Thursday, June 5, 2014

And the winners are...

The Let It Ride blog ride has officially come to the end of the trail. I hope everyone had as much fun as I did, with all the guesses to the drawing, as well as all the favorite cowboys. John Wayne was definitely at the top of the list, and there were so many fabulous characters people loved. I love them all. :-)

So, with the help of a handy-dandy little random generator, I have winners for the tour goodies! Congratulations, everyone - emails coming to you all!

1 ebook from my backlist: Jill
1 signed print copy of Long Tall Drink: Lori
1 original graphite pencil drawing, by me: Jen

YEEHAW!

I'd like to shout out a big thank you to all of you who braved saddle sores and a week of cookout beans for dinner to join me on this little trail ride, and to everyone who was gracious enough to let me stop by their blogs. You all made it rock! <3

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Saddle Up and Let It Ride!

Yeehaw! It's officially Let It Ride release day!

In celebration I have a big tour planned and of course, goodies! No tour would be complete without giveaways, so for three lucky readers I'm offering....

COWBOYS IN PIXELS: One ebook copy of any title in my backlist. Open to worldwide entries.

COWBOYS IN PRINT: One signed paperback copy of Long Tall Drink, the extended edition. Open to worldwide entries.

COWBOYS IN PENCIL: One original 8” x 10” graphite pencil artwork by yours truly. The finished artwork will be revealed on the last stop of the tour on Tuesday, June 3. Entries are limited to US and Canada residents only.

What do you have to do to win? Just follow along on the tour (schedule below) and answer one or both of these questions in the comments section:
1 – Who is your favorite cowboy of all time—fictional or real, past or present? Mine is Clint Eastwood as “Blondie” from The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly movies. ;-)
2 – Give me your best guess on what the pencil drawing is of—cowboys are a given so you’ll have to be a bit more creative. ;-)
Contest closes at midnight Pacific Time, on June 4th. Winners will be drawn randomly on Thursday, June 5th.

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The Big Tour Schedule

May 26, 2014 - Rainbow Gold Reviews
May 27, 2014 - Long and Short Reviews
May 28, 2014 - The Jeep Diva
May 29, 2014 - Prism Book Alliance
May 29, 2014 - Up All Night, Read All Day - Spotlight Stop
May 30, 2014 - Devilishly Delicious Book Reviews
June 1, 2014 - Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews
June 2, 2014 - Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words - Spotlight Stop
June 2, 2014 - That's What I'm Talking About - Spotlight Stop
June 3, 2014 - Love Bytes Reviews - Spotlight Stop
June 3, 2014 - Thorny, Not Prickly

And now how about a little excerpt to kick things off? Here's part of chapter one. Enjoy!

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The Excerpt

Bridge leaned forward in his seat and gripped the wheel a little tighter. Not to keep the equine RV under control as he steered onto the rodeo grounds at Folsom, but to keep from jumping clean out of his hide. Blood pounded through his veins so fast his skin tingled and his brains felt loose and floaty inside his skull. Then there was the herd of wild horses charging through his stomach, leaving a jittery mess of exposed nerves in their wake. Anticipation overload. Thank God he hadn’t drunk any coffee this morning or he’d probably be having a coronary right about now.

“Wanna share?”

Kent’s voice jolted Bridge out of his thoughts, but he hoped the truck bouncing through a pothole just then masked his surprise. The big Dodge lurched again when the trailer hit the same hole, and a loud thud let him know the horses weren’t too happy about it either. He shot a quick glance at Kent, who sat in the passenger seat watching him, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, cowboy hat low on his brow, but there was an amused lift to his mouth.

Bridge returned his focus to the driveway. Folsom’s rodeo grounds were part of a park that sat along the banks of the American River. A densely tree-lined road led the way to the main spectator parking area and then wrapped around behind the arena to the designated lot for competitors and crew, which was half-hidden by more trees. The first lot was empty, as he’d expected, but he didn’t have a clear view of the one behind yet. Damn trees were going to make him wait until the last minute to see if Eric’s truck was already there.

