&gt; - Amazon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-5783250563927681686?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/How-Met-Mr-Right-ebook/dp/B004DUN1ZO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1291201702&amp;sr=1-1' title='How I Met Mr. Right'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5783250563927681686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-i-met-mr-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/5783250563927681686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/5783250563927681686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-i-met-mr-right.html' title='How I Met Mr. Right'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TPYtJnBWgnI/AAAAAAAAAh8/KqVKck_DKmM/s72-c/How%2BI%2BMet%2BMr.%2BRight-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-7902794104565446260</id><published>2010-11-24T04:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T04:41:09.911-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdsm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Some Like It Rough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TOzroLpVw2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/6HHK09MoqdM/s1600/Some%2BLike%2BIt%2BRough-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TOzroLpVw2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/6HHK09MoqdM/s320/Some%2BLike%2BIt%2BRough-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543064316939715426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Erotically Charged Short Stories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories included in: Some Like It Rough&lt;br /&gt;1. Sex Buddies&lt;br /&gt;2. Rough Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Like It Rough #1:  Sex Buddies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and his buddy get together for just one reason – sex, hot sex, with a bit or more of rough.  Mitch now has a roommate, so his midnight trysts become a little more difficult to plan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Like It Rough #2:  Rough Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will has always wanted Mory, but Mory has never been with a man, or so Will thinks.  If given the chance to be with his friend, Will will do whatever Mory wants him to do.  Mory wants it rough, and he wants it rougher than Will has ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available at Amazon US, UK, Barnes &amp; Noble, and coming soon the six Apple iBookstores.  &lt;strong&gt;Click title for Amazon US link.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En espanol: Sexo Bruto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las historias incluidas en: Sexo Bruto&lt;br /&gt;1. Sexo Amigos&lt;br /&gt;2. Áspero amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexo Bruto # 1: Sexo Amigos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch y su amigo se reúnen por una sola razón - sexo, sexo caliente, con un poco o más de diamantes en bruto. Mitch tiene ahora un compañero de piso, por lo que su medianoche citas vuelto un poco más difícil de planificar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexo Bruto # 2: El amor en bruto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será siempre ha querido Mory, pero Mory nunca ha estado con un hombre, o eso piensa Voluntad. Si se les da la oportunidad de estar con su amigo, ¿Se hará lo que sea Mory quiere que haga. Mory que quiere en bruto, y quiere que más áspero que Will ha imaginado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-7902794104565446260?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Some-Like-It-Rough-ebook/dp/B004DCB8G6/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1290595060&amp;sr=1-3' title='Some Like It Rough'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7902794104565446260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-like-it-rough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/7902794104565446260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/7902794104565446260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-like-it-rough.html' title='Some Like It Rough'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TOzroLpVw2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/6HHK09MoqdM/s72-c/Some%2BLike%2BIt%2BRough-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-9114044852913135203</id><published>2010-11-15T03:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T03:49:48.586-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay love'/><title type='text'>A Grand Illusion - in print</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TOECC6Hke9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/0R0hVWk_aUM/s1600/A%2BGrand%2BIllusion-print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TOECC6Hke9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/0R0hVWk_aUM/s320/A%2BGrand%2BIllusion-print.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539711265626422226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New to New York City and unaccustomed to Western culture, Adam is surprised to find that his roommate is openly gay, and he is even more surprised at how freely and eagerly he flaunts his sexual escapades.  With only one small room separating the two roommates, Adam has a season ticket to the very erotic nightly entertainment that his roommate and lover provide.  Adam's roommate introduces him to several eligible bachelors, but Adam has little interest in the men who find him more than a little attractive.  Adam's roommate thinks nothing of Adam's reluctance to date, owing his hesitation to the hard work required of medical school at Columbia University and also to cultural differences, until he discovers the true reason for Adam’s reluctance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam hadn’t realized that he had fallen asleep until he was awakened to what sounded like grunting noises coming from Smitty’s room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Give me that tight little ass of yours.  You know you want it.”  “Uh,” Smitty grunted.  “That’s it, baby.  Get ready for my hard, thick cock.  Fuck it, baby.”  “Shit, Joe.  I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow.”  Joe pushed all the way in and started pumping Smitty’s cock at the same time.  “No, baby.  I am coming tonight.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe’s somewhat sinister laugh made Adam sit up in his bed.  Is Smitty being raped?  The grunts continued and so did the very explicitly sexual talk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam heard more kissing and more words of two people who were obviously in love.  &lt;br /&gt;When the alarm sounded in Smitty’s room, Adam sat straight up in his bed, dazed.  His heart was beating so fast that he had a hard time catching his breath.  Once the buzzing noise stopped, Adam realized that it was Joe’s alarm.  Adam could barely hear the kissing over his own loud heartbeat, but he heard Joe tell Smitty that he loved him and then he heard the door open and close.  Adam looked down at his nightshirt.  It was soaked.  “I’m sweating,” he said, louder than he had planned.  But I feel so very cold.  Adam lay back down and pulled the blanket over him.  His heart beat even faster when he lay down, so he sat up again.  He felt dizzy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smitty could hear the water of Adam’s shower and wished that it would stop.  He looked at the clock.  He didn’t have to get up for at least another three hours.  The water stopped, but Adam then turned the light on in his room.  “Oh, man,” Smitty groaned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smitty forced himself to get out of bed, and he stumbled toward Adam’s room.  He was going to quietly close Adam’s door when he noticed Adam sitting on his bed, the blanket wrapped tightly around him, and he was shivering.  “You okay, man?”  Adam looked up.  His eyes looked glazed.  Smitty was not a doctor, yet, but he had spent enough time with his friend, Brighton, to know that Adam was not well.  Hell, he could have seen that without any medical exposure.  “I’m okay.”  “I don’t think so, man.  You’re shivering and sweating at the same time.  That’s not a sign of okay, my friend.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now available in print from Amazon.&lt;/strong&gt;  Click on the Title above, or from the Beau to Beau website, under &lt;strong&gt;Books in Print&lt;/strong&gt;, click on the Amazon button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also available as ebook, listed under &lt;strong&gt;Literature&lt;/strong&gt; on the Beau to Beau website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-9114044852913135203?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Grand-Illusion-B-K-Wright/dp/1456327429/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1289814198&amp;sr=1-2' title='A Grand Illusion - in print'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9114044852913135203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/grand-illusion-in-print.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/9114044852913135203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/9114044852913135203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/grand-illusion-in-print.html' title='A Grand Illusion - in print'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TOECC6Hke9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/0R0hVWk_aUM/s72-c/A%2BGrand%2BIllusion-print.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-7201381069311123079</id><published>2010-11-10T03:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T03:44:07.968-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>His One True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TNppLygCbzI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Xt4t5_OPgMY/s1600/somethingnew.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 41px; height: 27px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TNppLygCbzI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Xt4t5_OPgMY/s320/somethingnew.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537854343061073714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TNpouPWAcnI/AAAAAAAAAfs/HivM9Fi1BCU/s1600/His%2BOne%2BTrue%2BLove-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TNpouPWAcnI/AAAAAAAAAfs/HivM9Fi1BCU/s320/His%2BOne%2BTrue%2BLove-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537853835407553138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two friends, confidantes, and medical students were becoming inseparable once again, having lost touch somewhat when one of them had married.  Montgomery promised himself that he would keep Stephan at arm’s length, but being so close to him every day and most nights was beginning to wear down his defenses.  He found it difficult to concentrate on anything, except Stephan.  When he was near Stephan, he fantasized about the two of them, and when he and Stephan were apart, Montgomery dreamed about him.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montgomery had given up all hope of having the nerve to tell Stephan how much he loved him.  He was certain to lose his cherished friendship if he did.  Perhaps Stephan’s marriage had been a blessing in disguise.  Now the two of them wouldn’t be constantly thrown together as a matter of course.  However, Stephan’s marriage did not change how Montgomery felt about him.  If anything, his obsession of Stephan grew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of them were now beginning their third year of medical school, the year of clinical rotations, and Montgomery began to see Stephan as much as he did in college.  Their rotations were always in sync.  Whenever Montgomery saw Stephan’s wedding band, he thought of his wife’s legs hooked around his beautiful Stephan’s firm and delicious ass.  Montgomery had tried girls, too, but his thoughts had always come back to Stephan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This erotic romance is available at Amazon US (click title above), &lt;/strong&gt;Amazon UK, B&amp;N, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, All Romance ebooks.  Available soon in all six of the Apple iBookstores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also available en espanol - "Su Uno Verdadero Amor" - from Amazon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-7201381069311123079?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/His-One-True-Love-ebook/dp/B004BA5F14/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1289381284&amp;sr=1-1' title='His One True Love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7201381069311123079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/his-one-true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/7201381069311123079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/7201381069311123079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/his-one-true-love.html' title='His One True Love'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TNppLygCbzI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Xt4t5_OPgMY/s72-c/somethingnew.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-8377761989776963164</id><published>2010-11-03T04:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T04:57:31.931-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious themes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay love'/><title type='text'>A Grand Illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TNEx7xv6rPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/tNqgzJsGE2A/s1600/A+Grand+Illusion-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TNEx7xv6rPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/tNqgzJsGE2A/s320/A+Grand+Illusion-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535260320051408114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New to New York City and unaccustomed to Western culture, Adam is surprised to find that his roommate is openly gay, and he is even more surprised at how freely and eagerly he flaunts his sexual escapades.  