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FREE Gay Excerpt Friday; Thomas Hitzlsperger Comes Out

Thomas Hitzlsperger Comes Out

Hitzlsperger is a retired footballer who recently came out and also discussed the issues other closeted gay footballers face nowadays. There’s evidently a great deal of fear from negative reactions and many don’t come out because they don’t want to take the chance of dealing with all this while they are playing professionally.

‘I’ve never been ashamed of it and towards the end I thought about it. ‘But I thought I still I wanted to be a football player more than I wanted issues of talking about my private life.’

Hitzlsperger is the first player to have played in the Premier League to come out as gay and believes players are reluctant to come out because of the uncertainty surrounding the possible reaction.

You can read more here. I find it interesting that this will shock some people. Being part of the gay community for so long I’ve known men like Hitzlsperger who remained in the closet for the very same reasons.

This is totally unrelated, but they called Hitzlsperger “The Hammer.”

FREE Gay Excerpt Friday

Hot Italian Lover

This excerpt is from my book, Hot Italian Lover, and it’s one of my favorites because it was set in Italy. It’s also one of the few times I wrote about a female impersonator who is the exact opposite of who he is on stage and in real life. I’ll post the blurb below, and an excerpt. You can find it here on Amazon, or other places where e-books are sold. It also gets into how a gay celebrity who is still young and gorgeous starts to deal with the thought of middle age approaching soon.

Joey King likes the spotlight. He’s worked hard for over twenty years to reach a pinnacle of success and to achieve a cult following, and now he’s the big star in one of Broadway’s most successful shows.. But when he’s not on stage performing, Joey King is an attractive gay man just turned forty who is terrified of growing older.

On the last night of his show, Joey overhears people snickering about his age and it leaves him questioning his future as an actor- he’s terrified of becoming a joke, and being laughed at.

In a state of confusion, Joey travels to Chicago in the middle of the night to be with his longtime partner of twenty years, Ned Stevens, who is there on a business trip. Ned has always been the one constant strength in Joey’s life.

But when Joey reaches Chicago, he is met with a devastating shock.

When Joey King returned from his daily bike ride in Central Park,

he passed a gilded Baroque mirror in the lobby of his building and stopped

short. For an instant, he thought he saw his father’s face reflected back at

him—when his father had been around the age Joey was now. Joey pressed

his palm to his throat and lifted his chin higher. Then he tilted his head

back and turned a little to the right.

This wasn’t the first time Joey had noticed his father’s middle aged

face looking back at him in a mirror, especially in the past year.

Though it didn’t happen often, and Joey could never predict when it was

going to happen, he’d catch a quick glimpse that would leave him so

stunned his heart would start pounding in his ears.

Joey stepped back from the lobby mirror so he wouldn’t be

standing directly beneath the bright crystal chandelier, and his heart began

to slow. He took a breath, exhaled, and turned to the right. He looked like

himself again, the handsome, well-built, image of male perfection he’d

worked so hard to create all his life. In this angle, without the harsh

overhead lighting, his dark brown hair was still shiny, his lightly tanned

skin still firm, and he still had a slight cleft in his chin. He looked more

like thirty than forty; his father’s middle-aged face disappeared. He almost

laughed at the mirror, because he should have known better than to stand

directly in harsh lighting. Joey had been an entertainer long enough to

know that no one, no matter how old they are, looks good lit from above.

When he was upstairs in his penthouse and stripped out of his

biking gear to take a fast shower, he glanced at his naked body in a full length

mirror to the right of the black marble shower. In this soft light,

with steam pouring out from the shower, he looked nothing like his father

had looked at forty years old. Thanks to a strict daily workout routine,

Joey’s defined chest bulged and rounded. He ran his palm down his flat

stomach and stopped just below the two lean muscles on his lower

abdomen that led to his groin. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him—just

lean muscle and bone.

He spread his legs wider and tightened his thighs. The definition

in his legs matched that of his upper body. Thanks to regular waxing, the

only visible hair anywhere on him was a neat little patch that resembled an

arrow above his penis. Before he stepped into the shower, he turned and

gazed at what had always been his most flattering feature: his tight, round

buttocks. When he arched his back and looked over his shoulder at the 

mirror, he smiled and took another quick breath, hoping he still had a little

time left to do a few things he wanted to do.

After he showered and shaved, he put on sweatpants, a sweatshirt,

and a navy blue baseball cap. Then he grabbed a black backpack that had

been resting on a gilded stool at the foot of his Louis IV bed and jogged to

the elevator. He still had plenty of time to reach the theater before the

show began. He never rushed anywhere on purpose, but he’d always been

so filled with energy he couldn’t help moving at a fast pace. He jogged

through the lobby and smiled when the doorman held the door for him.

When he reached the long black Town Car waiting for him outside the

building, he patted the driver on the arm and climbed into the backseat.

