Thursday, October 1, 2015

Randy Talbot's Closet

As the fashion-conscious homosexual that I am, in my head I have a matching set of clothing for every man I've ever been with. And yes, "been with" is a euphemism for sex. Before recalling the men in my life, dragging them out of my closet and airing them on the line for all to see, I thought it would only be fair to have one of my past lovers describe me in clothing. What follows is his response, unedited and unapologetic, much like him: "In the closet of my love life, you would be a pair of fitted, designer blue jeans – expensive and engineered to accentuate the bits you're proud of while hiding the bits that you're not. Below the jeans would be a saucy pair of modern, black, Italian leather shoes, well-worn and perfect for dancing. Under the jeans is a pair of forty dollar Calvins. Above is a tailored pin-striped shirt that you bought to make yourself look taller. P.S. You're not short, you only think you are. The only accessory is a wristwatch that looks expensive but wasn't. You hate being late. You think the idea of Queer Standard Time is appalling and reinforces a bad stereotype. In fact, you insist on being early for everything and bounce around like a little waist-coated white rabbit when others make you late."
That's not how I would introduce myself, but that's the point. Before I start unabashedly gossiping about the men who have been in my life, in clothes and out, I thought it only fair to give myself the same treatment. Now comes the fun part. Without further delay, I present to you, in chronological order, the men in Randy Talbot's closet.

Se7en was an underground club and it sounded like the party was well underway by the time we got there. We grabbed each others' hands and went down the steamy, dark rabbit hole together.
"Cover is twenty dollars," the goth door attendant barked at us as he checked our IDs.
"Evan, didn't you say it shouldn't be more than ten?"
"Oh, tonight's our special anniversary," said the attendant, a crooked smile curling on his blackened lips. "Seven years at this location. It's quite the party in there."
We briefly discussed going somewhere else, but we were already there, so we bit the bullet, paid, got our hands stamped, and crossed into the unknown. The thick, inky satin curtain dividing coat check from the rest of the club may as well have been a wormhole into another universe. We froze before taking three steps inside and surveyed the landscape: black leather harnesses, vinyl clothing, rubber gloves, glow sticks, back hair, chains, and gasmasks paraded before us under a shifting net of green laser lights that zapped through a fog of dry ice and perspiration. Then there was us. I wore my standard "little black dress" – a black spandex t-shirt and fitted black slacks. Evan wore a skin-tight metallic gold t-shirt and jeans, and Andy's outfit was something like mine.
"Oh!" Evan exclaimed, clasping his hands together like some kid on Christmas morning. "This is going to be sooooo much fun!" He bounced into the room and introduced himself to a rather hirsute man in ass-less chaps. The remaining three of us huddled together, looking at each other with our mouths agape.
The night didn't go badly at all. Evan and I stuck together for pretty much the entire night and he eventually poured enough liquor down my throat to get me dancing to the hellish trance music. By midnight, hunky Kevin was wearing a dog collar and getting led around by an enormous muscular man who might have been around thirty, and he seemed to be enjoying it. Andy had his face covered with neon war paint and was chatting with a svelte young man whose nipples were pierced and chained together. Another chain ran down his torso and disappeared behind the waist of his black leather pants where I imagine it was attached to something else.
Evan only left my side once to go to the washroom. By that time we had already shared many kisses, but when he got back he seemed a little too energized. I could tell he was into me before, but whatever he had downed in the washroom shattered what was left of his inhibitions. It was all I could do to keep him out of my pants while we were on the dance floor. And don't misunderstand. The attraction was by no means one-way. Evan was one hot little number. But what I found most attractive about him that night was his voice. He had a resonant, youthful voice with a bit of a rasp to it.
Last call came and went. Andy had already left on the arm of an exotic-looking creature with a green mohawk. Kevin had lost his "owner" but retained his collar and a phone number. The three of us split a cab back to campus. Evan was all over me in the back seat and I can't say I was doing much to stop him.
"Geez, get a room, you two," said Kevin.
"That's the plaaaaaaan," said Evan, taking a break from tonguing my ear. "Besides," he said, sliding his hand under my shirt. "You don't know where my dorm is. And, right now, neither do I." Then he laughed like he had just cracked the funniest joke ever.
"So I guess if I don't want you sleeping in the bushes, you're coming home with me."
"That's riiiiiiight," he cooed in my ear.