With only one small room separating the two roommates, Adam has a season ticket to the very erotic nightly entertainment that his roommate and lover provide.  Adam's roommate introduces him to several eligible bachelors, but Adam has little interest in the men who find him more than a little attractive.  Adam's roommate thinks nothing of Adam's reluctance to date, owing his hesitation to the hard work required of medical school at Columbia University and also to cultural differences, until he discovers the true reason for Adam’s reluctance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam hadn’t realized that he had fallen asleep until he was awakened to what sounded like grunting noises coming from Smitty’s room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Give me that tight little ass of yours.  You know you want it.”  “Uh,” Smitty grunted.  “That’s it, baby.  Get ready for my hard, thick cock.  Fuck it, baby.”  “Shit, Joe.  I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow.”  Joe pushed all the way in and started pumping Smitty’s cock at the same time.  “No, baby.  I am coming tonight.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe’s somewhat sinister laugh made Adam sit up in his bed.  Is Smitty being raped?  The grunts continued and so did the very explicitly sexual talk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam heard more kissing and more words of two people who were obviously in love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the alarm sounded in Smitty’s room, Adam sat straight up in his bed, dazed.  His heart was beating so fast that he had a hard time catching his breath.  Once the buzzing noise stopped, Adam realized that it was Joe’s alarm.  Adam could barely hear the kissing over his own loud heartbeat, but he heard Joe tell Smitty that he loved him and then he heard the door open and close.  Adam looked down at his nightshirt.  It was soaked.  “I’m sweating,” he said, louder than he had planned.  But I feel so very cold.  Adam lay back down and pulled the blanket over him.  His heart beat even faster when he lay down, so he sat up again.  He felt dizzy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smitty could hear the water of Adam’s shower and wished that it would stop.  He looked at the clock.  He didn’t have to get up for at least another three hours.  The water stopped, but Adam then turned the light on in his room.  “Oh, man,” Smitty groaned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smitty forced himself to get out of bed, and he stumbled toward Adam’s room.  He was going to quietly close Adam’s door when he noticed Adam sitting on his bed, the blanket wrapped tightly around him, and he was shivering.  “You okay, man?”  Adam looked up.  His eyes looked glazed.  Smitty was not a doctor, yet, but he had spent enough time with his friend, Brighton, to know that Adam was not well.  Hell, he could have seen that without any medical exposure.  “I’m okay.”  “I don’t think so, man.  You’re shivering and sweating at the same time.  That’s not a sign of okay, my friend.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love story of two men from two very opposing cultures is written with sincerity, and although this is a work of fiction, it contains real themes that predominate the ideology that is Islam.  Regardless of the higher power in which you may place your faith, or if the path of your choosing includes no higher power, it is my hope that you find this fictional story of love both thought provoking and uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available at Amazon US (click Title above), &lt;/strong&gt;Amazon UK, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, Barnes &amp; Noble, and soon in the Apple iBookstores.  &lt;strong&gt;Print book will be available soon from Amazon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-8377761989776963164?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/A-Grand-Illusion-ebook/dp/B004AE3J5A/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1288777785&amp;sr=1-7' title='A Grand Illusion'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8377761989776963164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/grand-illusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8377761989776963164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8377761989776963164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/grand-illusion.html' title='A Grand Illusion'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TNEx7xv6rPI/AAAAAAAAAfc/tNqgzJsGE2A/s72-c/A+Grand+Illusion-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-2481894831967613138</id><published>2010-11-01T09:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T09:26:13.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B.J. Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TM7N58G7L5I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Lj6nQG3V-yE/s1600/Balls-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TM7N58G7L5I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Lj6nQG3V-yE/s320/Balls-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534587387356327826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always fascinated with oral sex, Mike watches gay porn whenever he gets the chance.  His fascination increases with every passing year and with every new gay porn scene that he finds.  He knows that, given the chance, he would give it just the way he would want it given to him.  Mike doesn’t really expect to get the chance to live out his fantasy, but if he ever does, the man on the receiving end will not be disappointed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck put a beer to his mouth, turned up his head, and emptied the bottle.  He then got up, pulled down his pants and began caressing his cock.  It must have been about seven or eight inches.  He just stood there stroking it, and Mike never took his eyes off of it.  “Come here, Mike.  You and I are a perfect match.  You want to give head, and I want to get head.  Just watch those teeth.”  Chuck laughed at his own joke, but Mike wasn’t laughing.  He was serious.  “How do you want to do this?  Me standing or sitting?” Chuck asked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mike was still getting over the shock of his friend’s suggestion.  “I don't know, how about sitting first?” he finally said.  “First?  You planning on giving me more than one blow job today?” Chuck asked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This erotic story is available at Amazon US (click title above), &lt;/strong&gt;Amazon UK, Trapezium ebooks, B&amp;N.  Soon in the Apple iBookstores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-2481894831967613138?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Balls-ebook/dp/B004A157GC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1288621407&amp;sr=1-1' title='Balls'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2481894831967613138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/balls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2481894831967613138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2481894831967613138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/balls.html' title='Balls'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TM7N58G7L5I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Lj6nQG3V-yE/s72-c/Balls-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-8019715187698872345</id><published>2010-10-28T05:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T05:05:50.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Beware the HitchHiker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TMlK6ZpoOeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/EIDi897y3LM/s1600/Beware+the+HitchHiker-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TMlK6ZpoOeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/EIDi897y3LM/s320/Beware+the+HitchHiker-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533035984379722210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake is getting tired of driving as much as he does, but it’s a living, and not a bad living at that.  To kill the boredom of the highways, Jake finds other ways to entertain himself while driving, if you know what I mean.  He gets comfortable, very comfortable, behind the wheel.  Jake is a thrill seeker in every way, a seeker of dangerous thrills.  There is one thrill that Jake especially enjoys.  He likes to pick up hitchhikers.  He does this for two reasons.  Picking up a hitchhiker breaks the monotony of driving alone, and also, and more importantly, Jake has had the best sex of his life with the strangers that he has picked up.  Maybe it’s the thrill of a new man, or maybe it’s the thrill itself, but Jake simply cannot resist a hitchhiker.  The hitchhiker that Jake picks up on this trip takes him to a whole new level of thrills.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Jake was well into his personal enjoyment when he noticed a hitchhiker on the side of the road, just standing there in the rain.  He was soaking wet and had to have been cold.  That was one other thing that Jake could not resist, picking up hitchhikers.  He had picked up many hitchhikers, so many in fact that he was sure he had more than one life.  Any one of them could have been a cold blooded killer.  But Jake couldn’t resist a new man, either.  Call it dumb luck, or getting it good, Jake had had some of the best sex of his life with hitchhikers.  This guy standing on the side of the road was cute, too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This erotic story is available at Amazon US &amp; UK (click Title for Amazon US link), Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, Trapezium ebooks, Barnes &amp; Noble, All Romance.  Available next week in the Apple iBookstores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-8019715187698872345?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Beware-HitchHiker-Beau-Erotica-ebook/dp/B0049H96PU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1288259303&amp;sr=1-1' title='Beware the HitchHiker'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8019715187698872345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/beware-hitchhiker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8019715187698872345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8019715187698872345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/beware-hitchhiker.html' title='Beware the HitchHiker'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TMlK6ZpoOeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/EIDi897y3LM/s72-c/Beware+the+HitchHiker-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-3449525291935721816</id><published>2010-10-22T04:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T04:13:16.075-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Fire Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TMFVpOe98fI/AAAAAAAAAek/hsiylwugWLk/s1600/Fire+Storm-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TMFVpOe98fI/AAAAAAAAAek/hsiylwugWLk/s320/Fire+Storm-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530795984138662386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary watches the man next door from his bedroom window.  The man is gorgeous, sexy, and he is a fireman.  The thoughts that Gary has about the man are wild, erotic, and hot.  If he ever has the man to himself, if only for one night, Gary knows that it will take an entire squad of firemen to fan the flames of desire.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Gary lay back on his bed and began to stroke his eight inch cock.  The very thought of his neighbor fireman shirtless, his nipples wet with sweat, pushing his mower had gotten Gary so excited that pre-cum was now flowing freely from the slit of his cock.  He laid his head back and gave in to his urges, completely unaware of the show that he was putting on for the neighborhood.  No one could see him up there, not even the fireman, unfortunately.  The sound of the doorbell brought him back to reality and he quickly zipped up and made his way downstairs to answer the door.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This erotic story is available at Amazon US and UK (click title above for US);&lt;/strong&gt; also Rainbow ebooks, Bookstrand, 1 Place for Romance, All Romance ebooks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-3449525291935721816?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Fire-Storm-Erotic-Romance-ebook/dp/B00486UDHC/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1287738649&amp;sr=1-3' title='Fire Storm'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3449525291935721816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/fire-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3449525291935721816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/3449525291935721816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/fire-storm.html' title='Fire Storm'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TMFVpOe98fI/AAAAAAAAAek/hsiylwugWLk/s72-c/Fire+Storm-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-8321029667758418811</id><published>2010-10-12T04:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T04:10:30.