On the way to the theater, he checked his e-mail and listened to a

few messages on his voice mail. When he returned his BlackBerry to his

backpack, he smiled because there didn’t seem to be anything urgent to

deal with that afternoon. There had been a message from his agent about a

deal he was negotiating for Joey’s next acting job. There was another

message from his sister in California, and one from his life partner, Ned.

Joey’s sister had called to wish him well that night, and his life partner,

who was away on a business trip in Chicago, had just called to check in

and say he’d arrived there safely. Ned was a high-end New York art dealer

and he had wealthy clients all over the globe. He’d been traveling like this

since he and Joey had started dating almost twenty years earlier.

Joey rested his back against the plush leather seat and gazed at the

passing cars. He’d call his sister and his partner back later, and he’d deal

with his agent tomorrow. The only important thing Joey King had to do

that night was give an excellent performance on the final night of the long running

Broadway show he’d been starring in. He smiled when he

remembered how everyone had predicted the show would fold in three


When the Town Car dropped him off at the theater, he jogged to

the stage door entrance and went directly to his dressing room without

stopping to talk to anyone. His makeup took a long time and he knew it

was better to start sooner than later. But something happened on the way to

his dressing room that made his heart race even faster than it had raced

when he’d caught a glimpse of his father’s face in the lobby mirror an hour


Two attractive young guys with small parts in the play didn’t see

Joey coming down the hall. They were standing on the other side of his

dressing room, talking about their careers, and Joey couldn’t help but

overhear them.
A guy with a deep voice said, “When this show is over I’m

not sure what I’m going to do.”
Another guy with a softer voice replied, “I

guess we just have to keep going on cattle calls, because there’s nothing

else we can do.”
The guy with the deep voice made a groaning sound and


said, “And with people like Joey King around, who will never retire and

give guys like us a chance, we’re totally fucked.”
The one with the soft

voice laughed and said, “Yeah, they’ll be pushing that old queen out on

stage in a gilded wheelchair ten years from now.”

Joey blinked. He was barely forty, and in ten years he’d be fifty. A

wheelchair? How old did they think he was?

The dressing room door was wide open and Joey’s assistant, Karla,

was standing there with one hand on her hip and the other pressed to her

stomach. Joey knew Karla had overheard the young guys, too, so he sent

her a glance and shrugged his shoulders as if trying to make light of their

comments. He tried to smile but his face felt so hot and his heart was

racing so fast he started to feel lightheaded. This wasn’t the first time

someone had made a reference to Joey’s age in the past year, and he knew

it wouldn’t be the last.

Joey was one of the few successful female impersonators in show

business who had reached the pinnacle of starring in his own Broadway

play. And it wasn’t just any old musical comedy. Joey’s show consisted of

elaborate set designs, special effects, cutting-edge costumes, and intricate

dance routines. It was sexy, outrageous at times, and had gathered the kind

of cult following that only happens once in a while. Most theater critics

had compared the show to a rock concert, and one of Joey’s songs, Vicious

Bitches, had hit the mainstream top forty.

For Joey, a lot of this success had been unexpected. But he’d

worked extremely hard to achieve everything in his life and he took

nothing for granted. He’d made the crossover from small-time drag queen

in dingy gay bars to major Broadway star and recording artist, which

hadn’t been easy. Joey knew that even though his show had been one of

the most successful on Broadway in years, there were other young female

impersonators—just like he’d been once—who wanted their chance to star

in a big Broadway play. They would have killed to be successful recording

artists, and they weren’t shy about letting anyone know it.

Karla, always the devoted assistant, punched the wall beside the

dressing room door and the two young actors jumped. They were already

in costume—blond wigs, glittery showgirl outfits, and high heels—and

waiting for the show to begin.
“Don’t you two assholes have anything

better to do than stand around wasting time?” Karla asked them.

The two guys turned. When they saw Joey standing there and

realized he’d probably overheard what they’d just said, they both gulped at

the same time. The one with the deep voice nodded fast and said, “Sorry,

we didn’t think anyone was around.”
The one with the softer voice looked

down at his high heels and smoothed out his sequined showgirl costume.

Joey forced himself to smile and said, “Let’s kill them out there

tonight, guys. It’s the last show and we don’t want anyone to be

disappointed. This has to be the most perfect show we’ve ever done.” He’d

learned a long time ago the best way to handle negative criticism was to

 pretend it didn’t bother him.   

A Big Thanks to The Bathhouse Blog

I don’t get google alerts. I just don’t like them. They cram up my in-box and annoy me.

But the downside of not getting google alerts is when I miss something nice and I miss a chance to say thank you. So here’s why I’m writing this post:

Who: The Bathhouse Blog.

What: They mentioned one of my books, HOT ITALIAN LOVER, in this post.

When: On October 28, 2011, and I’m embarrassed to admit I just saw it last night while checking blog stats. (I don’t check them very often either.)

Why: Because I want to thank them for being so nice. They didn’t have to do this!!

Where: You can check out the home page of The Bathhouse Blog, here.

