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Free Gay Excerpt: The Scottish Duke; Five More Things About Gay Sex; Gay Rights, Global Scale

August 7, 2015 By in Five More Things About Gay Sex You Didn't Know, FREE Gay Excerpt: The Scottish Duke, Gay Anal Sex, gay rights, Global Gay Rights, The Rainbow Detective Agency Leave a comment

Free Gay Excerpt: The Scottish Duke

I’m posting a quick excerpt today from the most recently pubbed book in The Rainbow Detective series, The Scottish Duke. 

Here’s the blurb, and here’s a link to Amazon. I’ve already posted more links to places like Smashwords, here. 

In this installment of The Rainbow Detective Agency, Blair and Proctor’s passionate relationship has moved forward to the point where they begin a small family and don’t even realize it. And that’s because they’re busy trying to solve the case of a well-known gay romance author, E. Q. Montana, who was so obsessed with Proctor he lined the walls of his unkempt West Hollywood apartment with Proctor’s photos. 

But E. Q. Montana wasn’t just any best-selling gay romance author. E. Q. had a few deep dark secrets and enemies of his own that Proctor and Blair have to figure out, one of which has to do with The Scottish Duke of Huntley. It’s a peculiar case of dangerous literary subterfuge, with sudden twists and vicious, ambitious authors, that has them both stumped emotionally and intellectually, and in the end Proctor’s worst nightmare comes true.

I promise, no spoilers.You can scroll down to the bottom of this post for the excerpt.

Five More Things About Gay Sex

Supposedly, here are five more things about gay sex “you didn’t know.” No need to get your smelling salts with this one. It’s another Queerty advertorial, but it’s funny…I think.

Here’s one “fun filled fact you didn’t know.” 

Gentlemen prefer kissing (and BJs) to anal sex

Researchers at George Mason University and Indiana University conducted a sex study with nearly 25,000 gay and bisexual men. Participants were asked about their most recent same-sex encounters. 75 percent reported giving oral sex compared to 74 percent who reported receiving oral sex. 74.8 percent reported kissing on the mouth. But only about 35 percent reported having full-blown anal intercourse. The takeaway from the study? Apparently the question, “Are you a top or a bottom?” only matters one-third of the time.

Someone should tell this to all the guys I dated when I was single. That wasn’t my personal experience. The moment they pin you down, you know exactly what they want, and they are eager to get it.

Here’s the link. As usual, with anything printed by Queerty, you’ll want to read the comments with this one. And I’m not knocking Queerty. It’s free content.

Gay Rights, Global Scale

I always think it’s important to know…and care…about LGBTI people in other parts of the world. Mainly because so many don’t have the rights we have here in the US. It’s the only thing I ever get political about.

Here’s an article that talks about the best and worst places for gay rights, on a global scale.

Where are LGBT rights improving?

Parts of Latin America remain the standard for equality for LGBT rights. Argentina‘s Gender Identity Law 2012 allowed the change of gender on birth certificates for transgender people. It also legalised same-sex marriage in 2010, giving same-sex couples the same rights as opposite-sex couples, including the right to adopt children. Uruguay and Mexico City also allow equal marriage and adoption, and last week Colombia recognised its first legal same-sex civil union (not “marriage”).

And it’s still a concern here in the US, too. I had a conversation with someone recently about the Republican debates. Granted, this is someone older and not as informed because he doesn’t have access to Internet news, so I did make an allowance for that. When I stated that I wasn’t fond of a few Republican candidates because of their stand on gay marriage, he said, “You can’t base your vote on one issue.” Clearly, he didn’t get it and I didn’t bother to explain. That one issue, however, is what I base my votes on these days because that one issue is one of the most fundamental aspects of my life.


You can read more here.

The Scottish Duke…

Here’s the excerpt. It’s hard to post anything longer because I would be giving out spoilers. With a book like this a lot matters in that department. This comes from the middle of the book and I don’t think it gives away too much. But if you’re worried, you might want to skip it. And, Constance, of course, is a large Bengal cat, and Snowden is a new puppy that I introduced in this book.



When they pulled up to the house, Blair climbed out of the car without waiting for Proctor to invite him inside. Proctor didn’t say anything that night. It was almost ten o’clock, they hadn’t eaten anything all day, and Proctor was planning to make salad. Although he loved pizza, and he joked about eating pizza on Twitter with his fans, he didn’t have it often. He was model who always focused on his body and his weight. And although eating pizza and doughnuts tempted him every day of his life, he knew that it was salad that would keep him in skinny jeans and skimpy tight swim trunks.

He also knew Blair wouldn’t complain. He’d eat anything as long as he didn’t have to cook it himself. Blair seemed to have this attitude toward food in general that always amazed Proctor. Blair ate to live. He didn’t live to eat. It wasn’t even something he focused on consciously. If there was a lot of food around Blair would eat it. If there wasn’t, he didn’t seem to mind. 

Proctor unlocked the front door and he entered first, with Blair in tow. Before Proctor even switched on the hallway lights he looked down and saw Snowden at his feet, wagging his little tail. Then he heard a growl and saw Constance sitting on the bottom step.

Proctor turned to Blair and said, “Why isn’t Snowden in his crate in the kitchen?” Constance had free run of the entire house, but he knew Jane would never have allowed a small puppy to roam freely that way.

Blair seemed to sense something unusual, so he headed toward the living room and flipped on the main light switch.

Proctor picked Snowden up and glanced into his living room. He gasped and said, “What happened?” The tables were turned sideways, chairs and cushions rested upside down all over the place, and one of his best crystal lamps had been shattered into a million little pieces.

Blair put his arm around Proctor and said, “Either you’ve been burglarized or we missed the earthquake.”

Proctor held Snowden tighter. His first thought was relief, knowing that Constance and Snowden were safe. Then he looked at his crystal lamp again and sighed. “Why would anyone do this to me?” He had an alarm system, but Jane rarely activated it at the end of the day because she naturally assumed that Proctor would be home by seven o’clock. He preferred not dealing with alarms and code numbers. Now he was sorry he’d been so lazy about it.

Before Blair could answer him, a nasal voice spoke from a dark section on the other side of the living room. “Where’s The Scottish Duke of Huntley?”

Blair blinked. “The Duke of what the fuck, man?”

“The Scottish Duke of Huntley,” said the nasal voice, again. “I want to know where he is this minute. I know you’ve got him here and I’m not leaving without him. Release him to me this instant.”

As a short, thin man stepped out of the shadows on the far side of the room, Proctor saw he was pointing a handgun at them. The guy had short red hair, with tight kinky curls, and a long thin neck. Proctor held Snowden tightly to his chest and said, “I don’t know anything about this Scottish Duke. Who are you and what do you want?”

Blair stared at the gun and said, “Just stay calm, man. We don’t know anything about a Scottish Duke. You’ve mistaken us for someone else. I think the people across the street are Scottish, you should check that out.”

Proctor’s first thought was the man pointing the gun at them was unhinged and possibly dangerous. He obviously had an unrealistic delusion that Blair and Proctor had kidnapped The Scottish Duke of Huntley and they were hiding him somewhere in the house. Proctor had a great uncle once who thought he was Napoleon. He decided the only way to keep this man calm was to placate him and ask more questions. “I’m sorry, but we don’t have the Scottish Duke. We’ve never even seen him. What does he look like? Why would you think we kidnapped him?”