FREE Gay Excerpt
Here’s another free excerpt from the most recent book in The Rainbow Detective Agency Series, The Scottish Duke. The main objective I’d like to get through with this post is that if the sex scenes were taken out of this book…or any other book in the series…the storyline would still hold up on its own. And if you notice, there isn’t a shirtless man on the cover. I do that on purpose sometimes because I get really tired of those “other” authors who think they’re so grand because they don’t write about sex. If you ask me they’re probably the biggest pervs out there. At least I’m always honest about what I do. But I digress, with a big smile.
Here’s a Link. It’s also at most other online web sites where e-books are sold.
Amazon Link for Kindle Readers
And here’s the blurb:
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.
Joaquín Ferreira Full Frontal Nudity
In my ongoing quest to find more films with full frontal male nudity, this sounds more interesting than most of the things I’ve seen.
Even if you are not a fan of telenovelas and don’t understand Spanish, you are missing out on a riDICKulously good reason to watch Club de Cuervos. The 13-episode Netflix series, which centers on a family feud among heirs of a soccer club after the patriarch’s death, features Joaquín Ferreira in all of his jaw-dropping “desnudo” glory.
The Argentinean actor portrays “El Porto” and appears completely naked in a few of his scenes. “It was very clear that his character had to be the sex symbol that would have all the girls and gay boys attached to the TV screen,” Luis Gerardo Méndez, the series’ star and producer, explained about Ferreira’s audition, “and when he walked into the room, he got it.”
We actually just started Netflix binges, so I’ll have to check this one out. Anything subtitled is up in the air with me. I love foreign films, but I read, write, and edit all day and the last thing I want to do is read TV during the two hours a day I actually watch TV. So I’m not going to run there too fast.
You can read more here.
Ian Reisner, Yet Again
This article talks about Ian Reisner allegedly holding another event for someone who is allegedly anti-gay. In case you forgot, Reisner is the gay guy who had an event for Ted Cruz, he was practically kicked off Fire Island one weekend from the backlash, and he hasn’t handled any of this with the best strategy. (I’m really not judging him. I just think it could have been handled better.) With a simple search you can find out all the details. But you get the main point and why this is newsworthy.
It was just discovered that the ex-lovers-turned-business-partners also hosted a private fundraiser at their Central Park South penthouse for Tea Partier Sen. Ron Johnson from Wisconsin, raising more than $10,500, back in April.
Johnson, who describes himself as “a pretty traditional guy,” holds a zero ranking out of a possible 100 with the HRC for his stances on gay rights. He’s gone on record to say he believes marriage is between “one man and one woman,” and in 2013 he voted against the Employment Non-Discrimination Act, which protects people from workplace discrimination based on sexual orientation and gender identity.
But that didn’t stop Reisner and Weiderpass from posing for selfies with the gay-hating politician, or giving him $2,700, the maximum allowed under federal election law.
In case anyone wasn’t paying attention, Hillary Clinton allegedly went to Donald Trump’s last wedding because Trump allegedly gave her a huge donation. That’s politics.
I personally wouldn’t support any anti-gay politicians, but I don’t have all the facts here so I really can’t comment in detail on this one.
You can read the rest here.
The Scottish Duke…
Here’s the excerpt, from Chapter 8. I don’t think there are any big spoilers here, but you’ve been warned ahead of time.
When the news about E. Q. Montana’s connection to Proctor went public, Proctor was setting up Chinese take-out on the kitchen table and Blair was sitting at the table tweeting on his new phone. Constance was next to the table waiting to see if someone would accidentally drop something good to eat. The new puppy had been fed and walked out back and he was resting in the corner on Constance’s cushion.
As Proctor set a container of pork fried rice next to Blair’s dinner plate, he smiled at Snowden and said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a calm, easy puppy. I’ve known dogs and cats all my life, but this is unusual even for me. He’s so simple to train, too.” According to Jane, Snowden had only made one mess in the house all day.
Blair sat up and his eyes bugged out. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
Proctor sat down at the table and opened the container of rice. “What?”
“You’re trending.”
“I’m what?”
Blair continued to gape at his phone. “You’re trending on twitter. Someone leaked the news that the famous male model, Proctor Gamble, was the muse for most of E. Q. Montana’s gay fiction and that E. Q. was so obsessed with Proctor Gamble his entire apartment was covered with Gamble’s photos. There’s even a fuzzy photo of the apartment.”
Proctor felt a pull in his stomach. He grabbed the phone from Blair and looked at the photo on Twitter. It was the photo of the one long wall in E. Q.’s apartment that had been covered with Proctor’s famous swimsuit poster. “How? Why? This wasn’t supposed to get this kind of attention.”
Blair shrugged and said, “I was hoping it wouldn’t happen.”
Proctor started reading the tweets about how much E. Q. had adored him. There were even links to gossip blogs that went into detail about E. Q. being a female to male transgender person. “I don’t believe this is happening. Who could have leaked this information?”