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay cowboys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cowboys'/><title type='text'>Barnes and Noble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TLQlp9Zi4pI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qrXhJt4mh6E/s1600/Branding+Dylan+cover-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TLQlp9Zi4pI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qrXhJt4mh6E/s320/Branding+Dylan+cover-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527084045477012114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many of the Beau to Beau books are now available at Barnes and Noble as ebooks. &lt;/strong&gt; Links have been added to the book pages on the Beau to Beau website, http://www.beautobeau.com.  Look for more books coming soon to Barnes and Noble from Beau to Beau Books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Branding Dylan (Cowboy Coarse) is now at B&amp;N.  Click on the title above for the direct link.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-8321029667758418811?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://search.barnesandnoble.com/books/product.aspx?ean=2940011826603' title='Barnes and Noble'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8321029667758418811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/barnes-and-noble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8321029667758418811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8321029667758418811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/barnes-and-noble.html' title='Barnes and Noble'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TLQlp9Zi4pI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qrXhJt4mh6E/s72-c/Branding+Dylan+cover-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-2043289821873713266</id><published>2010-09-30T05:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T05:10:07.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery/suspense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><title type='text'>Chosen by B.K. Wright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TKRh-AoXjBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/g4ht0M_uLDA/s1600/Chosen-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TKRh-AoXjBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/g4ht0M_uLDA/s320/Chosen-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522646761012169746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the close friend of Martin and Jeff fails to arrive on his scheduled flight, they learn that he had mysteriously disappeared on the Eve of All Hallows.  Martin has not returned to his small hometown, the town where his and Jeff’s friend had lived, for over fifteen years.  After discovering a pattern of very similar mysterious deaths which have coincidentally or perhaps conveniently occurred over the past several years in his small hometown, and all on Halloween night, Martin decides that this is the year to pay a visit to the town of his birth.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have happened in any small town, and in every small town there are secrets, secrets which must be kept from those who are not a part of the town, those who are considered to be outsiders.  Martin could have come from any small town, and Martin was certain that he had known everything that there was to know about the sleepy little town that he had called home during his growing up years, but there was something very strange and very unsettling going on there now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the inhabitants of the little town of Martin’s birth, the Eve of All Hallows meant so much more than a good time.  While the children dressed in costumes and went merrily about their way in their hunt for candy to fill their Trick-or-Treat bags, the adults of the town quietly held a secret vigil or something similar to one, in the hope that one or all of their loved ones who had passed before them would return to them, if only for one night.  But Martin was now convinced that there was much more involved in these very secretive meetings than a simple vigil.  If one were to research the archives of the local newspaper, one would discover that in the last few years someone had mysteriously disappeared from the town of Marysville on All Hallows Eve, and that someone had seemed to fit a somewhat specific profile.  The person was always male, always well educated which was in stark contrast to the majority of the permanent residents of the town, and the person had somehow let it slip that he had suspected that there was something a bit too odd about the small town.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one from Marysville had told Martin directly about his friend’s untimely and mysterious demise this year on All Hallows Eve, nor had anyone planned to tell him.  Ken Atherby had been planning to travel to Chicago for Fall Break which was always conveniently scheduled for the first week of November, immediately following All Hallows Eve, and when Ken had failed to arrive on his scheduled flight, Martin had decided that this was one mysterious death that he could not dismiss.  This time, it was personal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff looked around as they walked into the small community hospital.  “May I help you?” the greeter asked.  Martin flashed his badge at the woman.  Martin was a detective as well as an attorney, and he had used his badge on more than one occasion to get noticed.  Martin knew that the flashing of a badge was such an oddity in Marysville that the woman would not have time to notice its Chicago origin.  Martin put his badge away, having achieved his intended goal of getting the woman to talk.  “We would like some information on a homicide.  I understand this is where the autopsy was performed.”  The woman had heard of no such homicide.  “You must be mistaken, sir.  We have had no homicides in Marysville for as long as I can remember.  Our last autopsy was performed on the body of a man who died of natural causes.”  Martin had not asked for nearly the amount of information that the woman was providing, but he knew that she would provide it.  Jeff was amazed.  If only things were this easy in Chicago.  “Natural causes, you say?” Martin asked the talkative woman.  “Yes, sir.  It was so sad.  Ken was the nicest guy, and a great teacher.”  “A teacher was he?”  “Yes, he was.  The accident occurred on Halloween.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This ebook is available at Amazon US (click Title above), Amazon UK, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-2043289821873713266?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Chosen-Beau-Mystery-Suspense-ebook/dp/B0044KMP2I/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1285841239&amp;sr=1-1-spell' title='Chosen by B.K. 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Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TKRh-AoXjBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/g4ht0M_uLDA/s72-c/Chosen-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-1602339994757685647</id><published>2010-09-28T04:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T04:35:22.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='explicit sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Leather World by B.J. Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TKG2WIkoOkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3w0CsrLNrew/s1600/Leather+World-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TKG2WIkoOkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3w0CsrLNrew/s320/Leather+World-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521895109507430978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The young man does not look at anyone when he enters the bar, but he is immediately noticed.  Thad waits and watches the young man before making his move.  When Thad decides it is time, he takes the young man back to his place and introduces him to his world, Thad’s world, the world of leather sex.  Thad knows this world is new to the young man.  Thad knows a first-timer when he sees one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man walked uneasily about the bar, almost staring at the men who were all dressed in leather pants, in their chaps and harnesses.  The young man’s eyes were wide, and Thad could almost sense the throbbing in the young man’s groin at the exciting new world that he was discovering for the very first time.  Thad, seated at the bar, swiveled his chair around so that he would not miss even one second of the young man’s discoveries.  Adding to the young man’s innocence, he found a table in the back, in a corner, not knowing that this would lead him even deeper into the world of the unknown to him.  He ordered a drink, looking down into the glass.  He thought that no one had noticed him, when, in fact, all eyes had quickly been upon him.  Thad wanted to go and meet the young man, but that could wait.  There was time for that.  Let the young man drink a few, and then introduce him to your world, Thad told himself.  Very soon Thad would introduce this sweet young man to his world, the world of leather.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man, still seated in the corner, did not notice Thad until his bulge was in plain sight as he stood next to the young man.  Thad stood beside the man, towering over him.  Thad looked down into the young man’s eyes and placed his hands firmly on his own groin, pulling himself forward so that now his full bulge was directly in the young man’s face.  "You like the look of this, young man?" Thad whispered to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, y, yes, sir, I do!" he answered, too politely, but hesitantly, having trouble getting the words to come out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An erotic short story available at Amazon US and UK, Bookstrand, All Romance, Rainbow ebooks.  &lt;strong&gt;Click on Title Above for ebook in Amazon US store.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also in Spanish, Cuero Mundial, at Amazon US and UK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-1602339994757685647?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Leather-World-Beau-Erotica-ebook/dp/B0044R9DNA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1285665917&amp;sr=1-1' title='Leather World by B.J. 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Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TKG2WIkoOkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3w0CsrLNrew/s72-c/Leather+World-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-8730089456736890335</id><published>2010-09-20T07:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T07:05:04.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay love'/><title type='text'>Every Weekend, by Shannon Pearce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TJdN6m_hEJI/AAAAAAAAAco/bWovUGD77c8/s1600/Every+Weekend-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TJdN6m_hEJI/AAAAAAAAAco/bWovUGD77c8/s320/Every+Weekend-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518965537660539026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson and his lover have been meeting every weekend for as long as the two of them can remember.  During the week, each of them lives with a significant other in what they refer to as the real world, a world which seemed to have chosen them, or perhaps they did choose these real world lives long ago, not knowing the reality of their choosing.  During the week, Anderson and his lover each play the part which is expected of him, but the weekends are theirs and theirs alone.  Every weekend, their time together is fleeting, and the promise of a life together is, as of yet, unspoken.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special knock on the door made Anderson’s heart skip a beat in the anticipation of seeing his lover who was waiting with equal anticipation on the other side of the closed door.  Anderson opened the door to his lover, as he did every Saturday night, to find him waiting for him.  Anderson motioned for his lover to come in, and then he quickly shut the door behind him.  Sebastian threw his arms around Anderson.  “The champagne is chilling,” Anderson whispered.  He kissed Sebastian, and Sebastian unbuttoned the top two buttons of Anderson’s shirt.  Sebastian kissed Anderson’s neck and he then kissed downward to Anderson’s chest where the hair became a thick mass of black curls.  Sebastian looked up at Anderson’s face.  “Champagne?”  “Yes,” Anderson whispered again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two lovers walked hand in hand to where the champagne was chilling on a well prepared table next to a small bowel of strawberries.  Anderson picked up a strawberry and fed it to his lover.  Sebastian licked the tip of the strawberry and then very sensuously sucked the strawberry into his mouth, kissing the fingers of his lover when they met his lips.  Sebastian then offered a strawberry to his lover, which was taken by his lover’s tongue and eased gently into the warmth of his lover’s mouth.  Anderson kissed the lips of his lover.  He then picked up the bottle of champagne, and gave the bowel of strawberries to his lover.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson was in a deep sleep when the pounding finally woke him.  He sat up in bed.  I thought that pounding was in my head, he said to himself.  Anderson pulled on his pajama bottoms and shuffled to the door.  He opened it as far as the chain latch would allow.  “Sebastian,” he said, and quickly opened the door.  “Am I still welcome anytime?”  “That is what I said, and that is most assuredly what I meant.  Make yourself at home.  I just need to get a shirt.”  “Mmm, I think you look fine,” Sebastian told him, and patted Anderson’s butt.  