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In the mode of a story like the classic Twilight Zone television series: A young woman loses herself in the rush of Grand Central Station, waking up in a mysterious place with a bizarre history....

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.

Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a land far, far away, there lived a very manly king, who had only one son who was named Arron. This prince was not as manly as the king might have liked; indeed, he was quite certain the lad had no taste for princesses. In fact he noticed the way his son's gaze lingered on comely stable boys and many of the handsome knights of his court.

Mike liked to peek and peer at the dark side. There was no question he, from the safe distance of his computer screen, found titillation and strange enjoyment in looking at a variety of strange and disturbing images. That is, until one dark night, there was a knock at his door, and an unseen force entered, unseen at first…but before long, it manifested itself in physical form, a powerful, dark demon with hypnotic, jewellike eyes, small horns, and a long, slithery tail ending in a spike. Mike’s mouth twitched at the thought of what torturous delights might be inflicted on him.

A thousand years ago, something evil made a bold attempt to cross into this world. Now it's ready to try again. She's eternally young, lovely, and lethal. Her cry for help is heard by a teenage boy in Bermuda. A confused orphan in Montreal. A political prisoner in Poland. A raging paraplegic on the Pacific coast. And a bloodthirsty psychopath in New York City. Each of them is lost, confused, alone. Too weak to resist her siren call. They come cutting a path of carnage across the globe. And at last they meet. In a lonely mountain mansion. A place of unutterable evil

He was one of thirty-one aliens who had landed on this remote world and dispersed among the populace, unidentifiable because of their shape-shifting abilities. Jebaral had hoped for a life. A chance to be free after escaping years of slavery and cruelty. But when he met Hannah Pitt, there was no way he could turn away from her or from the feelings she evoked in him. But neither could he accept her offer of a future filled with laughter and promise. After all, she was human; he was nothing remotely human.

Two handsome young guys pick each other up over coffee one Saturday morning and begin playing a game of pretending each other is the perfect fun Mr. Wonderful...as they explore Central Park and the Met Museum and each other’s fantasies of romance.

In this short historical gay romance, Gabriel Harris a tall lean good looking young man filled with dreams and a thirst for adventure. Tired of the monotony of his midwestern home in the 1890s, he yearned for something more. One fateful evening, he made the daring decision to run away, leaving behind his family and the familiar comforts of his small town.

‘Hidden Treasue' is a captivating tale of love, mystery, and self-discovery. It explores the transformative power of storytelling, the magic of hidden treasures, and the undeniable force that draws two souls together. As Mark and Kyle navigate the intricacies of their budding romance and unravel the secrets of the past, they find themselves on an extraordinary journey of love, passion, and the timeless enchantment of antiques.

This is a collection of stories of murder, ghosts, and magical mysteries mixed with various kinds of love and obsession, dreams, and other realities...and a bit of erotica.

Handsome older Claymore Enfield is a renowned high-society interior designer hired by boyishly attractive Travis Worth, a young tech billionaire, to help restore and decorate his newly acquired historic Manhattan townhouse. In addition to working on his home, Claymore takes Travis under his wing to teach him about art and culture and grooming. He also shares stories and secrets of society and the house’s dark past.

Losing a loved one will force one man to admit his truth or risk losing his heart forever. A very special man, Nelson Bradshaw, saves both Drake Cooper and Lincoln Porter from life on the streets. As a legal guardian, Nelson becomes a parental figure, teaching them the value of their young lives and how it truly feels to be loved for who they are, faults and all. Working side by side in Nelson's advertising company, desire builds between Drake and Lincoln, finally exploding in one shared night that ends in disaster, leaving Drake lost and heartbroken.

King Simon gets lost in a forest, an old witch helps him, on the condition that he marry her beautiful daughter. The King suspects the mysterious maiden to be wicked, but agrees to marry her. He has six lovely daughters and a handsome from his first marriage. Soon he fears his children might be in danger from his new wife and he sends them away to a hidden castle and visits them secretly.

Jack and Tristin meet and find they share a love of crossword puzzles, eventually guided by the cat Boswell's mysterious instincts. Together, they unravel a series of cryptic clues that lead them to a mysterious hidden box, holding long forgotten secrets. As they collaborate to solve each intricate puzzle, their connection deepens, affection and laughter fills the air as they unlock not only the secrets within the hidden box but also the depths of their new relationship.

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).

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.

James, hoping to recover from a broken heart (broken by both girl and a boy), has taken off from college and rented a caretaker’s cottage in a cemetery on the edge of a small town, where he plans to work on his master’s thesis in what seems to be a setting of ideal quiet. But James’ sensitivity unexpectedly allows him to hear the voices of the various spirits who inhabit the cemetery along with him. He proceeds to change his thesis to "A History of American Gravestone Carvings" and designate himself the related task of writing down the stories of the ghosts he encounters.

The Ghosts of Grand Central is a collection of 13 stories. A weaving of tales filled with haunting ghosts, whimsical spirits, and imagination laced with historical details and interesting trivia.... The stories vary in time period from the 1800s to the present, from pure imagination to historically based fiction.

Trapped between his real life and his dreams of being a creative writer Adam lives in quiet desperation, only on his daily commute on the train to Grand Central does he find he is able to escape in private world writing and imagination. His life as an accountant is an endless grey reality -- until one day as the train moves into the darkness of the tunnel.

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.