“Randy Talbot’s Closet,” humorous m/m erotic romance by Randy Talbot, is available from Apple, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, Google, and Coffeetime Romance. Paperback available from Amazon. Our website is

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Leigh Ellwood: Daring Destiny and First Ladylove #lesfic

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Last last year Kate Richards got in touch with me with the idea of putting together an anthology/box set of all lesbian romances. Was I interested? If you've heard of me, you know F/F is one pairing I write often. I have a single-author collection, She Loves Me, and one of the first F/F stories from ARe Books, The Sweetest DareI also edited a collection of lesbian erotica, Coming Together: Girl on GirlBoth anthologies were finalists for the GCLS Goldie Awards, celebrating excellence in lesbian fiction and non-fiction. So yeah, I have good luck with collections. :-)

Knowing the lineup of the anthology - Kate, Anastasia Vitsky, KT Grant, Annie Anthony, Jessica E. Subject, and Cathy Pegau - I definitely wanted to be included. All I needed now was a story. o.O

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000026_00032]For "Daring Destiny," I went back to my old stomping grounds, so to speak. I have this series, rechristened Home to Dareville, which consists of five core novels and several stories. The pairings vary - M/F, M/M, F/F, and some menage - because at the end of the day the stories are set in the same area, and just like any town there are different people. For the longest time I had a WIP for the series in a folder; I'd hit a wall on it but didn't want to discard it (NEVER throw anything away). Now with a deadline looming, I decided to see how I could mold it for this collection.

I'd set "Daring Destiny" at a winery just outside town. Virginia is full of vineyards and wineries - I visit them often and my house is overflowing with Virginia Viognier and Cab Francs. I had wanted to include a winery in Dareville for some time, and I thought why not make the owner and the chief winemaker women? It's really not that uncommon for this area. The owner, a widow, is content to live alone but lonely at times. The winemaker, forever pining, decides to make a move.

From there the story took on new life, and at a point where I thought I'd be stuck forever...I now have a new story to share!

Take a chance on ladylove with this collection. There's something for readers for lesbian romance to enjoy.

About Daring Destiny

Clara has waited the appropriate length of time since Shannon’s death to tell her widow, Desi, that she loves her. Desi doesn’t feel ready to move on, and Clara is determined to help change her mind.

(Note: This story doesn’t need to be read in any particular order in the Home to Dareville series.)

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Ride Your Luck by KC Kendricks

(Modern cowboy)

Regan Oakley’s luck ran out. After a stint in rehab, he’s putting his life back together without the booze. What he thinks is an old friend’s charity is really a plea for help. There’s trouble at the Bar RC Ranch and the friend’s son is in the middle of it. Regan takes one look at Wythe Carver and knows that young man isn’t the only one with his world turned upside down.

Wythe Carver’s life took a strange turn. Suspected of murdering the ranch foreman, he’s hanging on, one day at a time. The person who could alibi him has disappeared and Wythe can’t find him. To make matters worse, his prize stallion is loose on the range. Complicating his life even more, his father called an old friend to come help out at the ranch. One look at Regan Oakley is all Wythe needs to know it’s going to get hot at night. 

Regan sets out to find the truth of what happened that night at the Bar RC. He’s sure Wythe is innocent, and he’s just as sure he has no business getting involved with the boss’s son. With no solid proof to clear Wythe, Regan needs to ride his luck to get to the truth and keep Wythe by his side.