Anderson laughed, and hurried to get a shirt.  “What time is it?” Anderson asked.  “It is three in the morning.  I hope that it is okay that I have come here at this hour.”  &lt;br /&gt;Anderson made himself comfortable on the sofa on Sebastian’s lap.  He pushed Sebastian’s hair back and kissed his forehead.  “Of course it is.  But why did you come here?  What will Masur say?”  “I will not be going back to Masur, Anderson.  I cannot continue to play his game.  He is cheating on me, Anderson.  I don’t know where he goes on the weekends or who he is with, but I hate it, the secrecy and the lies.”  Anderson leaned in and kissed Sebastian on his lips.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was now five in the morning on Saturday, and once again Anderson’s hope of having Sebastian all to himself was high, perhaps higher this week than in weeks past because of his own newfound freedom as well as Sebastian’s latest declaration.  In weeks past, Sebastian had made no mention of leaving Masur for good, but tonight he had not only mentioned leaving Masur, tonight he had stated his intention with great surety.  Twirling the buttons on Sebastian’s shirt, Anderson asked, “Where did Masur say that he was going this weekend?”  Sebastian kissed Anderson on the top of his head.  “He said the same thing that he says every week.  He told me that he was visiting his mother and sister in Connecticut.”  “And you know this to be a lie?”  “Yes, Anderson, I do.  I found something last week in his luggage.”  “What did you find?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Available at Beau to Beau Books (click title above), also Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, Amazon US and UK, All Romance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-8730089456736890335?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.beautobeau.com/EveryWeekend.html' title='Every Weekend, by Shannon Pearce'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8730089456736890335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/every-weekend-by-shannon-pearce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8730089456736890335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8730089456736890335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/every-weekend-by-shannon-pearce.html' title='Every Weekend, by Shannon Pearce'/><author><name>S. 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The latest books to join the many others are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaching the Teacher&lt;br /&gt;My Man&lt;br /&gt;Worth Waiting For&lt;br /&gt;Just You and I&lt;br /&gt;Carnival&lt;br /&gt;Erotic Caress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see an example of one of these books in the &lt;strong&gt;Apple iBookstores&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;click the Title above &lt;/strong&gt;to be directed to the book page for &lt;strong&gt;My Man&lt;/strong&gt;.  Then, &lt;strong&gt;click on the Apple symbol(s)&lt;/strong&gt; for the country of your choosing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-6583475976577451544?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.beautobeau.com/My%20Man.html' title='More Beau to Beau books in the Apple iBookstores'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6583475976577451544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-beau-to-beau-books-in-apple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/6583475976577451544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/6583475976577451544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-beau-to-beau-books-in-apple.html' title='More Beau to Beau books in the Apple iBookstores'/><author><name>S. 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Click on the &lt;strong&gt;Title Above &lt;/strong&gt;to be directed to Amazon, or browse the Beau to Beau website, &lt;strong&gt;http://www.beautobeau.com&lt;/strong&gt;, for more wonderful books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt has everything that he has ever wanted, or at least he thinks he does.  His career is blossoming, and he has recently been promoted to vice president of the bank in the small town where he has worked since graduating from college.  Matt’s boss is the best, and Matt has lived with his partner and lover, Kent, for the past few years.  If there is one thing that Matt would love to change in his life, it is the anger which he seems to cause in his lover, yet he has no idea what he is doing to anger him.  Matt does his best to be a good partner to Kent, but is embarrassed about the black eyes and bruises which he finds very difficult to hide or find excuses for.  Matt feels certain that his and Kent’s relationship is no different from any other couple’s, but when Matt’s boss asks Matt to take his place at a yearly conference, Matt meets a man who shows him a completely different life from the one that has now become perhaps a little too familiar to him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt left the house very quietly this morning, and didn’t look at the bruise on his face again until he was halfway to work.  Matt felt bad for Kent.  Kent had watched as Matt had earned promotion after promotion, and was now very well respected in his chosen career and was also earning a six figure salary, while Kent was still bartending at the same bar and grill where he had worked for six years now.  Matt looked at his face in the rearview mirror.  He tried to dab some makeup on the bruise to cover it up, but this one was determined to be seen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt stopped at the park on the outskirts of town and did his best to cover up the bruise that was already beginning to change colors.  It looked darker than it had when he had first seen it this morning.  “Maybe no one will notice,” he lied to himself.  Matt had already used every excuse he could think of when he had come to work with a bruise.  He had no idea how he was going to explain this one.  Matt had known women who had been in abusive relationships, but this was much different.  Matt was the one with the abusive man, though he was sure that everyone at the bank had assumed that he was married to a woman and that she was the one putting the bruises on his face.  It was difficult enough for a man to admit that he had an abusive wife, but if anyone were to discover that Matt’s bruises were from another man, a man who was his live-in lover, there was no telling what they would say or do.  He might even lose his job.  And Matt certainly did not want his fellow bankers to know that he was gay.  Being gay was tough enough in the larger cities, but in small town America, where everyone knew everyone’s business, being gay was a different matter entirely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt walked into the quaint yet comfortable home that he shared with Kent and set his things down.  He walked into the bedroom and then on into the bathroom.  “Oh, my God!” he said, to the bruised face in the mirror.  “John had to have seen this today, not to mention everyone who had walked past the door to my office.”  Matt gently touched his face, and winced.  He very carefully wiped off the makeup, which hid very little, and then he went into the den and poured himself a drink.  He watched the news, and dozed off and on for a few hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and Kent had had quite a fight the night before.  Business hadn’t been that good at the bar where Kent worked, and there was talk that Kent’s hours might be cut by one day a week.  Matt had assured Kent that he was making enough money for both of them, which had been a hard blow to Kent’s pride.  “I don’t need your pity, Matt,” he had said.  “I didn’t mean it like that, Kent.  I just meant that you don’t have to worry about money, that’s all.”  Matt played the conversation of the night before over and over in his mind.  When Matt had suggested that Kent go back to college and finish his degree, it had been the ultimate blow to Kent’s bruised ego, which had ultimately caused the bruise on Matt’s face.  “You think I’m a fucking failure, is that it?”  “No.  I didn’t mean that at all, Kent.”  Kent had shoved Matt hard against the wall, and had struck his face.  Matt had thought that he had passed out for a few seconds after that, because when he looked up Kent was gone.  He had stepped outside to cool off a little.  “I just need to be more sensitive.  I guess I was pretty thoughtless last night,” Matt said, to the bruised face in the mirror.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little after midnight when Kent walked in.  “Matt?”  “In here, Kent.”  Kent walked into the den and kissed Matt on the lips.  “I love you, baby.  Oh, no.  I’m so sorry.”  He held Matt’s bruised face in his hands.  “You know I don’t mean to do it,” he said.  “I know you don’t, Kent.  The flowers were beautiful.”  Kent smiled, and left the room.  Matt heard the shower running, and he knew that Kent expected him to join him.  Matt was tired and needed to sleep, but would avoid another scene like last night’s at almost any cost.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt took the elevator up to his suite, and looked out at the mountains in the distance.  He thought about the men and women he had met tonight and wondered what their personal lives were like.  He wondered how many of them hid a part of themselves in secrecy, or behind makeup.  He touched his cheek, and hoped that he hadn’t looked too odd tonight.  The bruise was fading, but Matt wished that it was gone entirely.  It was late and Matt didn’t want to disturb Kent, so he went on to bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Matt entered the lobby of the hotel, Dustin was waiting for him.  “Here we are again.  How was your first night in the Mile High City?”  “It was good.  Thanks.”  Dustin was his usual upbeat chatty self, just as he had been last night.  “Come on.  Let’s get some breakfast.  That’s one thing I should warn you about these conferences.  You might put on a few pounds.  That’s what I’m told, anyway.”  Dustin continued to talk, and didn’t seem to mind if Matt didn’t respond right away.  He seems so sure of himself, Matt thought.  “Well, are you up for your first ski lesson this afternoon?”  Dustin was serious.  Matt had thought that he was just being polite to the newcomer when he had made the offer to him last night.  “Sure,” Matt said.  “Great.  You can come with me after the meetings this morning, to my house.  I’ll need to pick up my skis.”  “Okay,” Matt said, and they settled in for the morning’s session.  The conferences went from nine until noon every day, and the morning flew by.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin could no longer ignore his own desires.  He set Matt’s wine glass down with his own.  He gently ran a finger along Matt’s lips, collecting the wine that lingered there.  He kissed the wine from his finger, and then pressed his finger to Matt’s lips.  Matt closed his eyes.  His lips parted automatically.  He wanted Dustin to kiss him.  He wanted Dustin to take him to places that he had never been before.  He felt the heat of Dustin’s breath as it neared his lips.  Dustin’s arm around him caused Matt to gasp.  Then he felt the gentle touch of Dustin’s lips on his own, and he could not resist.  He did not want to resist Dustin.  Matt’s arms went around Dustin, holding him, welcoming his body to his own.  Dustin pulled back slightly.  Matt slowly opened his eyes.  Dustin whispered, “Do I need to stop, Matt?  I will if you want me to.”  Matt could barely speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, when the conference ended at noon, Dustin offered to drive Matt to the airport.  “Okay,” Matt said, eagerly.  He knew that he would miss Dustin once he was gone.  He missed him already.  Before Dustin left Matt at the airport, he and Matt sat in Dustin’s car and talked for a few minutes.  “Matt, this is for you,” Dustin said, and handed Matt a card with several phone numbers written on it.  “What’s this?”  “You can reach me at anytime from anywhere.  Keep this card in a safe place.”  Matt looked at the card, and then he looked at Dustin.  “May I call you at work, Matt, when you are at the bank?”  “Of course,” Matt said, happy that Dustin wanted to stay in contact with him.  Matt wrote down both the main number at the bank as well as the direct number to his office.  Dustin leaned over and kissed Matt.  He took his hand in his, folding his fingers with Matt’s.  Looking directly into Matt’s eyes, Dustin finally said what he had waited all week to say to him.  “If you ever need someplace to stay or someone to talk to, you are always welcome in my home, Matt.”  Dustin gently touched Matt’s cheek where the bruise had been.  “I would hate to lose you, Matt.”  Matt’s eyes were fixed on Dustin’s obviously all seeing and all knowing eyes.  He almost hated to return to his former life of loneliness and very little sleep.  Matt looked at Dustin’s hand holding his tightly.  “I’d better get going,” he said.  “I know, Matt.  I know.”  Dustin gently pressed his lips to Matt’s cheek, the cheek where the bruise had been, and then he gently kissed Matt’s hand.  Matt swallowed hard.  They said goodbye in the parking lot, and Dustin watched as the huge airport swallowed the man he had known for only a little while.  He waited for nearly thirty minutes before driving away, hoping that Matt would come running back to him, but knowing that he would not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Back Cover:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If You Just Smile &lt;/strong&gt;has been the most difficult as well as the most rewarding book that I have written to date.  