For those who don’t know, I wrote a bathhouse scene in HOT ITALIAN LOVER that I thought was authentic. At least I based most of the scene on my own personal experiences as an openly gay man. And though I’m not an expert on bathhouses to any degree, I do know they’ve been a huge part of gay male culture for more years than I can count offhand.

If you’re interested in what real gay culture is like, check them out. I can’t promise you much, but you won’t see any Snoopy Happy Dances over there (smile).

Unpublished Excerpt: HOT ITALIAN LOVER

In this scene from HOT ITALIAN LOVER, the mc is out on a date with someone new, and he runs into his ex-partner…and his ex-partner’s new, much younger, boyfriend. It’s also what I consider a “raw” excerpt. In other words, it’s never been copy edited.

Jarrod welcomed them both with hugs and kisses, and then he led them to a small table at the back of the bar. But as they crossed the small wooden dance floor, Joey heard someone call out his name from the other side of the room. He stopped walking and turned. When he glanced to the right and saw who was calling him, it felt as if someone had pounded him in the stomach with a golf club.

Ned Stevens waved at him from across the bar. And Passion, the younger lover, was waving and bouncing, too. Joey grabbed his old friend’s arm and said, “Did you know Ned was here, Jarrod?”

Jarrod shrugged. “I just came in. I was in the office upstairs writing checks. I had no idea.”

Joey rolled his eyes. “What the fuck is he doing in Florence?”

Antonio put his arm around Joey’s waist and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Jarrod lowered his voice and said, “Joey’s ex-partner is here, with the guy Joey found him in bed with.” He kept his voice low and his expression somber. But Joey couldn’t help thinking Jarrod was holding back a smile, enjoying this act of fate a little too much.

“I think I’d like to leave,” Joey said. He looked at Ned and Passion again. Passion was still waving and they were both making their way to the dance floor. “If I’d known they’d be here tonight, I never would have come.”

Jarrod said, “You can slip out the back way through the dressing room. I’ll just tell Ned you weren’t feeling well.”

But Antonio didn’t seem pleased at all. He grabbed Joey’s waist with more strength and said, “We’re not going anywhere.”

Joey looked up at him. “Oh yes we are. And we’re taking the back door.”

Antonio shook his head and said, “We are staying right here and we are going to enjoy ourselves. You don’t have to run from anyone, not as long as I’m with you.”

By the time Ned Stevens and young Passion reached them on the dance floor, the music had changed to a slower song and they didn’t have to shout over the Italian lyrics. Joey wanted to kick Ned Steven between the legs, but he kissed him lightly on the cheek instead. Joey didn’t hug or kiss little Passion. He smiled and nodded in his direction, trying hard not to glare at what Passion was wearing. Passion’s tight shirt, made out of some type of fake shiny material, was fire engine red and exposed an inch of his tiny waist. He wore eyebrow pencil, mascara, and some type of glittery cream above his eyelids. His leopard tights hugged his tiny legs and his bright red shoes had checkerboard laces.

Joey pressed his palm to his chest and he smiled at Ned, and then he said to Passion, “I just love your outfit, sweetie. It’s so colorful.” Though he was still ready to kick Ned Stevens in the balls, seeing how ridiculous little Passion looked that night gave him a sense of satisfaction that made him smile more than he had in the past month.

Hot Italian Lover Model…

I can honestly say that I’ve never hated a book cover I’ve had…even when it comes to anthology covers where I’m part of a group of authors. I like them all, and I’m usually never one to make more than a few comments about them. For me, even as a reader, it’s usually more about the content of the book than the cover.

This is mainly because I’m not a cover artist and I’m thankful to those who have the talents to produce great covers. I love Paul Richmond covers…and author G.A. Hauser has it nailed with great covers and cover models. And I like most other covers I see, too.

But this is the first time I’ve ever really gaped (drooled) at one of my own book covers. And it’s all because of the model in the photo above. I was curious to see how he’d look alone, so I cropped the photo. I wish I’d been able to crop out my name, too, but I’m not a great “cropper.” Don’t get me wrong…the other model is great…I like the entire cover. But damn, there’s just something about this guy that makes you want to smile right back at him!!


As I stated in an earlier post, HOT ITALIAN LOVER was supposed to be titled HIS TUSCAN EMBRACE. The publisher suggested HOT ITALIAN LOVER and I couldn’t decide so I let them choose in the end.

Choosing one title that works is never easy. Trying to decide between two is torture…for me. And sometimes I’d rather step back and let someone more objective offer advice.

The book can be purchased on all major web sites where e-books are sold, including amazon and the publisher’s web site.

Here’s a link to I truly do love them and the way they set up their site, and I always encourage readers to check them out. The product information is superior to most web sites. And they always send me a reminder about when one of my books is released (I love that). The readers over there tend to be a little more critical than other sites, but you take the good with the bad (smile).

(Note: From now on, if I publish the first paragraph of any post on the comment thread, it’s because when I link to facebook the first comment is always revealed on the status update. I don’t know how this works, but I don’t want anyone’s comment here on the blog being plastered all over the world, so I’ve decided to just post the first paragraph on the thread.)