Just Published-Undone by Beauty

Jason North gets an unexpected makeover from his boyfriend, Rafe Leeland. Gay Erotica. Alternative universe side story to the novel, His Ex-Boyfriend.  Available at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Kobo.

Excerpt:

The rumble of a bureau drawer came from the bedroom, and Jason could see Rafe vividly in his mind’s eye. Putting away the wedding clothes, jade cufflinks placed gently in a padded lacquer box, a daylily boutonniere unpinned and set on top of the bureau in a water glass, a red silk tie rehung on the rack in the closet, and the suit sliding off shoulders and hips to be draped carefully on its heavy wooden hangers.

And then–the explosion. Hooking a pair of crumpled jeans out of a corner by a belt-loop, shooting one leg in, then the other, stopping, still unzipped, for an emergency cigarette because smoking was not allowed during the ceremony. Then he would remember his plastered-down hair, and thoroughly ruffle the morning’s wet comb job into a mess while stepping into a pair of ankle boots, and at the last second, he’d stick his arms through a random sleeveless undershirt plucked from a pile of dirty laundry.

The bedroom door swung open. There was nothing special about Rafe’s appearance, as fashion magazines would have it. His black jeans and white undershirt were ordinary, his hair finger-tousled, his cheeks sucking on his cigarette with a junkie’s desperate urgency. Except that he was glamorous, with no effort at all.

Life sucks, thought Jason. Maybe it’s the boots. Hell, I can’t figure out how he does it. Why do some people have glamour and others not? The goddamn public thinks my job is a fashion show with background music. They don’t give a shit about my guitar playing.

One satisfied exhalation later and a narrow-eyed stare at nothing, and Rafe was ten times more glamourous.

Life REALLY sucks, thought Jason. Rafe’s undershirt was too small, as if it belonged to Alexis instead. The taut material outlined every muscle and ridge of bone beneath it.

New Release-Lantern Slides from Old Bohemia

Lantern Slides from Old Bohemia is now out.  Description from the blurb:

Paris, the late 19th-century. The Emperor of France is assassinated, and the painter Martin Grandjean discovers a conspiracy to restore the Republic and joins it. Barricades go up and civil war erupts as Revolutionaries and Monarchists battle on blood-soaked streets. In the midst of the conflict, Grandjean meets a mysterious young man by the name of Ari and falls in love with him, only to see Ari taken prisoner by the Monarchists. In his misery, Grandjean knows he should forget Ari, yet the painter refuses to do so. He must find Ari, win his love, and make a life with him despite all obstacles. However, not even Grandjean is prepared when he discovers his friends, his family, and the Government have become his enemies, all joined together to destroy him for his forbidden passion.

Available from Amazon.

How Julian and Nigel Turned Each Other Gay, (Inadvertently), or So They Both Claim

How Julian and Nigel Turned Each Other Gay, (Inadvertently), or So They Both Claim, by Avis Black is available from Amazon.

Two boys, lunacy, and gayness. Comic Romance.Excerpt:

Julian Morris was not quite happy in his first year at St. Widifroth’s-on-Quinapoxet, the school for the blameworthy rich. He had two obnoxious roommates, whom he had grown somewhat used to; semi-interesting classes, or rather classes he hadn’t yet managed to fall asleep in; and two parents who couldn’t read a school prospectus properly. Why else would they have sent him to St. Widifroth’s? Well, it might have been one D too many on his last report card.

“How did you end up here?” he asked one of his obnoxious roommates, Nigel Higginson, in the hangdog manner of one trustee to another.

“Spliffs,” Nigel answered from his bed, where he was lounging shirtless.

“Spliff,” corrected the other obnoxious roommate, Finn Andrews. “It was singular, you said. Or could it be splive?”

Nigel squinted at Finn. “Only after I’ve smoked too much.”

“Why were you sent here?” Finn asked Julian.

“Igneous rocks and isosceles triangles. I have trouble with ‘i’ things.”

“Such as ‘information’?” said Nigel with a grin. Finn sniggered. Nigel stood up and plucked a book off a shelf. Uneasily, Julian watched him open it.

“Here’s something that’s about your intellectual level.” With great sarcasm, Nigel read, “Once upon a time there were four little rabbits, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.” He looked over the top of his book to gauge the effect.

Julian waited.

“Well?” prompted Nigel.

“It’s some sort of fairy tale, isn’t it?” said Julian.

Finn howled.

“Holy God,” Nigel exclaimed. “How can you not know what story this is?”

“My parents never read me fairy tales when I was younger,” replied Julian, feeling lost.

Finn let out a deep groan. Nigel’s face became one big grimace. Higginson swayed on his feet a moment, like a man hesitating on a diving board, then leapt forwards and downed Julian with a thud. The two boys landed together on Julian’s bed with Nigel on top. Winded, Julian gasped, “What’s this for?”

“So you can see the pictures,” replied Nigel. He propped himself up on his elbows. “’They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree.’”

Julian bore this forced fairy-tailing with patience. He thought the story rather thuggish in its crude Victorian way, exactly the sort of thing a parent would read to toughen up a child for St. Widifroth’s. He did like the pictures, though.

His Ex-Boyfriend

Available from Amazon, His Ex-Boyfriend by Avis Black.  From the blurb:

Jason North is the lead guitarist for Mullerin, a rock band he’s formed with his old school friends. After years of touring, Mullerin is now semi-successful, and Jason has escaped what he’s always dreaded, being poor, obscure, and alone. He’s done everything he thinks he should, or rather, everything society considers proper for a successful young man. He’s married and settled down. He’s satisfied with his life, or thinks he ought to be.  Then he runs across the dark secret of his past, a secret he thought he had buried two years ago. He encounters his ex—namely, his ex-boyfriend, and his life implodes.

Old desires can never truly be laid to rest.

Indian Captive–Now Banned by Amazon

Now out under my pseudonym’s pseudonym, Monique Raimbaud,INDIAN CAPTIVE.  Erotica available from the less uptight people at Barnes and Noble and Kobo.