As a former partner in a relationship such as the one depicted in the pages of this book, when writing &lt;strong&gt;If You Just Smile &lt;/strong&gt;the old feelings came flooding back, the good, and the bad.  The love that I felt for this man was known to very few, and the heartwrenching decision that I made when leaving this man has been known by very few.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-9150609603153425086?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/You-Just-Smile-B-K-Wright/dp/1453797300/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1284384643&amp;sr=1-1' title='If You Just Smile - in print (paperback)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9150609603153425086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-you-just-smile-in-print-paperback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/9150609603153425086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/9150609603153425086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-you-just-smile-in-print-paperback.html' title='If You Just Smile - in print (paperback)'/><author><name>S. 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If you are interested, e-mail us at info@beautobeau.com.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-5611313852408515865?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.beautobeau.com/Spuds.html' title='More Books in the iBookstores'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5611313852408515865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-books-in-ibookstores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/5611313852408515865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/5611313852408515865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-books-in-ibookstores.html' title='More Books in the iBookstores'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-5915501836851043082</id><published>2010-09-04T09:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T09:22:13.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay love'/><title type='text'>My Man, by Shannon Pearce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TIJV9-oiWMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/XPJ4DGA362U/s1600/My+Man-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TIJV9-oiWMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/XPJ4DGA362U/s320/My+Man-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513063417128310978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel has dreamed of owning his own bakery since he was a very young boy, and he is now, finally, living his dream.  Another dream of Nigel’s, sharing his life with a man who he loves and cherishes and who loves and cherishes him, is still just a dream.  Nigel is very outgoing in general, but quite shy when it comes to intimacy, and fears that his shyness has scared away more than one man in his life.  Someday, he tells himself, I will meet the man of my dreams.  Nigel’s business partner and sister, Pamela, tirelessly plays matchmaker for her brother, but is beginning to wonder if Nigel will ever know the love and happiness that she, too, wishes for her younger brother, that is, until a very special customer enters the bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel opened the door to his life’s dream with the flair that was only Nigel’s.  “Come in,” he said warmly, as he greeted his very first customers.  Nigel’s partner and sister, Pamela, took a picture of the first of many customers who would walk through the doors of hers and her brother’s wonderful new establishment that day.  The young mother and her daughter smiled for the camera, and the little girl walked quickly to the counter which showcased the prettiest sweetie-pies that she had ever seen.  “I love pies and cakes,” the sweet little voice declared, and Nigel was thrilled to accommodate the dear child.  “We walk by here every day,” the young mother said.  “And every day, my little girl has been counting the days until she would get her very first sweetie-pie.  We didn’t know exactly what a sweetie-pie was, but the pictures in the brochures and on the front of the store made them look very tasty.”  “Well, you can have whatever you want, my dear,” Nigel said to the happy little girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel watched his sister leave to spend the evening with her family, and then he began preparing for tomorrow.  He thought about his sister’s words.  Nigel wished he had someone, too, but it was difficult for him to meet new people.  Pam knew that her brother was gay, but that didn’t make it any easier for Nigel to meet that special someone.  Nigel was shy when it came to intimacy, although he was very outgoing in general.  “Someday, maybe,” he told himself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Wednesday of Nigel’s second week as a proud business owner, Nigel had his back turned when a man walked up to the counter.  “Excuse me,” the man said.  Nigel immediately turned around.  “I’m so sorry, sir.  What can I get for you?”  The man ordered a chocolate-chocolate chip sweetie-pie with chocolate frosting.  “A gutsy move, sir,” Nigel teased.  “I like to take risks,” the man said, as he patted his stomach.  “Oh, no calories in these sweetie-pies,” Nigel assured, with a wink.  The man was nice, and one of the few people that Nigel felt immediately comfortable with, as well as felt a definite and immediate attraction to.  “Is this to go?” Nigel asked.  “No, sir.  I plan to sit right over there and enjoy every bite of this delight,” the man said, and pointed to the far corner.  “I work at the ad agency down the street.  “Well, let me know if you need anything,” Nigel said, and watched as the man walked away.  Nigel glanced the man’s way a few times while he was sitting at the table in the corner, and was a little embarrassed to find the man looking back.  Nigel tried to busy himself with his work, but he wanted to go over and talk to the man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake leaned over and boldly kissed Nigel.  Nigel was a little surprised, but he didn’t pull away.  Drake put his arms around Nigel, and Nigel slowly put his arms around Drake.  Nigel wanted Drake to never stop kissing him.  Nigel hadn’t been kissed in a very long time.  He held Drake, and kissed him with passion and desire.  Drake’s hand slid down Nigel’s back and onto the side of his butt.  Nigel held Drake closer.  Drake squeezed the side of Nigel’s thigh before he forced himself to stop kissing Nigel.  Drake kissed Nigel’s cheek, and then he looked at Nigel’s face.  “I’m not scaring you away, am I?” Drake asked.  Nigel could hear the heaviness of his own breathing.  “No,” he said.  Nigel had been so worried about chasing Drake away by his shyness that he had never considered that this man might be fearing the same with his boldness.  “It’s been awhile,” Nigel admitted, and cleared his throat nervously.  “I know what you mean,” Drake whispered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timer went off on Drake’s culinary masterpiece, and they both jumped.  “Well, I guess we should eat.”  Nigel followed Drake into the kitchen, but neither of them said much during dinner.  They watched each other’s mouth and lips as the lucky bites of food disappeared into the warmth and the wetness that they each now desired of the other.  “Delicious,” Nigel commented.  Drake smiled.  Nigel wasn’t sure if it was the wine or if it was his desire for Drake, but he wanted this man who he felt comfortable with.  Drake offered more wine, and watched as Nigel lifted the glass to his lips.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet red liquid entering Nigel’s mouth was too much for Drake to take.  He gently took Nigel’s glass from him and set it down.  He licked the wine that trickled down Nigel’s chin.  He held Nigel’s mouth and formed his own lips to Nigel’s lips.  Nigel leaned his head back, and Drake slowly unbuttoned Nigel’s shirt, leaving it closed until the very last button was undone.  Then he slid his hand into the open shirt, placing his warm hand flat upon Nigel’s chest.  Nigel gasped, or moaned, he was not certain which.  “Nigel, will you come to my bed?”  Nigel loved the politeness of this man.  Nigel answered, “Yes”, and followed Nigel to his bed, leaving his shirt open, and slipping a finger into the back of the pants of the man who guided him.  Drake stopped for a second when he felt Nigel’s finger lightly touch his skin as he walked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This erotic romance is available at Amazon US (click Title above) and Amazon UK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-5915501836851043082?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0041T4IPO/ref=tag_dpp_yt_edpp_rt?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;redirect=true&amp;redirect=true&amp;s=digital-text%23tags' title='My Man, by Shannon Pearce'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5915501836851043082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-man-by-shannon-pearce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/5915501836851043082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/5915501836851043082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-man-by-shannon-pearce.html' title='My Man, by Shannon Pearce'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TIJV9-oiWMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/XPJ4DGA362U/s72-c/My+Man-200x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-2136701284869019646</id><published>2010-09-01T04:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T04:41:06.322-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Erotic Caress, by Shannon Pearce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TH4flsb9OMI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6WlF8sbkBbw/s1600/Erotic+Caress-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TH4flsb9OMI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6WlF8sbkBbw/s320/Erotic+Caress-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511877726392105154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy’s new job is going to be a breeze.  He is meeting a new customer today who is paying him five hundred dollars a week to maintain his massive lawn and his beautiful pool.  Jeremy has no idea that this is the man who frequented the candy store where he had worked last summer.  The man does not look like that guy.  It does not take Jeremy long to become swept up in this man’s world and by this man’s charm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy was right on time this morning to mow the luscious green lawn of Mr. Yardlow.  Mr. Yardlow was a new customer to Jeremy, and Jeremy had never been to one of the houses on the hill, but if the front of Mr. Yardlow’s house was any indication of what the other houses on the hill were like, Jeremy would move in immediately if given half a chance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come in, Jeremy.  It’s good to see an enterprising young man such as yourself these days.”  Jeremy shook Mr. Yardlow’s hand, and followed him into his house.  “As you can see, I don’t have much of a front lawn.  The most impressive part of the property is in the back.”  Mr. Yardlow led Jeremy to the back of the house.  From the family room, Jeremy could see the entire back yard.  “It’s very impressive, sir.”  “Thank you, Jeremy.  A man works hard to get where I am.  The yard is tough to mow, though, because of its sharp incline.  Hope you don’t mind.”  No, Jeremy didn’t mind.  The man was paying him five hundred dollars a week to take care of his lawn and his pool.  Jeremy had assumed that there was something wrong with Mr. Yardlow because he had offered to pay such an obscene amount of money, but the man seemed normal enough to Jeremy.  The guy probably just makes so much money that he is out of touch with the regular people, Jeremy decided.  “I’ll be working upstairs, Jeremy.  Feel free to come and go as you please.  Help yourself to whatever you like in the frig.”  Jeremy thanked Mr. Yardlow, and watched as the man left the room.  Mr. Yardlow wasn’t bad looking for an older man, and he had a nice body, too, for a man whose maturity was much greater than that of Jeremy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy’s eyes were at the level of Harley’s nipples, and he lifted his head to look at his attractive suitor.  Harley held Jeremy’s head in one hand, tilted it back slightly, and leaned down and gently kissed Jeremy’s lips.  Then he pulled back and looked at Jeremy’s face.  His young lover was waiting for more.  Jeremy’s eyes were closed, his young lips parted from the kiss, and the swim trunks now stretched to their limit spoke for themselves.  Harley lowered the hand on Jeremy’s back to hold the cute young butt, and leaned down to kiss his young lips again.  Jeremy’s arms went around his unexpected lover, and he felt an ache in his groin.  “Jeremy, have you ever made love, really made love?  It is much different than just having sex.”  Jeremy didn’t think that he had.  Harley looked at Jeremy’s face.  Jeremy began to open his eyes.  “I..I..I don’t know,” he said.  “Do you want me to make love to you, Jeremy?”  Jeremy’s head went up and down, his lips sliding against Harley’s.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harley pulled Jeremy’s body to him, leaving Jeremy panting.  Harley placed both hands on Jeremy’s butt, and spoke sultrily beside Jeremy’s ear.  “Your orgasm will be full, complete, and explosive, if you allow me to take you that far.”  Jeremy heard himself moan.  The ache inside his swim trunks began to throb.  Harley’s hands were inside Jeremy’s swim trunks now, slowly and seductively caressing his young butt.  “Would you like me to make love to you out here underneath the sunshine in the water?”  Jeremy nodded, even though his head was resting on Harley’s shoulder.  Harley could feel the nod even though he couldn’t see it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This erotic short story is available at Amazon US (click on Title above)&lt;/strong&gt;, and Amazon UK.  Also available at Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks and All Romance ebooks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-2136701284869019646?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Erotic-Caress-Beau-Erotica-ebook/dp/B0041D8WM0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&amp;s=digital-text&amp;qid=1283333919&amp;sr=1-1' title='Erotic Caress, by Shannon Pearce'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2136701284869019646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/erotic-caress-by-shannon-pearce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2136701284869019646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2136701284869019646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/erotic-caress-by-shannon-pearce.html' title='Erotic Caress, by Shannon Pearce'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TH4flsb9OMI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6WlF8sbkBbw/s72-c/Erotic+Caress-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-2157032349516021066</id><published>2010-08-31T07:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T07:37:52.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epub conversion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iBookstores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epubs'/><title type='text'>Beau to Beau Books Available in Apple iBookstores</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The following Beau to Beau Books are Available in the Apple iBookstores:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cousin Dan&lt;br /&gt;A Younger Man&lt;br /&gt;A Chance Taken&lt;br /&gt;Super Star&lt;br /&gt;And Then, He Kissed Me&lt;br /&gt;First Born&lt;br /&gt;King of Hearts&lt;br /&gt;Bear Hugs&lt;br /&gt;The Company Dad Kept&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy Coarse/Branding Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Along Came You&lt;br /&gt;He Came With a Rose&lt;br /&gt;Fine Things&lt;br /&gt;Head Games&lt;br /&gt;BunBun&lt;br /&gt;Trey’s Daddies&lt;br /&gt;Gracie&lt;br /&gt;Escape to Hollywood North&lt;br /&gt;Brass Knuckles&lt;br /&gt;A Time For Us/The Year Of Us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More books are being added weekly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like, you can click on the Book Page of these books at Beau to Beau Books, &lt;strong&gt;http://www.beautobeau.com&lt;/strong&gt;, and underneath the title there are five Apple symbols indicating the country code for each of the Apple iBookstores.  Click on the country code of your choice to see the book in the Apple iBookstore.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An example is Along Came You.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Click on the Title above &lt;/strong&gt;to see &lt;strong&gt;Along Came You &lt;/strong&gt;in each of the five Apple iBookstores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to be a part of this global marketplace, but are having trouble passing the epub “flight test”, e-mail us at &lt;strong&gt;info@beautobeau.com&lt;/strong&gt;, and we will be happy to format your epubs for you for &lt;strong&gt;guaranteed inclusion &lt;/strong&gt;into the &lt;strong&gt;Apple iBookstores&lt;/strong&gt;.  Sales have been spectacular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-2157032349516021066?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.beautobeau.com/ACUbook.html' title='Beau to Beau Books Available in Apple iBookstores'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2157032349516021066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/beau-to-beau-books-available-in-apple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2157032349516021066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2157032349516021066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/beau-to-beau-books-available-in-apple.html' title='Beau to Beau Books Available in Apple iBookstores'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-6710855676350287016</id><published>2010-08-29T10:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T10:17:26.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay love'/><title type='text'>Spuds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/THp58J4fCFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eGqFbAuhGrM/s1600/Spuds-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/THp58J4fCFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eGqFbAuhGrM/s320/Spuds-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510851168393168978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Trevor have been each other’s lifeline, confidante, and partner in “mischief” for as long as either of them can remember.  When Trevor asks his best bud to open a business with him, Mike quickly agrees, bringing his carefree and somewhat reckless attitude with him to work every day.  The much more mischievous of the two, Mike secretly advertises that their business includes doing “odd” jobs.  Trevor knows that Mike is up to something, but Mike is Trevor’s best friend, so he overlooks his buddy’s wayward ways.  Trevor is waiting and watching, however, for Mike’s carefree ways and mischief making to go a little too far and get him into something that even Trevor may not be able to get his good buddy out of.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike really wasn’t much of a businessman, and had never quite grown up, at least according to Trevor.  Mike was the one who was usually “found” by mischief, and Trevor was usually the lucky guy who had the privilege of getting his good friend out of his too numerous to mention “sticky” situations.  Trevor had often joked that he was not unlike one of the guys at the circus who had the wonderful privilege of walking behind the elephants and cleaning up their messes.  Mike was a people person and much preferred being out in the public, meeting the customers.  He let Trevor take care of what he considered to be the more mundane aspects of the business.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m Mike.  You called for some help?”  “Yes, Mike.  Thanks for coming on such short notice.  Come on in.”  Mike hadn’t missed the man’s stare.  Mike was hot, and Mike was sexy, and Mike was well aware of his sex appeal.  Mike noticed the pictures leaning against the side of one wall.  “Are these the pictures, sir?”  “Yes, and it’s Charles.  Let’s have a drink first, shall we?”  “Sure.  Beer, if you’ve got it,” Mike said.  Does the man realize that it’s only ten in the morning?  I usually don’t drink this early, Mike thought.  Charles tossed a can to Mike and then opened one for himself.  “You been in the city very long?”  “Just moved in, Mike.  I have businesses on the East Coast, but I like the weather here.  I will be running my businesses out of my home right here in Idaho from now on.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike tried to look interested, but Mike had never been interested in his own business, and he certainly wasn’t interested in someone else’s entrepreneurial efforts.  Mike was sure that this man had asked him to come all the way out here to his grand mansion on the lake for only one thing, and Mike was also sure that that one thing was not hanging pictures.  Mike had a solid reputation for being good in the sack, but this guy actually had pictures to hang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike turned the key in the ignition, but Spuds just sputtered and then stopped.  “Come on, Spuds,” Mike begged.  “Mike, did you remember to put gas in Spuds, like I asked you to?”  Mike looked at the gauge.  “Uh, I guess I forgot, Trev.”  “Mike, you have got to be more responsible.  I am not running this business all by myself, am I?”  “If it weren’t for my charm, Trevor, we wouldn’t have a business, or have you forgotten my charm?”  Trevor couldn’t deny that Mike had a way with the customers.  “No, I haven’t forgotten your charm, Mike.  Come on.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike followed Trevor back into the cabin.  “What are we doing back in here?  Looking for a phone?”  “You’re a smartass, Mike.  No, I’m not looking for a phone.  Unless you want to walk home, we’ll be staying here for the night.  Now come and help me.”  Mike followed Trevor down the hallway, more than a little confused.  Roughing it was not exactly Trevor’s thing.  He was quite fond of his creature comforts.  Trevor started tugging and pulling at one of the old mattresses.  “What are you doing?” Mike asked.  “I’m putting the mattress on the floor.  The bed is too small.”  “Oooh, are we sleeping together tonight, honey?”  “Funny, Mike.  No, but from the floor there is a little sliver of light coming from a streetlamp way out there.”  Trevor pointed out the window at the light in the distance.  “Are you for real?  You still can’t sleep in the dark, can you?”  “Yes, I can sleep in the dark.  I prefer, however, not to.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike shook his head and went to the other bedroom.  He was beat.  He was almost asleep on the little bed when he heard Trevor rummaging around.  “Trevor, what are you doing?”  “Nothing,” Trevor lied.  Mike heard the footsteps of his friend as Trevor padded down the hallway.  Mike got up and followed Trevor to the kitchen.  “What are in the world are you looking for, Trevor?  I’m tired.”  “I just thought that maybe there was a flashlight in this old cabin somewhere.”  Then he noticed the light on Mike’s wristwatch.  “Let me wear your watch, Mike.  I can set the alarm that way.  I certainly can’t count on you getting us up on time.”  Mike started to take his watch off, and then he stopped.  “I know why you wanted the flashlight and now my watch, and it isn’t for the alarm.  A flashlight wouldn’t have had an alarm.  It’s still too dark for you, isn’t it?” he teased.  “So what if it is?  At least I don’t have to get laid every five minutes.”  “Shit, Trevor, you are unbelievable.  Come on.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purchase at Beau to Beau Books (click Title above).&lt;/strong&gt;  Also available at Amazon US and UK, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, All Romance ebooks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-6710855676350287016?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.beautobeau.com/Spuds.html' title='Spuds'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6710855676350287016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/spuds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/6710855676350287016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/6710855676350287016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/spuds.html' title='Spuds'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/THp58J4fCFI/AAAAAAAAAbg/eGqFbAuhGrM/s72-c/Spuds-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-73133655493007141</id><published>2010-08-28T04:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T04:40:32.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glbt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>Beau Beau de Libros en Español (Beau to Beau Books in Spanish)</title><content type='html'>Recientemente hemos estado traduciendo el galán de &lt;strong&gt;Beau Beau y Belle de Libros en Español&lt;/strong&gt;. Los más recientes son - &lt;strong&gt;Sr. Douglas, un hombre más joven, forastero misterioso, y Baby Doll&lt;/strong&gt;. Estos se pueden encontrar al buscar a &lt;strong&gt;Beau Beau Libros&lt;/strong&gt;. Las versiones en español están disponibles exclusivamente en Amazon EE.UU. y Reino Unido. Más versiones en español se añadirán a la semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por ejemplo, haga clic sobre el título de arriba para ser dirigida a un hombre más joven en español, en Amazon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have recently been translating the &lt;strong&gt;Beau to Beau and Beau to Belle Books into Spanish&lt;/strong&gt;.  The most recent are - &lt;strong&gt;Mr. Douglas, A Younger Man, Mysterious Stranger, and Baby Doll&lt;/strong&gt;.  These can be found by searching for &lt;strong&gt;Beau to Beau Books&lt;/strong&gt;.  The Spanish versions are available exclusively at Amazon US and UK.  More Spanish versions will be added each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see an example, &lt;strong&gt;click on the Title above &lt;/strong&gt;to be directed to &lt;strong&gt;A Younger Man in Spanish&lt;/strong&gt;, at Amazon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-73133655493007141?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/hombre-m%C3%A1s-joven-Young-ebook/dp/B0040JHYMY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1282988221&amp;sr=8-1-catcorr' title='Beau Beau de Libros en Español (Beau to Beau Books in Spanish)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/73133655493007141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/beau-beau-de-libros-en-espanol-beau-to_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/73133655493007141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/73133655493007141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/beau-beau-de-libros-en-espanol-beau-to_28.html' title='Beau Beau de Libros en Español (Beau to Beau Books in Spanish)'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-2164268886540887184</id><published>2010-08-26T04:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T04:22:33.