He managed to keep his voice casual. “Share what?”

“Why you’re smiling,” Kent said. “I know you didn’t get laid last night, so what is it?”

Damn. Bridge hadn’t realized he’d been smiling like a crushing high schooler.

He cast another sideways look at Kent and shifted in his seat. Well. It’s like this, Kent. I get to see Eric again today—for four whole days, actually—and I’m really excited because I’ve been having erotic dreams about him for months now, and maybe if I’m lucky, it wasn’t all fantasy and I really will get laid this weekend.

But he couldn’t spill that out of the blue without some sort of preamble, could he?

“I’m just looking forward to getting back at it,” he said instead, steering his rig around the far side of the arena.

“I am too, but this is only a preseason clinic. Nothing to get that excited about.” Kent’s tone said he didn’t buy Bridge’s answer for a second. Bridge had known he wouldn’t. The annual rodeo school was a great way to teach greenhorns a few things and introduce new cowboys to the sport. Kent taught roping sessions, and Bridge and Marty worked pickup, as well as ran a session on their profession. And while it was fun, it wasn’t that exciting. Not unless he was the greenhorn. “And this is far from your first rodeo, cowboy.”

“I know. I’m just excited to see the guys again. Marty and Tripp.” Bridge rolled his hands on the wheel. “And Eric. It’s been too long.”

“Yeah, it has.” Kent finally turned his attention to the grounds in front of them, and Bridge felt Kent’s all-too-observant stare fall off him as if it had been a brick sitting on his chest. But the feeling was fleeting. The sense of lightness that had him on the cusp of floating out of his seat the whole drive left him when he pulled into the parking area and found it empty. His body sank back into the seat like a deflating balloon.

“Told you we’d be the first ones here,” Kent said. “I don’t know why you were in such a rush to get going, especially since this is pretty much our backyard.”

Bridge ignored his best friend and guided the rig toward the back of the grass lot and parked. Kent hopped out of the cab, and Bridge hung back for a second to release a long breath before following. “Chill, dude,” he mumbled to himself. “It’s just Eric.”

He huffed a short laugh and shook his head. There was nothing just about Eric Palmer. He took another deep breath and ran his hands over his thighs, then exited the truck and met Kent at the back of the rig. Together, they went about their practiced routine of unloading the horses and tethering them to hooks welded along the outside of the trailer. Once the horses were secure, Kent climbed up the short ladder on the side of the big fifth wheel.

“You’re going to tell me what’s had you practically whistling like a kid on his way to Disneyland the last few days.” Kent’s disembodied voice carried down from the roof of the rig, followed by a grunt. The trailer rocked, and Bridge jumped back when a bale of alfalfa came flying at him without warning, landing where he’d just been standing.

Kent peered over the edge, a cocky grin on his face. Bridge glared up at him. “Dude. That was a bit close.”

Kent snorted and put his hands on his hips. “Met a new girl, right?”

“What? No.” He shook his head. “There’s no girl.” He pulled a Swiss Army knife from his belt loop and leaned down to slice the baling twine. “I told you. Just excited to get on with rodeo season.”

“Which doesn’t officially start for another two weeks.”

True, but he wasn’t ready to share what had him feeling like a five-year-old on Christmas Eve yet. He had to see Eric first. Make sure he wasn’t building up some wild imaginary love affair that would never exist beyond a few crazy dreams. Okay, there’d been a lot more than a few dreams, and the only crazy thing about them was how much he wanted them to come true, but still . . .

“Shut up and throw down another bale.”

Kent disappeared from view, but his laugh echoed across the empty lot. Bridge began splitting leaves off the bale and putting them in the mesh feed bags they’d strung up between their five horses. Kent, a state champion steer wrestler, only needed one horse, but as a pickup man, Bridge worked all day every day and needed fresh horses with different abilities for specific events. Light, fast, and agile for the bronco and roping events, and a big, solid horse that could handle tangling with a two-thousand-pound beast, if it came to it, for the bull-riding events. In general, though, that was a scenario they all made a point of avoiding. His job was to make sure every cowboy and animal that entered the ring left it safely. Including himself.

