Below are three contemporaries, two with a paranormal elements, in which the patience, persistence, and courage of unassuming men become the salvation of those they love.
Bastards and Pretty Boys
A lakeside summer idyll, a budding romance
. . . and jealousy gone horribly awry.
Charles Larkin is finally happy with his
life. For the most part. He’s happy with his new summer getaway—a
rustic cottage he just bought on a small Wisconsin
lake. He’s happy that his ex-wife, whom
he divorced because he couldn’t play straight anymore, has become one of his
best friends. He’s happy he can breathe again.
It’s only Kenneth, Charlie’s boyfriend of
five months, who makes this new life less than completely satisfying. Charlie feels they’ve never been quite right for
each other, and Kenneth cements that conviction when he makes a disturbing
confession. Charlie knows their time
together is quickly coming to an end.
Problem is, Kenneth doesn’t know it. And he tends to be rather
possessive.
Planning to spend a quiet, relaxing two or
three weeks at his cottage, Charlie is less than thrilled to notice that his
nextdoor neighbor is one hell of a looker.
He doesn’t need that kind of distraction.
Only, Booker isn’t going anywhere, and he
isn’t that easily ignored. And neither is his unexpected, none-too-savory
baggage. And neither, for that matter, is Charlie's. But when two people care enough about each
other, they figure out how to help carry such baggage . . . or cast it aside.
* * *
Fugly
What happens to a young man's self-image, and his sex
life, when he wakes up one morning to see his good looks significantly altered
for the worse? Three twenty-something
gay friends--an embalmer, a performance coach, and a literary agent--find out
the answer when they hit on the wrong patron of a club one night.
Todd, Fallon, and Jake, aka the Hunt Club, think they're
pretty damned hot. As a result, their standards for worthwhile hook-ups are
appallingly superficial. The men aren't
total jerks; they just need an adjustment in perspective. And they get it, in
spades, from a mysterious stranger who's sick of seeing his beautiful partner
pawed by dogs.
There’s no medical explanation for the hideous rash that erupts
on the trio overnight. Doctors can’t even detect it, much less cure it. Still,
the Hunt Club’s mirrors reflect ravaged faces, and the toned, handsome guys
they normally pursue now shun them.
As the vulnerability that’s always lurked beneath their vanity
begins to surface, Todd, Fallon, and Jake begin to see themselves and potential
partners in a new light. Little did they know that in the eyes of three
ordinary, overlooked men on the sidelines of their lives, it's always
been the heart that’s mattered far more than the hot.
* * *
Carny's Magic
Carny Jessup here. Let me tell you a little about myself.
The best part of my life began when my aunt’s homophobic squeeze smashed his
fist into my face. This time, I didn't just take it. I already knew a wizard
named Jackson Spey lived on my side of town, so I figured I’d turn things
around by becoming his apprentice.
Problem was, Spey didn’t want an apprentice. He was going through a midlife crisis. All he wanted was to build beautiful furniture and live in peace with his beautiful husband, Adin. He still took me in, though. Guess he felt sorry for me. And he was really intrigued by the red paths I’d been seeing in the air.
Hey, I’m only 19, so how could I have foreseen the rest? That I’d fall for a breathtaking boy named Peter, who was at the center of some strange magic tied to Jackson’s past. And I’d have to deal with a sorcerer named Bezod, an evil pig who plagued all four of us and threatened to destroy our relationships.
Sometimes you just have to fight for what’s right. Like love. I might’ve been new to the boyfriend gig and Jackson might’ve been a reluctant wizard, but when the time came, we were ready to kick some supernatural ass.
Problem was, Spey didn’t want an apprentice. He was going through a midlife crisis. All he wanted was to build beautiful furniture and live in peace with his beautiful husband, Adin. He still took me in, though. Guess he felt sorry for me. And he was really intrigued by the red paths I’d been seeing in the air.
Hey, I’m only 19, so how could I have foreseen the rest? That I’d fall for a breathtaking boy named Peter, who was at the center of some strange magic tied to Jackson’s past. And I’d have to deal with a sorcerer named Bezod, an evil pig who plagued all four of us and threatened to destroy our relationships.
Sometimes you just have to fight for what’s right. Like love. I might’ve been new to the boyfriend gig and Jackson might’ve been a reluctant wizard, but when the time came, we were ready to kick some supernatural ass.
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