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Like every teenager Parker, fantasized about hot music stars and boy band cuties, but sometimes you don’t get what you wish - for you get something better! Mac Drummond was not the band’s front man, but he was gay, attractive, and had a sexy accent. As Mac’s eyes took in the very cute young blonde guy at the bar, sitting in the crowd looking nervous, young, lost, and adorable, he felt both a strong pull of attraction and oddly protective. When the boy finally met his gaze as he stared at him, Mac felt a warm rush, like he was winter and this kid was spring.

Liam, a talented writer, finds himself unexpectedly drawn to Alex, a charming young barista with a passion for baking. As the two men navigate the blossoming romance between them, they discover a deep, undeniable connection that transcends the physical. Through shared moments of intimacy, where pastries and other sweet treats become a sensual backdrop, Liam and Alex's relationship deepens, revealing a partnership forged in the heat of passion and nurtured by mutual respect and affection.

A surprising tale of male beauty and moneyed the unexpected consequences...Jessie is an extremely handsome Southern charmer who has been trying his hand as a fashion model. Suddenly his world comes crashing down, just as it seems he might end up in bankrupt, homeless - he receives an extraordinary offer to get paid to live in a billionaire’s penthouse for a year, the catch is he must live naked. Jessie Maddox is more than tempted, he wants to escape his life, but what is he escaping in to?

A king gets lost in a forest. In exchange for an old man’s help in guiding him home to his palace, the king lets his son grow up in the peasant's house. Years later, the young Prince, discovers the fate of the boy for whom he had been exchanged, so he develops a plan to save him. Neither handsome youth knowing that love might be found at the end of their complicated adventure.

Visionary poetry of gay romance and the supernatural filled with vivid colorful images of imagined and remembered past times. Drawing impressionistic word paintings, this collection of evocative and provocative poetry is haunting and moving. Guy Veryzer's rich word images and fantasy spill over from his internationally collected artworks, his trio of poems on the romance of French Decadent poet Rimbaud and Verlaine is almost a small play. Some of these works caused controversy when first published.

Boy meets boy - correction; boy meets unbelievably beautiful boy. Thinks he is too handsome to be real, then finds out he’s right. The gorgeous guy is really an alien from another planet. So then what? Rex was so amazingly beautiful he didn’t look real. There are many fine looking young stallions trotting round this county, kicking up their heels and feeling their oats so to speak. This young man wasn’t frisking about when I first saw him, he was sitting still, very still and just being at one with the universe, or so it seemed. He looked unearthly. I had never seen him before.

It was seeing a young Adonis in the flesh when the tall, lean, tan figure of Jeff Mead ran past Bart Benson that sunny May morning in 1959. Married man that he was then, he reacted in a way that jolted him. It was as if he had been dozing all his life and had suddenly come wide awake.

Unlike his brothers and sisters who ask for jewels and fine clothes as presents, young Beau requests only a single rose as a gift for his father to bring him back from his travels. But when a storm forces the merchant to take shelter in a mysterious magic castle, he finds his host, a talking beast, feels angry that his hospitality has been abused when a rose is plucked from his garden.

My name is Trevor and I love male models, and they often love me - at least, for a while. I’ve had a lot of boyfriends in my quest for happiness, beauty, and pleasure. Is there such a thing as a male model groupie? Yes, and I guess I’m it...if you need to label it. If you do, if you are the kind of fixated person who needs to label everything and everyone, you might need therapy. I should know; I have had almost as many therapists as model boyfriends. I’m looking for happiness, and it is an interesting treasure hunt.

Chet came to the spooky old Victorian house that had been in his best friend Josh’s family for over 100 years. His mission: to cheer up his best friend’s recovery from a break up with his girlfriend. The two young men discover the house is haunted by the spirit of a brother and sister who had both died decades ago. His friend becomes fascinated with the beautiful ghost of the sister, while the brother’s handsome ghost awakens romantic longings in Chet, surprising both himself and the seductive spirit.

Once upon a long ago time, when clocks sometimes went to sleep and dreamed stories that became fairy tales told to children at bedtime, there lived a King known as Ramsey the Rapacious, whose sons were all fair of face and fine of limb; but the youngest was the fairest of all, this was Prince Simon, was so exceedingly handsome that the Sun herself, although she gazed down on him daily, she was still was enchanted every time Simon’s golden beauty came out into the her warm sunlight beams.

The Gay First Love Collection: 16 original tales of gay romance and fantasy. Here is a new collection of M/M love stories some tinged with fantasy, others edged with mystery, and many with magic, all with the common thread of romance.

It was Friday night and time for party animals to howl, or at least for three canine friends to meet for drinks and go on the prowl for fun hot hounds. The song Macho, Macho Dog was throbbing loudly through out the bar on disco night, it was huge hit in the sexy '70s for the Village Puppies! The three gay dogs were looking over the clientele of the Pink Kennel Club...

Once upon a time, in a far away long ago country that used to exist next door to France, was a small village with a mill for grinding wheat and grain. The miller’s business did well enough, for the people in the village loved to buy all manner of bread and rolls and pastry. The miller’s wife had given him three fine sons. As these things happen, one day the miller passed away, leaving his oldest sons the mill and his horse and cart.

Once upon a time, there was Cinderella and her Prince Charming, but it may well be that both of them had brothers whose stories have been neglected until now.... Like Cinderella, her half brother is forced to do menial worth in the garden and dusty stables, so he is called Dustino. He grows up to be as sweet and lovely as she does, despite cinders and dust.

Once upon a time, there was a young Prince maned Lucas who longed to venture out in the world to seek a handsome Prince. In his dreams he saw a pretty youth imprisoned in the castle of an evil Giant and knew it was his destiny to save him. Offering himself as a servant to the Giant was only the first step in the many adventures that would lead him to his true love Prince Starling.

I have created this special collection of stories because…in my youth and even today I love the fantasy and magic of fairytales, and I grew up longing for a prince charming of my own one day. Of course being a little boy, back then, I tended to imagine myself in the role of a princess as that seemed the only option.

Well, it happened! And it wasn't at all what I expected. I am officially no longer a virgin, I think. I don't know what I expected exactly. But doing it...was, in fact, kind of like a close encounter of the third kind, or maybe, the fourth kind...if there is such a thing. I now know for a fact that there is!

Lord Moonstone wants a lover, and it happens a handsome young artist walks into his life. In the estate's mansion, there are many vast and lovely rooms lonely until now hen Christopher Vermillion begins to dare Lord M to play new imaginative games and dares to risk his inhibitions.... Jess Moonstone wants to be enchanted, but domination wasn’t in his dreams....

He was a mystery, he still is a mystery in many ways...but now he’s my mystery and I have a lifetime to solve him...The first time I saw him he was just a dim figure in the distance. He was walking on the white sand. A tall stranger strolling thoughtfully along the blue waters edge. He seemed in no hurry as lake breeze stroked his lean body and the gentle surf washed in and out on the beech tickling his naked toes. The sun was behind him and he was a dark intriguing shape, the man caught my gaze like a momentary mirage.