The low rumble of a heavy-duty engine drew his attention just as Kent climbed down from the roof of the trailer.

“Here they are,” Kent said. Excitement laced his smooth voice, and Bridge had to laugh. He smacked the brim of Kent’s hat, knocking it askew.

“Who’s the excited one now?”

“Hey!” Kent adjusted his hat, shaking his head, and stepped over to stand beside him, bumping shoulders with him. Bridge smiled and threw an arm over his shoulder. Kent was a few inches shorter than him—about the same height as Eric—and he wondered if Eric would tuck under his arm as comfortably as Kent did.

They both waved as Marty approached in his own equine RV—not quite as big as Bridge’s because he only had four horses to haul, but still impressive. Marty angled his rig parallel to Bridge’s, cab to trailer so their doors opened to each other, as they always did, in their own circling-the-wagons kind of way. The tradition stemmed from when they’d first started working as pickup men, and some of the good old boys hadn’t been too keen on Marty’s out-and-proud presence, so they’d parked their rigs this way to create a safety barrier of sorts. After a few years, the regulars began to accept that Marty’s orientation had zero bearing on how well he did his job, and things, while not completely safe, were safer, but their parking habit remained the same.

Marty jumped down from the cab of his truck, a huge smile splitting his handsome face, and threw himself at Bridge. They were the same height, though Bridge packed more muscle and bulk, but that didn’t stop the air from whooshing from his lungs on impact. He stumbled back into one of his horses, who gave a disinterested swish of his tail and continued munching his hay. Bridge wrapped his arms around Marty and hugged him tightly.

“Man, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” Bridge said, his voice tight with emotion. They’d only seen Marty a few times since Marty and Tripp had gotten back together after a nasty breakup at the end of last season. It had been a tough time, but the two of them were working through and finding their happiness. And seeing Marty’s light shine so bright always had a way of reminding Bridge that all was right with the world.

Marty stepped back, holding Bridge’s arms by the biceps. His green eyes glittered with joy. “You’re looking good, B.”

He gave a squeeze, and then he let go, turning to wrap Kent up in another bone crusher of a hug.

“I miss seeing you guys all the time,” Marty said when he let Kent go.

“Same here, Smarts,” Bridge said, and Kent nodded.

Tripp hobbled up beside Marty. He’d never walk without a cane again, but he was moving with much more confidence now than the last time Bridge had seen them. Marty slid his arm around Tripp’s waist, and a light blush crested over Tripp’s cheeks, his mouth lifting in a shy, crooked smile. That was something Bridge never thought he’d see—Tripp accepting any kind of PDA, let alone acknowledgment of Marty in public—but he was damn glad for his best friend that Tripp had finally broken out of the closet. Bridge approved of this new more relaxed and expressive Tripp.

“Hey, Bridge.” Tripp held out his hand. “Good to see you again.”

“Screw that.” He knocked Tripp’s hand away and pulled him into a solid hug. They’d had their differences, but Tripp had earned his respect when he came out and made a stand for Marty. Even though it had cost him his career. “You’re family now, dude. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

Tripp laughed and stepped back, holding a hand up in surrender. “Okay, okay. I got it.” Then he turned and accepted a hug and playful smack on the back from Kent. Bridge caught Marty looking at him, his gaze warm and shiny, like tears might be brewing. Thank you, he mouthed. Bridge smiled back and nodded.

With greetings out of the way, they went back to setting up for the weekend, but he couldn’t really concentrate. Every ten minutes, he looked at his wristwatch. Every distant rumble of a vehicle engine had him inconspicuously peeking around the trailers.