I hustled a glowering Wythe out the door. The moment it closed behind us he shook me off.
“I’ll do what the hell I want to do about my horse.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. You need to learn when to smile, nod, and do what you want to do anyway.”
“Is that what you do, hot shot?”
“When necessary, and it was back there in the kitchen. Now what other tricks does Shorty know?”
Wythe smiled broadly and slowly shook his head.
“Fucking smartass.” I grinned back at him.
We stepped into the dimly lit barn, bumping shoulders and telling each other to fuck-off back and forth. I stopped at Shorty’s stall and made a kissing noise at the dozing beast.
Wythe froze and the sudden look of yearning on his face brought me up short. I glanced around. We appeared to be alone. I kept my voice low.
“Don’t look at me like that, cowboy. You’re my employer’s son.”
He swallowed, the muscles in his neck moving tightly. He licked his lips and my mouth went dry.
“They told me about you, Regan. And they told me you were particular about who you fucked and not to make a run at you because it would put you in an awkward spot since I am John’s son. But you do want me. I felt it back on the patio.”


“That’s fucking amazing.” I drank a few mouthfuls of coffee to get the dry granola all the way down. “Much action out here on the range?”
He chuckled softly. “A lot more than you’d think. The Bar RC employs thirty-seven people. Nine of the hands are gay.”
“Seriously? I really don’t have adequate gaydar and that proves it.” I finished the coffee he’d shared and handed the cap back to him. He screwed it on the thermos and set the jug aside.
“I’ve had a little fun along the way but most of the guys avoid me because I’m the boss’s son. Same thing you’re doing, Regan, and you don’t have to.”
“If I thought that were true, we’d see how we do together right now.”
I took a deep breath. I would burn in my own hell for doing this but I had to have one little taste of him.
Wythe was sitting cross-legged while I was propped up on an elbow. I reached up and grabbed his shoulder. He didn’t resist as he toppled to the grass beside me. I seized the advantage while he was off balance and body-pinned him to the ground beneath me. His gorgeous blue eyes went wide and wild. I ran my thumb over his lower lip. The part of me that acted as a conscience was mute. I wanted him. I ached with it but all I could risk was one kiss.
“Never call me a liar, boy.”
I lowered my mouth to his. Heat shot through me at the first touch of his soft lips quickly followed by overwhelming surprise. My cock hardened in a few wonderful, throbbing heartbeats. I jerked away and stared at him. He licked his wine-colored lips as his intense gaze held me.
I narrowed my eyes at him and remembered to inhale.
“Never call me a coward, boy.”
“And never call me a ‘boy’ again.”
He cupped the back of my head and pulled me down to him. I opened my lips and his warm, silky tongue slid over mine. Little stars sparkled in my dark vision while images of him naked danced in my mind. The mingled scents of warm, overheated male layered with horse, expensive leather, and crushed green grass filled my lungs. Hot and skilled, his hands were on me, stripping my shirt over my head. I yanked his shirt out of his jeans and worked it off him. Bare chest to bare chest we rolled. Wythe rose above me. I took a deep breath and pointed.
“You can take your hat off.”
He shook his head and I saw the sudden hesitation in him.
“I’m sorry, Regan. I thought…I’m not leading you on. I swear. I mean, don’t over think this but maybe I need to slow down.”
Him and me both.
“I’m not some young buck, Wythe. I don’t have the wrong impression about anything here.”
It was the utter truth. That kiss hit me right in the gut. I’d be a fool to pursue Wythe Carver but it was too late. The only way to walk away from him was to leave the Bar RC.
And he needed to slow down? Of course he did. Wythe felt it too but he didn’t know what to do about it.
Luckily, I did. I held my hands up to him and he laced his fingers through mine.
“Slow is good, Wythe. Okay, so we’re two guys with a bad case of curiosity about each other. We have to work together on a daily basis. It wouldn’t be good for us to get all tangled up in our heads over sex.”
I eased him forward and he came willingly to rest on my chest. I was certain the birds were chirping and the brook babbling but all I heard was his breathing and the thumping beat of my heart as he touched his lips to my neck…


KC Kendricks

Friday, September 11, 2015

Falling Free


Tony, a young man kicked out of the house by his homophobic father, tries to survive in the streets, accepting any opportunity that life offers him and confusing sex with love. Shady characters who want him only for sex is the only life he knows until he meets Jay. Jay is different. He loves Tony. But Tony’s past haunts him and he hopes it never catches up with him.