“I’m not sure,” Blair said. “It was probably someone connected to the police department, because of the photos. But I’m also sure that E. Q’s publisher had something to do with all this going viral. We’re talking about big money now. On his own, E. Q. was a bestselling genre author. With your name attached to his work now that’s going to make his books even more important.”
Proctor didn’t understand. He tilted his head and looked at Blair with a nonplussed expression.
“This is like hitting the jackpot in publishing,” Blair said. “If I’m right about this, and you know I usually am, E. Q’s romance book sales will triple from all the free publicity. It’s not going to hurt you either, especially since E. Q. left you in charge of his estate and all the rights to his books. There’s really nothing negative about it.”
Proctor wasn’t freaked out about being mentioned this way because he’d known what it was like to deal with this kind of media attention in the past. It wasn’t negative publicity either. In this case, he just wasn’t sure how to deal with being so closely connected to an author who had worshipped him from afar. It still made him feel creepy whenever he thought about E. Q. sitting alone in that dark, depressing apartment, staring at his images and writing love stories.
Proctor stood up and went to the other side of the kitchen to get his own phone.
“What are you doing?” Blair asked.
“I’m going to call my mom and dad,” Proctor said. “If this is trending on twitter there’s no doubt it will be in the mainstream news, too, at some point. I want them to know what’s going on beforehand so they don’t freak out just in case.” His mother was going through enough issues dealing with terminal cancer and palliative cancer treatments that would extend her life a little longer. He wanted to reassure them everything was fine and there was nothing about which to worry.
A few minutes later, he hung up with his dad and went back to the table where he found Blair eating fried won-tons with chop sticks. “I can’t believe you can eat.” He sat down and pushed his plate to the middle of the table. “I can’t even look at food now.”
Blair swallowed and said, “I’ll admit all this is unusual to say the least, however, it could be good for business. We were talking about getting publicity for the agency and this might be just what we were looking for. I know how you feel about self-exploitation, but life does go on and we didn’t bring this on ourselves.”
Although he knew Blair was right, he still didn’t feel comfortable yet with all this unplanned publicity. He thought he had left this kind of attention behind and that he would remain in the public eye on a much smaller scale for the rest of his life. “I hope it doesn’t hurt the agency,” he said. “I want The Rainbow Detective Agency to be a professional place of business. I don’t want it to be a media circus connected to a peculiar author who hung my old photos all over his apartment.”
“I thought you were flattered by the way E. Q. adored you so much,” Blair said.
“Don’t be cheeky,” Proctor said. “To be truthful, I am flattered. I’m more than flattered. I’m honored that an author who was as talented as E. Q. would choose me as his focus. And I know that this kind of thing won’t last long. The next new trend will come along and some idiotic reality TV show star will try to break the Internet with her ass again. However, I also know how the world can be. I’m an openly gay man and I still get a slap in the face every single day in one way or another. You can’t tell me you don’t get that yourself, Blair. And when the vicious and the sarcastic start making comments about this I don’t want the agency to suffer as a result.”
Blair didn’t make a silly comment this time. He seemed to understand Proctor’s feelings and he reached across the table and took his hand. “Hey, we’ll get through this. We’ll be okay.”
Before Proctor had a chance to reply, the doorbell rang and he looked at the clock on the wall above the table. “It’s almost nine o’clock. Who could that be?”
“I’ll get it,” Blair said. “You stay in here.”
A moment later, while Proctor was clearing the table, Blair walked into the kitchen with Howard Stumpf. Proctor exchanged a quick glance with Blair and said, “Howard, I didn’t expect to see you again this soon.”
“I had to come by,” Howard said. Instead of the conservative business suit he’d worn the first time Proctor had met him, he was wearing jeans, a white polo shirt, and a pair of navy blue leather oxfords without socks. The white shirt accentuated the reddish brown tones in his thick hair and beard. He looked even more like a quasi hipster with good taste than a school teacher.
Proctor wanted to finish cleaning up the kitchen so he turned to Blair and said, “Why don’t you guys go into the living room and I’ll be there in a minute.” He also wanted to take Snowden outside one more time. Snowden had jumped off the cushion to check Howard out and Proctor wanted to continue the puppy training that Jane had started that day. Constance seemed oblivious to Howard. She took one look at him, yawned, and went back to the cushion.
By the time Proctor joined Blair and Howard in the living room, Blair had started a fire and he and Howard were sitting on the sofa drinking martinis. The moment Proctor walked into the room Howard stood up and said, “I’m sorry to bother you, but I had to stop by and talk about everything that’s happened.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Proctor said. When he said this, he smiled. He didn’t want Howard to think he was being abrupt or glib.
“I think you should listen to him,” Blair said. Evidently, Howard had already talked over a few things with Blair. “The guy might make you feel a lot better.”
Proctor saw a third martini on the coffee table he assumed was for him. He picked it up and sat in a club chair next to the fireplace and smiled again. “I’m sure you heard about the big news,” he said.
“The entire world now knows that E. Q. Montana based most of his main characters on me.”