The afternoon progressed slowly, and the sun began its determined descent toward the horizon, pushing long shadows out across the spring grass. The constant rise and drop of adrenaline in his system was beginning to wear on him. Maybe he’d saddle up Breeze and go for a ride along the river trail. Kill some time and try to settle his nerves. He lifted his hat and ran a hand through his hair, then turned around, and his heart shot into his throat, choking off the ability to breathe, speak, or even think.

Eric, the man of his dreams—literally—stood near the back of Marty’s rig looking way too sexy in worn jeans, sneakers, and a turquoise golf shirt fitting tight enough to show off the hard muscle beneath. His short-cropped, dark-blond hair sparkled like gold in the sun’s fading rays. A single dimple bracketed one side of a warm and friendly smile.

“Hey, guys.” Eric addressed them as a group, but his sharply accented voice coasted over Bridge like an intimate caress, sending a rush of heat southward to pool in his groin.

He hung back, rendered immobile by Eric, live and large just ten feet away from him, and watched while his friends greeted his walking wet dream one by one with hugs, backslaps, and smiles. He’d worried that he’d spent too long in his fantasies, that his imagination had blown everything out of proportion and he wasn’t really physically attracted to Eric, but the second the paramedic walked in his direction and engulfed him in a hearty hug, every doubt he’d ever entertained vanished. Feeling Eric’s body so close, the heat that radiated from him and bled into Bridge, and smelling the tantalizing spice-and-citrus scent of Eric’s cologne, proved his dreams were far from exaggerated. They had been nothing but a poor tease of the real thing.

He fought the urge to bury his nose in Eric’s neck, to suck an earlobe into his mouth, and to keep his body from showing just how happy he was to see Eric again, but he couldn’t let go of his living fantasy either. Eric broke the embrace first and looked up at him with those captivating eyes, so much more intense in person. “Good to see you again, Bridge.”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat, but his voice sounded a bit too deep and husky to his ears. “You too.” You don’t even know.

Oblivious to the raging hormones wreaking havoc on Bridge’s libido, Eric turned and clapped his hands twice. “Well, what the hell are you all standing around for? Let’s go get some grub and play some pool!”

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Let It Ride is available at Riptide Publishing, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, All Romance Ebooks, and Amazon

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The Blurb

Pickup man Bridge Sullivan is the kind of cowboy everyone wants—as a brother, a friend, a lover. People think he’s straight, but Bridge isn’t one for labels, and when a sexy male paramedic jumpstarts his heart, he charges in with all guns blazing.

New York City transplant Eric Palmer grew up in foster care. While he always had a roof over his head, he never felt love or a sense of belonging . . . until he joined the California rodeo circuit as a paramedic and found a band of brothers who took him in as one of their own. Now, one in particular is making Eric’s pulse race.

When things heat up between Bridge and Eric, Bridge has to prove to Eric he’s not just experimenting with the rougher sex, while Eric must overcome his fears of being unwanted and cast aside. He knows that trusting Bridge may be the key to his happy ever after, but getting in the saddle is much, much easier than learning to let it ride.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Sunday Snippet - Let It Ride

Ready for another Sunday Snippet from my upcoming release, Let It Ride? How about . . . the first kiss! :-)
I hope you enjoy!

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Bridge’s dreams hadn’t come close to the reality of kissing Eric Palmer. Not by a country mile. There was no way he could have imagined the silky smooth feel of Eric’s warm lips, the way day-old scruff brushed over his skin, the strong, wet slide of Eric’s tongue as it dueled with his, and holy hell, their tongues dueled! Never had he been on the receiving end of such an aggressive kiss, felt such demand to be so . . . consumed, so needed, and then there was the taste. Heady and spicy and it shot through his veins like liquid fire.

This. This was what he’d wanted. This was what he’d been looking for all his life. He knew in that moment, without a single doubt, he was head over heels for Eric, and there was no going back. Not now. Not ever.

