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This is a novel about love, hate, murder, and the power of communication even after death.

The beginning of another long winter after the Civil War has begun in New Orleans, but this time it's different. Unexplained, abhorrent deaths - ravaged bodies found in the French Quarter - are becoming far too common, even for the Crescent City. Soon, a group of mysterious soldiers descend upon the city to help end the savage acts, before the precarious peace of the Postbellum South dies by the light of the moon.

An eccentric painter in a a small New England village rescues a handsome young stranger who insists he has fallen from the stars. The young man inspires both the artist's art and his heart.

The police say "involuntary manslaughter" but a tragic accident turns out instead to be murder, plain and simple. And San Francisco Homicide Inspector Stanley Korski, on leave from the force and his unrequited love for fellow detective Tom Danzel, walks right into a murderer's web of treachery. Wrong, Stanley. Deadly wrong.

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.

Once upon a time there lived two young handsome elf boys. These elves loved each other. Unlike many fairytales where many adventures must take place before true love is found at last…these fine little elves grew up right next door to each other.

I loved his music, I loved the singer and the song. His voice was beautiful, and his song and his face and body.... When I tossed money into his hat I wanted to have it pay for a lot more than just for him to play his instrument, I wanted more than to hear his guitar or his song....

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.

Scott Tanner doesn’t panic about problems - he plans solutions - but when he finds himself knocked up with his alpha roommate’s baby, his life begins to spiral out of control. Scott decides all his efforts must go into maintaining the grades for his scholarship, rather than risk his future. He can’t keep the baby; adoption would be more responsible.

It was not my intention to end up in bed with a British lord, especially when he was someone else’s boyfriend. But I was only 24 and on my own in London, and…well…one thing lead to another. When a handsome, suave gay aristocrat with a family castle and a fabulous townhouse in Belgravia with lots of charm and lots of wine wants to cross the bounds of friendship and the buttons and zips of your clothes…and you are very young and blond and not as sophisticated as you think you are…you soon discover what happens in movies and books is not how things happen in real life.

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.

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!

In this retelling of a classic tale, there was a royal baby cursed to become a sleeping beauty, the lovely Princess Dawn...but now, learn also of her two handsome brothers: bold Crown Prince Randolfo and the younger, artistic, and handsome Prince Halcyon.

Tom is a gay young artist struggling to find success in New York City. For Tom, a love life seems an impossibility. One day, his hope in romance revives when he encounters Cal - a charming stranger, but...it might be a problem that Cal was killed in the First World War - 100 years ago! Then again, death might be just the beginning - the beginning of romance!

Brandan Fielding looked like a tall, skinny schoolboy who’d escaped from a Dickens novel when I met him at the Salisbury, Leicester Square - a Ye Olde Pub in the book/theater district. A historic pub, the Salisbury isn't strictly gay, but at certain times it seems to have a high tide of thirsty gay men. I was charmed by its interior opulence of etched and polished glass and carved woodwork, and I was hoping there would be charming English men, too. Our eyes met in warm understanding of attraction. I learned his name was Brandan Fielding (very Dickens).

Little did he know his lovely misty city Saturday morning, was about to become a nightmare.... The young man dashed to the hall leading out to 42nd street, then cut a sharp right and jogged down and up the ramp past the Oyster Bar...the mist swirled after him, going over the bridge overpass, misting walkers in its path, those who had umbrellas opened them...it followed him as he pushed through the heaver doors to gain access to the marble stairs up to the offices on floors above. The thing swirled up the stairs after him like an amorphous polar bear...

In this witty and whimsical story of Grand Central Ghosts, a man is suddenly transformed into a cat: some people's dream, other's worst nightmare, but Grand Central has seen it all. Interwoven with the dual themes of ghosts and the Grand Central Station Terminal.

Determined to achieve her dreams, Summer packs up and moves to Las Vegas with the promise of earning some quick cash. Little does she know that her new job means flirting with every man who looks her way - but everything changes when she hears that smooth British accent. Harrison’s life is his company. He isn’t looking to add a woman to his hectic schedule, but when a shy cocktail waitress catches his eye, he’s powerless to walk away. Sparks fly, and Summer and Harrison embark on a whirlwind romance that could offer them their happily ever after - if they can accept it.

A cute young guy afraid of the water sits calmly beside the pool at a country club, when out of nowhere a gorgeous Australian, almost naked in a tiny Speedo bathing suit, hands him his drink to mind while he takes a high dive.

When Jason moves with his partner Peter, a model and actor, to live with Peter's father in Los Angeles, he thinks the former Hollywood stuntman, Alders, is as ugly as a monkey. But there is much more to Peter's father than his funny face. Soon, Jason comes to appreciate that brains, as well as passion and masculine energy, can be sexy, too.