“My name is Lucas,” the artist said. “You can call me Luc.”
Luc was handsome, and Tony followed him to his apartment. Paintings were stacked against all four walls, along with paint cans, wooden frames, and rolls of canvases. Luc was sitting behind an easel, ready to work. He looked at Tony, and noticing that he had nothing but a towel around his hips, he smiled. He began to draw a sketch and time passed slowly. Tony thought of his past that seemed so dirty, and his present didn’t seem better. He knew that Luc would put down his pencil, come up to him, take the towel off… Tony knew the scheme in detail. The thought made him blush and smile.
“Please, don’t smile,” Luc said.
Tony sighed.
“Tired?” Luc asked. “I can see that you can’t keep your eyes open. Let me show you to the bed.” Tony followed Luc to the bedroom, trying to predict his next move. “Choose any side,” Luc said and left him alone.
In a week spent in Luc’s apartment, nothing happened between them, which puzzled Tony. He saw the way Luc looked at him. What was he waiting for?
Wanna have a look?” Luc asked when the picture was almost finished.
Tony stood up and went to Luc.
“I will call it, ‘The Morning’.”
The picture was very simple and seemed absolutely innocent, but Luc could put into it so many emotions that there was no any other possible rendering as…‘morning.’
Tony smiled. The picture was amazing.
Luc set the picture along the wall to dry. There were more sexually explicit pictures stacked by the walls, but Tony found himself thinking that if any picture would make him blush, it would be this one. Without thinking what he was doing, he put his hand on Luc’s shoulder.
“Go to sleep,” Luc said.
Tony went to the bedroom while Luc slowly cleaned the brushes and screwed the lids on the paint cans. Tony was confused. He didn’t know why Luc wasn’t trying to get into his pants. ‘Maybe he’s not gay. But I could swear…’ He was lying on his back staring at the wall and didn’t hear Luc enter the room. Luc came closer. Tony felt his hand on his shoulder and turned toward him.
Luc leaned in and whispered, “I can do it the way no one has ever done it to you before.”
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Saturday, September 5, 2015

Mon Trois - Book 5 N'awlins Exotica Paranormal

One final test for Ryland Durand…
Ryland Durand has slayed his vampire father Gren’s killer, overcome his own fears of being in the public eye, and currently seeks to further his writing career by putting his work in print. Now however, he faces yet another challenge; convincing Dale Mooney and Ryder to be his eternal lovers.
Ryder has been at his right hand since day one, but feels Dale Mooney is infringing on their close relationship spanning over three centuries. Ryder asks for Valios’ assistance to get Dale Mooney out of the picture permanently, but fails.
Dale cannot deny he’d prefer to be alone with Ryland, but is willing to go along with the idea. He feels less important to Ryland and wishes for him to clarify his place in the union.
Due to Ryder’s attempt on Dale’s life, Ryland decides to leave for an extended vacation so Dale and Ryder could figure things out on their own. Ryder’s jealousy over Ryland nearly backfires, causing Dale to make a life threatening choice.
Will the three of them overcome these huge hurdles or will jealousy permanently destroy their eternal union?
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Pre DADT Repeal…
Jaded by his lover leaving him for a woman, Camdyn Hardy is looking for love and partnership. When he goes to the local shooting range, he only wants to let off a little steam, but meeting Malik Day, a discharged army serviceman is a welcome surprise.
Malik’s issues go farther than just a lack of love. Discharged for defending a fellow gay soldier got him kicked out of the Army and back at home with his bible thumping parents. When Malik meets Camdyn, the sparks are there, but both of them are too afraid to make their desires known to each other.
After several conversations and dates, Camdyn and Malik are hot for one another and ready to take the next step. When they do, they discover they have a lot more in common than just a need for a committed relationship.