Eric broke the kiss first and stepped back, lips glistening in the low light of the rodeo grounds, chest heaving. Tiny gossamer clouds puffed out into the space between them as their heated breaths collided with the cool night air. “You’re not alone here.” His thickly accented voice was low and ragged.

“Knew it.” Bridge smiled, forcing himself to stay still even as his skin felt tight on his bones and his fingers itched to pull Eric back against him. He didn’t know what to do next, only knew that he wanted more. More kisses like that, more of that unique flavor, more of that lean body notched so perfectly to his. They may have just crossed a line, but fuck if anything had ever felt more right than Eric in his arms.

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The Blurb:

Pickup man Bridge Sullivan is the kind of cowboy everyone wants—as a brother, a friend, a lover. People think he’s straight, but Bridge isn’t one for labels, and when a sexy male paramedic jumpstarts his heart, he charges in with all guns blazing.

New York City transplant Eric Palmer grew up in foster care. While he always had a roof over his head, he never felt love or a sense of belonging . . . until he joined the California rodeo circuit as a paramedic and found a band of brothers who took him in as one of their own. Now, one in particular is making Eric’s pulse race.

When things heat up between Bridge and Eric, Bridge has to prove to Eric he’s not just experimenting with the rougher sex, while Eric must overcome his fears of being unwanted and cast aside. He knows that trusting Bridge may be the key to his happy ever after, but getting in the saddle is much, much easier than learning to let it ride.

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Available for pre-order now at Riptide Publishing, in ebook or paperback.

Note: The above photo is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license. Photographer See-ming Lee.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Sunday Snippet - Let It Ride

Time to saddle up for another season on the rodeo circuit, ladies and gents! May 26th my cowboys are dusting off their boots for more adventures, this time with Bridge and Eric. I thought I'd kick things off with the first of four Sunday Snippets to bring us to release day. I hope you enjoy!

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Eric looked up and met Bridge’s stare across the table. The wheels were clearly turning in the man’s head, and there was a glint of humor in his expression. He reminded Eric of a big cat readying to pounce. He shifted slightly in his seat, wanting to be the mouse as much as he didn’t. “I’m afraid to ask.”

“I want to teach you to ride,” Bridge said, lifting the soda cup to his lips.

“Oh, believe me,” Eric said, pitching his voice low. “I know how to ride quite well.”

Bridge choked on the sip he’d just taken, his eyes widening while a flush spread over the swells of his cheekbones. Endearing, Eric thought, how Bridge could manage embarrassed and turned on at the same time. But also telling how quick Bridge had picked up on his meaning.

“A horse, stud,” Bridge said, his voice ragged from the reversed bubbles, and reached for a napkin to wipe the spilled cola from his chin, pooled right in that little cleft Eric kept wanting to slide his tongue into. “I can’t believe you’ve been hanging around the rodeo this long and haven’t ever ridden a horse.”

Eric shrugged, eyes following Bridge’s hand as he wiped. “I’m here for the cowboys.”

Bridge shook his head, furrowing his brow, and a disapproving frown pushed the corners of his mouth downward. “Seriously, dude. A cowboy without a horse is like a PB&J without the J.”

“I’ll have you know, there are a lot of cowboys in New York who don’t have horses.”

“Yeah, like that naked guy who plays guitar in Times Square? Please.” Bridge rolled his eyes and tossed the soiled napkin on the table beside his plate. “I saw him on YouTube. He’s no cowboy. Nice legs, though.”

Eric raised his eyebrows. How many straight guys did he know who said things like that? Answer: none. “Seriously? You were checking him out?”

“I can appreciate an attractive man,” Bridge said. There was a playful note in his voice, but there was no teasing in the heated, promising look he leveled on Eric. It was another one of those bells-and-whistles stares that didn’t need words to indicate what it meant, and his pulse quickened in response.

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The Blurb:

Pickup man Bridge Sullivan is the kind of cowboy everyone wants—as a brother, a friend, a lover. People think he’s straight, but Bridge isn’t one for labels, and when a sexy male paramedic jumpstarts his heart, he charges in with all guns blazing.