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='troubled relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay love'/><title type='text'>If You Just Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/THYyOGkvu0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/hJ7o1tpCDbs/s1600/IYJS-200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/THYyOGkvu0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/hJ7o1tpCDbs/s320/IYJS-200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509646411998673730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt has everything that he has ever wanted, or at least he thinks he does.  His career is blossoming, and he has recently been promoted to vice president of the bank in the small town where he has worked since graduating from college.  Matt’s boss is the best, and Matt has lived with his partner and lover, Kent, for the past few years.  If there is one thing that Matt would love to change in his life, it is the anger which he seems to cause in his lover, yet he has no idea what he is doing to anger him.  Matt does his best to be a good partner to Kent, but is embarrassed about the black eyes and bruises which he finds very difficult to hide or find excuses for.  Matt feels certain that his and Kent’s relationship is no different from any other couple’s, but when Matt’s boss asks Matt to take his place at a yearly conference, Matt meets a man who shows him a completely different life from the one that has now become perhaps a little too familiar to him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt left the house very quietly this morning, and didn’t look at the bruise on his face again until he was halfway to work.  Matt felt bad for Kent.  Kent had watched as Matt had earned promotion after promotion, and was now very well respected in his chosen career and was also earning a six figure salary, while Kent was still bartending at the same bar and grill where he had worked for six years now.  Matt looked at his face in the rearview mirror.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“These are for you, Matt.”  Matt made a half turn in his chair.  “Thanks, Linda.”  The sweet woman left Matt’s office, and once he was sure that she had gone, he turned and looked at the beautiful flowers that had been delivered to him.  He opened the card, though he knew who they were from.  “I love you.  You are my life.”  They were signed, “Love, Kent.”  Matt knew that the words on the card were true.  Kent just feels bad about himself and about his work situation, Matt had told himself often.  He knew that Kent felt trapped in a dead-end job, and that Kent’s father had been an abusive alcoholic.  Kent had told Matt that he had gotten his bad temper from his father.  “I can’t help it, Matt.  That’s just the way that I am.  It’s in my genes.”  “He just needs to know that I love him,” Matt said, trying to convince himself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent opened the door of the shower and pulled Matt inside.  “I love you, Matt,” he said, and kissed his neck.  He kissed Matt’s chest and caught the droplets of water that landed on Matt’s nipples.  Kent was a damned good lover, and Matt was aroused by his slightest touch.  Kent kissed his way down Matt’s flat stomach until he reached Matt’s cock.  Matt’s entire body responded to Kent’s touch and to Kent’s lips, and Matt moaned.  Kent held the top of Matt’s cock between his lips and held Matt’s balls in his hand.  He seductively slid Matt’s shower wetted cock into his mouth, and looked up at Matt.  Matt looked at Kent, and then closed his eyes.  His body shuddered.  “Oh, Kent,” he moaned.  Kent opened Matt’s legs and held the cute little butt that had been the first thing that he had noticed about Matt when they had met.  Matt thrust his hard cock into his lover’s mouth, and Kent made love to it and to Matt.  Matt grabbed onto Kent as his climax began to build and as his climax came full force.  Kent continued making love to Matt’s cock until Matt was completely drained.  “Oh, Kent, I love you so much.”  “Mmm,” Kent moaned in response.  Kent wrapped his arms around Matt and looked up at him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt dialed his home number the minute he walked into the suite.  “Speak,” Kent’s voice answered.  “Kent, I’m glad you’re home,” Matt said, in as upbeat a tone as he possibly could.  “Why haven’t you called, Matt?  Too busy with your ‘colleagues’?  You couldn’t even find the time to say goodbye on Sunday?”  “I’m sorry, Kent.  I left you a note.  I didn’t want to wake you.”  Kent said nothing.  “So, how are things going back home?”  “Nothing exciting.  I painted some on Sunday.”  “That’s nice.  I’m sure it looks great.  I can’t wait to see it.”  “Yeah, well, don’t expect it to be finished by the time you get back.  I do have a job, you know.  I don’t have the time for jet setting across the country like you do.”  Matt didn’t know what to say to Kent.  He never did know what to say when Kent began to belittle himself like he was doing now.  “Well, I have to get back to the conference now, Kent.  I love you.”  “You’ll be home on Friday?”  “That’s right, Kent.  I can’t wait to see you.”  “Yeah, me too,” Kent said, his tone softening a little.  Matt hung up the phone and closed his eyes.  He felt tense again, which had seemed to fade since being here.  He locked the door, and met Dustin in the lobby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can see that not much has changed since yesterday,” Dustin informed, as they walked into his house.  “I doubt if your house ever looks messy, Dustin.  It’s beautiful.”  Dustin smiled.  “At the risk of sounding like an alcoholic, would you care for a glass of wine?”  “Love one,” Matt said, with a laugh.  “And I don’t think of you as an alcoholic,” he added.  “One drink a day is about all I can handle, if that much,” Dustin assured him.  “What do you think of Denver, Matt?”  “It’s beautiful, Dustin.  I love the view of the mountains, but what I have noticed more than anything is how much better I sleep out here than I do at home.  It must be the thinner air.”  Dustin knew that this was his chance to say what he thought, and that if he didn’t do it now, he never would.  “Perhaps there is less stress here,” Dustin said, looking right at Matt.  “I do have quite a drive each day, and long work days.”  “How much sleep do you get, Matt?”  “Depends.  Most nights I get enough.”  Dustin somehow doubted that.  “Why do you ask?”  “If you don’t mind my saying, Matt, when I first met you it appeared to me that you had a mark under one eye, perhaps what we like to call ‘bags’ from too little sleep?”  Matt carelessly touched his eye.  Had Dustin noticed the bruise?  Did Dustin suspect?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin could no longer ignore his own desires.  He set Matt’s wine glass down with his own.  He gently ran a finger along Matt’s lips, collecting the wine that lingered there.  He kissed the wine from his finger, and then pressed his finger to Matt’s lips.  Matt closed his eyes.  His lips parted automatically.  He wanted Dustin to kiss him.  He wanted Dustin to take him to places that he had never been before.  He felt the heat of Dustin’s breath as it neared his lips.  Dustin’s arm around him caused Matt to gasp.  Then he felt the gentle touch of Dustin’s lips on his own, and he could not resist.  He did not want to resist Dustin.  Matt’s arms went around Dustin, holding him, welcoming his body to his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click Title to purchase from Beau to Beau Books.&lt;/strong&gt;  Links also available to Amazon US and UK, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, All Romance ebooks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-2164268886540887184?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.beautobeau.com/If-You-Just-Smile.html' title='If You Just Smile'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2164268886540887184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-just-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2164268886540887184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/2164268886540887184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-you-just-smile.html' title='If You Just Smile'/><author><name>S. 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The book includes &lt;strong&gt;Bear Hugs &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Trey's Daddies&lt;/strong&gt;, currently sold as ebooks.  If you &lt;strong&gt;click on the Title above&lt;/strong&gt;, you will be taken to the book page on the Beau to Beau website from which you can purchase, or with one click be taken directly to the book page at Amazon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-628253417036708634?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.beautobeau.com/When-a-Man-Loves.html' title='When a Man Loves a Man'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/628253417036708634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-man-loves-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/628253417036708634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/628253417036708634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-man-loves-man.html' title='When a Man Loves a Man'/><author><name>S. 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Un ejemplo es el &lt;strong&gt;primo Dan&lt;/strong&gt;. Haga clic en el título de la entrada de blog para ser llevados directamente a Dan Primo, la versión española, en Amazon. &lt;strong&gt;Disponible en los EE.UU. y Amazon Kindle tiendas del Reino Unido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many Beau to Beau ebooks are now available in Spanish as well as in English.&lt;/strong&gt;  An example is &lt;strong&gt;Cousin Dan&lt;/strong&gt;.  Click on the Title of this blog entry to be taken directly to &lt;strong&gt;Dan Primo&lt;/strong&gt;, the Spanish version, at Amazon.  &lt;strong&gt;Available in the Amazon US and UK Kindle Stores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disponible en español en la actualidad son el &lt;strong&gt;primo Dan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;escenas eróticas&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;abrazos de oso&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;el mejor amigo de mi hijo&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Un poco de arcilla Tiempo&lt;/strong&gt;. Cada vez más personas en el camino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Available in Spanish currently are &lt;strong&gt;Cousin Dan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Erotic Scenes&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Bear Hugs&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;My Son's Best Friend&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;A Little Clay Time&lt;/strong&gt;.  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Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-5487131966057641054</id><published>2010-08-20T04:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T05:30:39.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erotic stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay erotica'/><title type='text'>My Uncle's Lover, by Shannon Pearce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TG5FFMTjqoI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-gdjccznjIg/s1600/MyUnclesLover200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TG5FFMTjqoI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-gdjccznjIg/s320/MyUnclesLover200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507415349825612418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erich’s dream life differs greatly from the expected life of a young man growing up on his family’s farm in rural Kansas.  To the unknowing, Erich’s dream life is no different than any other man who calls the northernmost part of Kansas home.  But unlike many young men, Erich has no desire to marry, to marry a woman, that is.  Erich is gay, and finding a man with whom he can share his cozy country home and his cherished farm life is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.  Erich is not willing to give up on his dream, however.  Every weekend, Erich drives the hour or so to the nearest city, Lincoln, Nebraska, where he frequents the gay bars and where he meets some very nice young men in the bustling city that is home to “Big Red”, the University of Nebraska.  On one such weekend, Erich’s favorite bartender informs Erich that a man has been looking for him, a man who knows much more about Erich than just his first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi there, Erich.  Haven’t seen you in awhile.”  Erich liked the bartender, Joe, at the bar that he frequented most weekends.  “It’s harvest time, Joe.  You know how it is.”  Joe poured Erich a light beer, and stopped to talk with him for awhile.  He leaned over the bar, and lowered his voice.  “There’s a man who has been asking about you, Erich,” he said quietly.  “Really?  Is he here now?”  “No, not yet anyway.  Seems nice enough, but there’s something about him that I can’t quite figure out.  He knows your last name, too, which strikes me as odd.”  Erich tried to think of who this man could possibly be.  “I don’t give out my last name, Joe, at least not until I really know the guy.  You think I should be concerned?”  “Can’t say, Erich.  I’ll let you know if he comes in here tonight.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erich thanked the bartender who he had known for years, and then swung around on the bar stool.  It was early yet, and the night’s crowd was just beginning to trickle in.  