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Blurb: Zane Ashford’s stint in the NYPD comes to an abrupt halt when he is injured in the line of duty. After waking up partially blind in one eye, all he wants to do is crawl into a hole, but his friends and family won’t leave him alone. Reluctantly, he lets his best friend talk him into time away on a ranch in Montana. But the moment he gets there and meets Cyrus Abrams, Zane begins to contemplate murder.
Cyrus Abrams is vulgar, ornery, stuck in his ways, and not about to change for anyone, no matter how good Zane Ashford looks in those jeans. The more they lock horns, the more Cyrus begins to see Zane in a whole new light.  But Cyrus has a past, one that left him in big trouble and more broken than he cares to admit—a past no one told Zane about. Cyrus fears that when Zane finds out, everything will come to a screeching halt.
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On the Run is the first book in the PROTEKT series! 
Tag line - Who would’ve thought that a British hitman would fall in lust at first sight with an American felon? It could become deadly for both.
Aiden Moriarty is a Florida ‘herbalist’ who developed a performance enhancing drug many athletes have used. One of them is baseball star Ivan Salerno, who was caught using the drugs and is now on the brink of getting suspended. Because of Ivan’s connections with a rogue mob boss, Aiden is taken into a witness protection program, working along with baseball higher ups until he testifies.
The mob boss, Augustine Ora, has hired former British military officer and his best hitman, Devlin ‘Brit’ Crawford, to do the job. Ora has instructed Devlin to go to Miami, kidnap Aiden and take him to the local airport to be transported to Havana ,Cuba, to be executed by Ora’s top officers.
However, when Devlin receives the email, the pictures of the blue-eyed felon catch his eye and he is moved to go in a different direction. Instead of delivering Aiden to the airport, he has thoughts of taking him away and saving him from Ora’s wrath.
This move puts him, Aiden, as well as his assistant Miranda Ashley in huge danger. Will Devlin keep Aiden safe despite the odds or will he fail, causing Ora and his men come after him?
Release on 10/5/15

Friday, September 4, 2015

Larry Weston: Complete & Uncut

Larry Weston: Complete and Uncut                     
Duncan More

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“Complete and Uncut.” That was exactly how Larry liked the men he bedded. Making his way in the world, he is hired at an Italian restaurant where the waiters are as spicy as the cuisine. A sexy boss with an unquenchable desire for his waiters, as well as a regular customer always in the company of young men and looking for more, and Larry’s job takes some interesting turns, and ultimately leading him to a place he never thought he would be.

“You’ve sort of taken him under your wing, eh? Just like a robin watching her young take their first flight.”

“Sort of. I think he has the potential to be really good at this, and I want to make sure his first solo is successful.”

“Well, go for it. Just don’t hit on him.”

“I had no intention. I don’t know how he’d take it.”

He found Larry standing at the waiter’s station waiting for his first order to be fixed. “How’s it going so far?”

“Pretty good. Except I think he was trying to hit on me.”

“You don’t have to think about it. He was. He likes his men young, and you’re his type.”

They approached the table, and Larry was flawless in his introductory service. He had the beverages to them promptly, took their table order, and keyed in the data for the kitchen. He returned with Mr. Boggs’ food containers, processed the credit card, and was shocked to find a twenty dollar bill stuck in his hand as Mr. Boggs rose from the table. “Good service, young man. I’ll see you again.”

Larry didn’t notice the thumbs up sign Mr. Boggs gave Mr. Trathan as he left.

The rest of the night went rather smoothly.

“Great job, Lorenzo,” Mr. Trathan said as Larry and Marco left the restaurant at closing.