New York City transplant Eric Palmer grew up in foster care. While he always had a roof over his head, he never felt love or a sense of belonging . . . until he joined the California rodeo circuit as a paramedic and found a band of brothers who took him in as one of their own. Now, one in particular is making Eric’s pulse race.

When things heat up between Bridge and Eric, Bridge has to prove to Eric he’s not just experimenting with the rougher sex, while Eric must overcome his fears of being unwanted and cast aside. He knows that trusting Bridge may be the key to his happy ever after, but getting in the saddle is much, much easier than learning to let it ride.

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Available for pre-order now at Riptide Publishing, in ebook or paperback.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

FREE READ: Cottonwood Memories

Back in June, a dear friend of mine shared a bunch of photo plot bunnies for anyone who felt inspired to write something to them. One photo called out to me, Childhood Memories. I wondered what he was thinking, what memories the little teddy bear in his hands held. By the set of his shoulders, the expression of his body language, I got a sense of melancholy, maybe even loss.

A few days later I was in a parking lot surrounded by seeding cottonwood trees. As the cottonseed drifted like springtime snow I heard Avery shout, his voice excited and full of wonder, "Look, Brandon! It's snowing!"

And Cottonwood Memories began...

For Brandon going home isn't easy, but in order to move forward with his life with Zach, he needs to pay a visit to his first love, Avery.

Contemporary M/M romance • 2,900 words

Free download: MOBIePubPDF

PS - I should probably mention, a nearby box of tissues might be handy.

What He Says... Best Gay Movies

With Christmas right around the corner we thought this might be a good time to share a few favorite gay movies, and maybe help you with a few gifts. Here are some of the guys' top gay movies. I've got some on my list. :-) Happy shopping and movie watching!

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Stuart Wakefield:
In no particular order:

  • Brokeback Mountain. I howled, I tell you. HOWLED. I bought it on DVD but can’t bring myself to watch it. I read the short story, though, and howled a whole lot more.
  • Another Gay Movie. It made me laugh and I rediscovered what I think is the brilliance of Let The Music Play.
  • Latter Days. I think the look on the straight guy’s face after the blow-job is priceless. Also, I enjoy a modern romance.
  • Beautiful Thing. I saw the original play in London years before it ever became a movie. I guess I connect with this more because it’s British. I recognise these people, these feelings, these settings. The balance between the teen angst and the comedy got me right in the heart.
  • Maurice. “Have you called me, Sir? I know, Sir. I know, Sir.” This was possibly the first gay sex scene I ever saw and I’ll never forget it. The lavishness of the production struck a chord with me and it’s still a story that I often think about. I’m so glad it was finally published, let alone made into a film.
  • Trick. I feel warm and fuzzy just thinking about this film. If I meet someone who hasn’t seen it I stuff my copy into their hands hound them until they watch it. I think it’s funny, sexy, and smart. Como te gusta mi pinga? remains one of my favourite comedy songs and let’s not forget the bathroom scene with Coco Peru...
  • Suddenly, Last Summer. I’m in love with Montgomery Clift. It’s totally coincidental to me that the finale is gay but it’s the icing on the cake for me.
  • Rope. If I can’t have Montgomery Clift then give me Farley Granger. I could stare at his mouth all day long.
  • Apartment Zero. I fancied Hart Bochner in Supergirl but when I saw him in Apartment Zero, just after the sex/murder scene, I drooled. Also, Colin Firth’s character fancied Montgomery Clift so the deal was done. With its heavy homoerotic overtones I loved every minute of it.
  • The Crying Game. I rarely laugh out loud when I’m watching anything but “fuck off back to Essex, Dave” had me crying with laughter.

D.H. Starr:
I can’t possibly limit myself to 10 movies. So I won’t. Here are my top ten in order.