Erich was soon approached by a nice looking college man, and Erich bought him a drink.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me for a minute,” Joe said, taking Erich aside.  “I will have him back in a few minutes, Rick.”  Rick blushed, and Joe led Erich around the corner.  “He’s here, Erich.”  “Who?  Oh, you mean the guy.  Where?”  Joe very discreetly pointed out the man who had been asking about Erich, but Erich didn’t recognize him.  “You sure?  It’s pretty dark in here.  Look again.”  Erich glanced the man’s way several times as discreetly as he could, and tried to think of where he may have met him.  “I guess maybe he looks a little bit familiar.  Let me think.”  Joe walked back to the bar, and Erich stayed where he was, trying desperately to remember if or when he had met the man who had been asking about him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Joe, should I go talk to my mystery man, or what?  I honestly can’t place him.”  “Up to you, Erich.  Just be careful.”  Erich walked to the far corner of the bar where the man was sitting alone.  His head was down, and it was dark in the corner.  “How’s it going?  I’m Erich.”  The man motioned for Erich to join him.  Then the man looked up at Erich.  “What the fuck?” Erich said, not one to cuss much.  “Keep it down, Erich.  Don’t make a scene.”  “What are you doing here, and how in the hell did you know that I came here?”  “Hey, stop the attack, okay, Erich?  I’m not out to get you.”  “Like hell.”  “Look, Erich, you may think that I am one big son-of-a-bitch, but I’m not.  Believe me.  You have no idea what I am feeling right now.”  The hate was clearly evident in Erich’s eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bill had helped Erich walk to his house, he helped him to the sofa.  “You know, Erich, I seem to remember a bratty kid who couldn’t get enough of me, always tagging along, getting into my stuff.”  “Well, then, I guess you replaced me with those bratty kids of yours.  They are horrible, bratty kids, Bill, and you are a horrible father.”  Now Erich had gone too far.  Bill grabbed his face.  “You punk.  Those are my kids you’re talking about.”  Bill let go of Erich’s face with such force that Erich fell over.  Erich grabbed onto the side of the sofa to keep from hitting the floor.  “The truth hurts, doesn’t it, Bill?  Guess they won’t be staying with you much after the divorce.  We can’t have impressionable young children hanging out with a fag.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That comment earned Erich a slap across his face.  “Next time it will be my fist, so just shut the fuck up.”  “Okay, okay, I get it, Mr. Sensitivo.”  “Come on, Erich, you need to get to bed.  It’s late.”  “Not so fast, my good man.  First, you need to tell me why you have been stalking me.”  “I have not been stalking you, Erich.  I wanted to talk to you, away from here.”  “Well, looks like you are too late for that.  Guess you’ll just have to spill your guts right here on the farm.”  Bill began pacing back and forth.  He took his jacket off and tossed it on a chair.  “And why are you staying with me, anyway?  Your brother is just five kilometers from here.  It’s that way.  I’m sure he’s home.”  Erich gestured emphatically to emphasize the direction to Bill’s brother’s house.  Bill sat down.  “I don’t need another lecture on leaving my kids, and I certainly don’t need another lecture about going against the Catholic faith, which is what I would get from my brother.”  “Dad doesn’t know about your sexual adventures?”  “Very funny, Erich.  It’s not an adventure.  It’s who I am.”  “Why don’t you tell him, then, Bill?  Why don’t you tell your big brother that his baby brother is a fag?  Are you ashamed of who you are, Billy Boy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This erotic romance is available at Beau to Beau Books (click on title above) - as six files zipped (lit, lrf, mobi, epub, htm, pdf).&lt;/strong&gt;  Also available at Amazon US and UK, Bookstrand, Rainbow ebooks, All Romance ebooks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-5487131966057641054?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.beautobeau.com/MyUncLover.html' title='My Uncle&apos;s Lover, by Shannon Pearce'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5487131966057641054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-uncles-lover-by-shannon-pearce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/5487131966057641054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/5487131966057641054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-uncles-lover-by-shannon-pearce.html' title='My Uncle&apos;s Lover, by Shannon Pearce'/><author><name>S. 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Many of the Beau to Beau Books are now available in the Apple iBookstores.  To see individual iBookstores, &lt;strong&gt;simply go to the individual book page on the Beau to Beau website, and click on the corresponding Apple symbol&lt;/strong&gt;.  For example, &lt;strong&gt;click on the title link&lt;/strong&gt; on this blog to be taken directly to the book page for &lt;strong&gt;The Company Dad Kept&lt;/strong&gt;.  There you will see the Apple symbols for each iBookstore for this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to be a part of this &lt;strong&gt;Worldwide Marketplace&lt;/strong&gt;, but do not know how to convert your books to pass the &lt;strong&gt;"Apple"&lt;/strong&gt; test, e-mail us at &lt;strong&gt;info@beautobeau.com&lt;/strong&gt;, and we will convert them for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-8199021050952216572?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.beautobeau.com/TCDKbook.html' title='More Beau to Beau Books in the iBookstores'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8199021050952216572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-beau-to-beau-books-in-ibookstores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8199021050952216572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/8199021050952216572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-beau-to-beau-books-in-ibookstores.html' title='More Beau to Beau Books in the iBookstores'/><author><name>S. Wales</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08698816427698291374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336307353449249358.post-6485126061842006524</id><published>2010-08-18T04:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T04:25:32.373-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epub conversion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iBookstores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epubs'/><title type='text'>Bear Hugs now available in the iBookstores</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bear Hugs &lt;/strong&gt;is the latest book from Beau to Beau Books to be available in all five of the &lt;strong&gt;Apple iBookstores&lt;/strong&gt;.  More books are added each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E-mail us at info@beautobeau.com &lt;/strong&gt;if you would like your books included in the &lt;strong&gt;Apple iBookstores&lt;/strong&gt;.  Sales have exceeded our expectations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-6485126061842006524?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.beautobeau.com/BHbook.html' title='Bear Hugs now available in the iBookstores'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6485126061842006524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/bear-hugs-now-available-in-ibookstores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/6485126061842006524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3336307353449249358/posts/default/6485126061842006524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/bear-hugs-now-available-in-ibookstores.html' title='Bear Hugs now available in the iBookstores'/><author><name>S. 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Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TGpycBBOGlI/AAAAAAAAAZY/x89RpYPlCPs/s1600/Erotic+Scenes200x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtVMVBy41zg/TGpycBBOGlI/AAAAAAAAAZY/x89RpYPlCPs/s320/Erotic+Scenes200x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506339320049310290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clive has dreamed of working in film for as long as he can remember, and after years of bit parts and minor roles in off-off-Broadway plays, he has finally arrived to star in his first motion picture.  Clive’s agent and producer welcomes Clive to live in his home with him while he is shooting his film, and Clive is impressed by the lavish lifestyle of his mentor and cannot wait to be a part of this lifestyle that is enjoyed by the rich and famous.  Clive’s agent assures Clive that everything he has ever wanted can be his if he works hard and, more importantly, if he makes the right connections while he is here in Hollywood.  When Clive begins to explore the monstrosity of a house that belongs to his agent, he begins to wonder who his agent’s connections really are, and Clive also begins to wonder what exactly is expected of him as an actor in his movie debut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Clive, you made it.”  Clive gave his agent, Sebastian, a hug when they met up with each other in the airport.  “Damn, Sebastian, I thought you said you were in your fifties.”  Sebastian was very quick to correct Clive.  “I said mid forties, young blood, and out here I can look as young as I choose.”  Sebastian patted his cheeks to show off his latest nip and tuck.  “The best plastic surgeons in the world are right here in Los Angeles, California, my friend.”  “Well, ready to get a taste of the good life?”  “Lead the way,” Clive said.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian was very likeable, and not at all what Clive had expected.  Clive had expected some hotshot producer, but Sebastian seemed like an ordinary guy.  I sure hope he knows what he’s doing, Clive thought.  He has my career in his hands.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here we are,” Sebastian said, opening the door to an awaiting limousine.  “Don’t tell me this is yours.  It is rented, right?”  “No.  It is all mine, Clive.  My last film was a mega hit.  Did you see it?”  “I’m afraid I missed ‘Ladies in Waiting’,” Clive said, with a grin.  “Well, Clive, what’s your pleasure?” Sebastian asked, opening the bar in his limousine.  “Something light.  Gotta watch my waist.”  “Yes, you do, Clive,” Sebastian agreed, and poured them both a drink.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clive walked down the long hallway and back down the winding staircase, down the other half of the double staircase this time, and began exploring Sebastian’s house.  He walked to the back of the house, a walk which seemed to take forever, and on into the kitchen.  “This kitchen must make up half of the entire house.”  Clive slid his hand along the marble countertops.  The place was spotless and beautiful. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The den next to the kitchen was where Clive found the bar.  Pouring himself a drink, Clive looked at the very large photographs on the walls.  There were paintings and portraits of Sebastian all over the room.  Obviously taken when Sebastian was quite a bit younger, the portraits were very erotic, with Sebastian almost nude in several of them.  At the far end of the wall there were three portraits of Sebastian with three different men.  Damn, these are hot.  They looked as if they had been part of an adult film.  Is that how Sebastian made his money?  Is Sebastian a porn star even now?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clive awoke to the unmistakable sounds of sex.  Then he remembered that he hadn’t closed the doors to his suite.  There was no mistaking Sebastian’s deep husky voice.  Sebastian’s bedroom, or suite, must be at the other end of the hall, Clive thought.  Clive lay on his back and listened to the erotic sounds coming from just down the hall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian’s husky voice moaned, “Do me good, honey.  You will like my plump ass.  Lots to hold onto while you slide that hot throbbing cock of yours into my big hairy ass.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clive knew that Sebastian was gay, but Clive wasn’t sure if Sebastian knew that he was gay, too.  He has probably guessed it by now, Clive thought.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clive could hear everything that was being said as well as moaned in Sebastian’s suite, and it was making Clive horny.  Then Clive noticed the small flat intercom on the wall.  “Oh, man,” he said, and got up to make sure that the intercom was turned on.  It was on.  Clive turned up the volume.  Then he noticed the “screen on” button and pressed it.  “Damn!”  When Sebastian’s room came on the screen, Clive nearly fell over.  “Live porn.  How hot is this?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click above for the Link to &lt;strong&gt;Erotic Scenes at Beau to Beau (six files zipped) for your convenience&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;strong&gt;Click on the Entry at the Top of the Blog &lt;strong&gt;(Erotic Scenes)&lt;/strong&gt; for More Links&lt;/strong&gt;.  Also, the &lt;strong&gt;Beau to Beau page for Erotic Scenes &lt;/strong&gt;has direct links to each of the Amazon Kindle Stores, and even more options for purchase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3336307353449249358-4663681982169651145?l=beautobeaubooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.beautobeau.com/EroticScenes.html' title='Erotic Scenes, by B.J. 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