“Where’s your car?” Larry asked, not seeing the green Ford where Marco usually parked.

“I’m being picked up. Now look, there’s one thing I have to tell you about Mr. Trathan. How much did you make in tips tonight?”

“Eighty-five dollars.”

“That’s good for a slow Monday. On a weekend, you’ll probably grab at least two bills per night. Once you get used to making that kind of money, Mr. Trathan will ask you to come in early one afternoon and he’s going to ask you if you want to keep your job? That’s when he’ll put the moves on you. If you comply, you keep your job. If you don’t, you’re history.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because he did that with me.”

“I see. Thanks for the heads up. But that’s no problem. I like sex with guys, especially if they’re uncut.”

“So do I now, because of Mr. Trathan…oh, here comes the car. Let me introduce you to Lance. He’s my husband of two years.”

Monday, August 31, 2015

Back In Print After Almost 40 Years: The Surreal Feminist SF Classic, PASSING FOR HUMAN By Jody Scott

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Considered by i09 as "One Of The 10 Weirdest Science Fiction Novels That You've Never Read" Digital Parchment Services, and the estate of Jody Scott, is thrilled to announce the republication of Passing For Human!

"I liked Passing for Human." –Neil Gaiman

Passing For Human is the beginning of The Benaroya Chronicles trilogy, continued in the soon-to-be-released I, Vampire and concluding with Scott's never-before-published final book in the series!

"A joyously and at times scatologically tangled Satire of the post-industrial Western world from a Feminist point of view that wittily verges on misandry." -The Encyclopedia of Science Fiction

Passing for Human Or
Who Isn't Afraid Of Virginia Wolf?
A 36-foot
Extraterrestrial "dolphin"
In the role of:
"Brenda Starr"
"Emma Peel"
Mary Worth
And a happy New Guinea hoptoad

With an all-star cast including
Abraham Lincoln
Jennison, the Kansas Jayhawker
Heidi's Grandfather
General George S. Patton
The Los Angeles Police Department
The Prince Of Darkness
The Royal Canadian Mounted Police
Ancient Egypt
The Isle of Capri
Interstellar Station 8
Four billion newly created people
And several hundred Richard Nixons

When a dolphin-like alien comes to Earth disguised in a female human body, it sets the stage for a wild feminist romp that out stranges Stranger in a Strange Land!

"The pace of the story never lets up, yet it finds room for serious contemplation of humanity’s woes. The style is easy, with an edge of noir. The central character is a bit of a tough girl which, mixed with her naivety about humans, makes for an intriguing and likeable character. Especially as she (in common with the other aliens) inhabits bodies she has chosen from Earth culture – Brenda Starr, Emma Peel, and Virginia Woolf. Who could not like that, especially the final scenes in which Virginia Woolf is involved in a running gun battle. The humor, pace, and wry observation make this a rare and wonderful beast – a serious science fiction novel that doesn’t take itself seriously."
– Graeme K Talboys, grumbooks Review

"The novel leaps along with an energy and a disregard for convention that reminds me a little of genre outsiders like Barry Malzberg and possibly Josephine Saxton in that this reads like a romp through the Collective Unconscious. A closer comparison might be with the early novels of Ishmael Reed who shares with Scott a vitriolic contempt for seemingly all and everything, sniping and satirizing hilariously along the way.  Jody Scott’s wild imagination, seemingly scattershot but tightly controlled, makes Passing For Human an absurdly comic romp of unexpected juxtapositions and witty asides. Good examples of what SF can do when it steps out of its comfort zone, and of how women’s SF can challenge the genre assumptions by challenging its tropes and its language. Take a look, see what you think."
– Performative Utterance

This Strange Particle Press release features Barry N. Malzberg's original 1977 introduction, and a special forward by Jody Scott's heir and life partner, Mary Whealen.

Passing for Human (The Benaroya Chronicles) By Jody Scott


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