  • All Over the Guy: Awesome romance which follows two guys, each with issues like the rest of us, and they work their way together. One of the main characters is freakin’ gorgeous.
  • Latter Days: One of the most touching movies I have ever seen.
  • I Think I Do: I cute film which is pretty much a comedy, but sweet as well. It begins with the cast in college then it jumps forward and the gang reuintes at one of the couple’s wedding.
  • Stonewall: Found this movie on Netflix, watched it and immediately bought it. It is so fucking awesome. Timepiece in the age when the Stonewall riots were taking place. Country boy meets NYC drag-queen and falls in love.
  • Get Real: Saw this many years ago while rolling on a Memorial Day weekend at P-Town with friends. Still one of my favorite coming of age movies.
  • Kissing Jessica Stein: Very clever and well written/acted. Two lipstick lesbians hooking up is very cool.
  • Love, Valor, Compassion: Awesome movie, adaptation from Broadway play. Great cast. Follows a group of gay men who get together three times over the course of the summer at a lake house.
  • Torch Song Trilogy: First gay movie I ever watched. Made me feel so good. I cry every time I watch it.
  • Broken Hearts Club: Pretty famous cast and great relationship story. Adaptation from the play.
  • Beautiful Thing: Saw this coming of age movie when I was younger and loved it. Hot boys kissing.
Honorable Mentions
  • Almost Normal: Interesting story line. Not the most brilliant movie, but cute, light-hearted, but thought provoking.
  • East Side Story: Love it. The main character is hot and smart. Very cool movie.
  • The Birdcage: Need I explain?
  • But I’m a Cheerleader: Freakin’ awesome movie.
  • And the Band Played On: Important movie portraying the discovery of HIV/AIDS and the process of finding ways to control it. The time piece feels true to life.Longtime Companion: A time piece which explores life in a time when HIV/AIDS was known about but not much. It explores the pain of loss, the fear of dying, and the impact this disease had on the gay community back in the 80s.
  • Jeffrey: Another Broadway adaptation. Two hot guys who are both famous who play gay guys. Also deals with HIV/AIDS but in a time when the virus had become more controllable with medication.

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Your turn! We'd love to hear what some of your favorite movies are, and why. Happy holidays everyone and we'll see you next year!

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Thursday, November 7, 2013

What He Says... Photo Prompt

It's flash fiction time! In 100 words or less the guys tell us the story behind this photo. Then we want to read your story! <3


Edmond Manning:
Will he call me? Did he mean it when he said he cared about me? This photo witnesses the heartbreaking moment when a first sexual experience opens the heart to grief, joy, hope, and fear.




Damon Suede:
Watch your teeth. Wait-- Wait--- Yeah! That’s it.





D.H. Starr:
Naked and vulnerable, the young man walks to the window, the sensation from his first sexual experience still burning within him. The scent of his first lover, hints of cologne and sweat, linger in the room as the man gently pulls the curtain aside. As he watches his lover emerge from the building, he thinks to himself, Please, glance back. Let me know I meant something more than a fuck. As the figure quickens his pace, as if rushing from the scene of a crime, the man realizes his first time would never match the dreams from his boyhood.
(I swear I didn’t read Edmond’s until after I posted mine. How cool ours were so similar.)

Stuart Wakefield:
I can see him from here, sitting in the cold, waiting.

It had been a dark and stormy night (honestly, it really had) when I realised he’d followed me into that dark alley. What he took out of his pants stole the breath from my body. It was huge.

“I’ve seen you watching me so I’m going to give it to you good,” he smirked.

He put me in the hospital with that straightstick.

I can see him from here, sitting in the cold, waiting. Turns out I had a straightstick of my own and bust the windows out his car.

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Your turn! In 100 words or less tell us the story behind this photo. We'll see you back here on Thursday, December 5th. The guys are sharing some of their favorite gay movies with you, just in time for your holiday shopping lists.

And don't forget, if you have any topics, questions or photos you'd like the guys to tackle, just shoot them my way. We'll make sure you get the credit...if you want it, that is.

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