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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….

*Note: this is a prequel related to the Devil & Angel stories. Tall, dark and devilishly handsome footman Kent Lynch takes the new hall-boy, young comely Gavin under his wing… brooding his with instruction in his duties and methods, and giving him discipline when needed, which Gavin quite enjoys. In the grand, bustling halls of Westbury Estate, a tale of forbidden love and unexpected connection unfolds. At the center of this story are Kent, a seasoned and disciplined servant, and Gavin, a young hall boy whose arrival at the estate brightens footman Kent Lynch's days… and nights.

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!

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.

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.

In 1953, in Dustville, a trio of young, handsome country boys—brothers: Silver and Oakley James and their friend Bucket Tillman—set out to make their mark on the music scene. With their tight harmonies and undeniable charm, they quickly capture the hearts of fans and industry insiders alike. As they embark on a whirlwind tour, they face the challenges of fame, the thrill of performing, and the complexities of love and friendship.

I remember the day Jim stumbled into our drama class—a tall, blonde, handsome straight jock with an easy smile and a confident stride and seemingly not much acting ability. But this cocky guy turned out to be full of surprises, and I found myself irresistibly drawn to him, but at first I felt I hade to hide my crush, but now Jimmy and I are roommates—and more.

Blake has moved from London, England to London, Ohio. He is living with his recently widowed grandmother, helping her for now. As Blake explores his new town and the area, he finds a lovely Tudor styled library, and along with all it contains he finds Randy, a charming young librarian! But how to approach him?

During the later part of the Civil War in 1864, a chance encounter brought Musician Josh Campbell, fife player and Corporal Ethan Adams together. Drawn by the captivating music, Ethan approached Josh with admiration and curiosity. Their initial conversation revealed a shared appreciation for the power of music as a source of solace and respite in the midst of chaos.

Moving into Crestwood College felt like stepping into a whirlwind. In the old Gothic ivy covered Morgan Hall, two new roommates meet, Ethan, a passionate young artist, and Liam, a dedicated swimmer, navigate the complexities of friendship and desire. Their connection deepens through late-night conversations, shared dreams, and unspoken feelings.

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.

One night at a dinner party, when Peter meets charming and opinionated Carter, sparks fly in more ways than one. Their undeniable chemistry soon lead to a captivating exploration as handsome stylish Carter freely offers his sharp-tongued critiques and playful commentary, challenging Peter in ways he's never experienced. But far from being offended, Peter finds himself enthralled by Carter's confidence and unfiltered honesty.