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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.

In this evocative reimagining of Charles Dickens' beloved classic, David Copperfield, young David navigates the tumultuous waters of friendship and first love at Salem House. Captivated by the charismatic James Steerforth, David finds himself entwined in a secret relationship that blossoms into a profound connection—one marked by tender kisses and whispered dreams.

In the vibrant world of Gaycity, comic strip illustrator Andrew Gilman finds himself immersed in the whimsical adventures of his characters, especially the charming campground owner, Bradley Bream. As their playful banter evolves into a passionate romance, Andrew grapples with an enticing dilemma: can he bring Bradley into his real world, or will he embrace the magic of their connection in Gaycity?

In the vibrant chaos of college life, shy, nerdy Alex sharing a small apartment with Jake, the irresistible jock whose charm is matched only by his insatiable appetite. Their friendship blossoms over late-night cooking sessions and playful secret games, but everything changes one fateful evening.

In the picturesque setting of a country club, 20-year-old Tim Elling, a charming and athletic tennis player, finds his world turned upside down when he meets Brendan O’Conner, a shy newcomer from Ireland. As they bond over matches and shared stories, an unexpected connection blossoms between them. Navigating the complexities of friendship and unspoken attraction, they embark on a journey filled with laughter, vulnerability, and the thrill of first love. But as their relationship deepens, they must confront their fears and insecurities while discovering what it truly means to be together.

I woke up the morning after the wedding party, my memories of the night before hazy at best. As I blinked my eyes open, a black cummerbund on the foot of the bed caught my attention, and the sound of an unfamiliar male voice drifted in from the en-suite bathroom, singing softly. What transpired between us the night before? And better still who was this mystery man in my hotel suite bathroom? The handsome best man? One of the cute usher boys? Oh god, please not the groom? I thought if I scrolled through pics and texts on my iPhone I might get a clue….

In this series of stories, you will encounter attractive actors, stunning fashion models, handsome artists, a suave British aristocrat, the activist and founder of a London gay paper, and a charismatic and very persistent millionaire. Also there are some really fantastic kissers! I mean exceptionally good!

One night in London something very unexpected happened: I came home to my humble third-floor British bedsit to find a golden surprise in my bed.… Prince Charming was hiding under my bedclothes to surprise me.… Simon, my six-foot-four, soon-to-be fashion model young new beau, who was even younger than me.... Lucky for me, Lord G., who brought me home from a date, didn’t insist on coming up with me…though perhaps it would have been luckier for him, he might have enjoyed the pair of us.

It is a risky romantic gamble to get together with someone who has been a friend for years…but then again, sometimes the circumstances are such that suddenly you find yourself exchanging luscious kisses and the romance roulette wheel is spinning….Before I first met Douglas I was told he was an Angel. Looked like an Angel… My painting instructor had him in her class and she was giving me a ride to college and as we got close beside the art museum, without taking her hands off the wheel of the car she nodded toward the tall, slender, very blond youth.

No one at theater school knew Martin was rich, not at first, not for most of the many weeks we learned and acted together…not until after the final three act plays were performed—then Michael had a cast party. Why and how I was part of this sparkling older group, I am not sure…. Looking back, I am realizing how exceptional it was that I was included and invited along…. I was a few years younger, which can be a big difference…. I was a kind of mascot, I guess…. I was in love with Kirby and didn’t realize until later he and Martin had been lovers for a while.

On my very first afternoon of moving in to live in the grand London mansion, I wasn’t expecting to be kissed.... Well, I was by my millionaire boyfriend, but certainly not by his butler! Right in the blue dressing room, Peters, the seemingly proper English butler, kissed me full on, with tongue! I returned downstairs to my love-struck millionaire Henry Alden who was waiting for me with cocktail in hand, ready to pour one for me, which I now really needed. I didn't say anything about the kiss, I had only just arrived and I certainly didn’t want to begin by causing a scene.

At the Rainbow Ranch in Sundown Valley, Cowboy Cole seemed like a jar of cider that had been screwed tight so long it had turned hard, alcoholic, and highly intoxicating. As a result, the lid was ready to pop off, and now neither Cole nor I knew what was next…but he had a feeling of quiet excitement…like a dog let off his leash…and so did I. It felt like both of us were a loaded pair of six guns in unpredictable hands….

One afternoon, out of the blue, there was Peter with the smooth toned swimmers body...full lush lips, speaking of sensational kissing - in the literal meaning of sensational...and of kissing...How I met Peter Paterson was kind of cute...like a meet-cute in a movie script...It was at a old time Greenwich village gay piano bar known as The Duplex with a long bar and piano downstairs and a small cabaret space upstairs...One day I was there in there late afternoon, which was unusual, I don’t remember exactly why, killing time before meeting a friend probably.

While the man who’d brought me to Florida was on his own adventures, I found my way to some gay dance bar. Being as shy as I generally am, I am not sure how I got to dancing with the tall cute guy. He must have asked me, because like I said, I’m shy. Drinking generally makes me even more shy. However, it happened, in the way meetups in clubs do. Attraction met attraction, and late that night, out of the club we went. With me ultimately ending up on a side street in the backseat of his car, heatedly exchanging kisses with this incredibly gorgeous college boy until dawn.

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.

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).

Andrea grinned playfully when she talked about flirting with “the sandwich shop poet” as she called him. The same kind of grin I may have had when I began to flirt with him too. She had talked a lot about this really cute guy before I met him. So, he had quite a buildup in my mind, like a trailer for a movie…I was very curious to see how handsome this person was; Jamison Chevy, the very attractive young guy who was a waiter at Alvin’s a sandwich shop on the university campus.

When I was nineteen, I was still a virgin. I’d kissed and rolled around some, but I’d never found anyone I felt connected to enough to go beyond a certain point. Or rather, at a certain point when a guy wanted to go father, it began to feel uncomfortable to me. I wanted more than just an experience, I wanted magic. I was just finishing up my shift at the diner, exhausted from my long hours on my feet. As I was wiping down the counter, the bell on the door jingled, signaling a new customer.

Jack, a hunky young local “Townie” gardener, finds himself immersed in the lush gardens of the Winslow summer mansion. Justin is the handsome rich kid home from college and left on his on for the summer while his are on a parents cruise. Lonely Justin is attracted to often shirtless gardener Jack. He shyly befriends him and gets gardening training from him, awakening in Justin a new passion for both gardening and for sexy “Townie” Jack.

Eighteen year old Aaron Collins thinks he has it all—luxury cars, exclusive clubs, any material pleasure his wealthy parents can provide. But beneath the surface, the privileged city boy feels empty. Hoping time on the range with shake some responsibility into him, they send Aaron to Whispering Winds Ranch in Arizona for the summer. Upon arriving, the last thing Aaron expects is to actually learn something from the ragtag crew at the dude ranch. But head wrangler Dane Wilder is determined to break through the new charge's arrogant shell.