The next morning Greg woke up with a start. "What time is it?" He turned reaching over Bruce grabbing the clock on the nightstand. They had both went to sleep not long after making love. Neither of them had meant to go to sleep. And they had both forgotten Greg had to be up early the next morning. "Shit..." he clamored out of bed running naked into the showe...
The dark sky continued to rain down on him its icy rain and sleet. Clad in only a T-shirt, an open button-up shirt, jeans and tennis shoes Jonathan turned to face the now scarce south bound traffic on I-75. He stuck out his thumb praying someone would have mercy on him. The cold had truly saturated his very being with its relentless glacial fingers. Knowin...
It was several weeks later and it seemed that all of their dangers had passed. But Tony was growing more and more restless as time went by. Bruce would pop in from time to time, just to check on everyone. Each time that he did, he and Tony just could not see eye to eye. And of all the time that Tony and Greg had spent with each other, it appeared that Jonath...
The best hunting for lions in the Kingdom of Urartu was in the south, near the border with Assyria. This area was not the safest place to be in those years of Assyrian expansion into the region between the Caspian and Black seas, but it was where the lions were. So, when the prince of Urartu took his hunting party from the capital at Tushpa, on the Nairi Sea...
JUNE 1720 Disoriented, head still groggy from whatever had been in what he drank earlier, in the dark, putting his hand out and feeling a curtain, eighteen-year-old Franz drew the drapery aside and put his feet on the floor. The richness of a carpet under his bare feet told him he wasn't in his parents' residence above the book binding shop. It wasn't just...
Jonathan woke up alone once more. It had been two weeks since Bruce had brought him home. The tests did finally come back. Well, actually, they had been back three days after they were sent. Someone had misplaced the results, not finding them, until Greg had threatened to put his foot up someone's ass if they didn't. But even since he had known he was clea...
This chapter involves a simulated rape and some violence. If this offends you, please do not read it. I appreciate all of the comments and emails that I have gotten from each of you. I do hope to continue to receive them. For those of you who have begged me for this, here it is. And for those that have asked of Bruce, he will be present in the remaining c...
"I think it's wreckage of a ship. From the storm last night. It's not strange to find ship wreckage on the Cefalu beach after a tempest like that." Two scouts, on their regular patrol along the Adrano coastline while the forces of the Prince of Madness sought to invade the island nation, had stopped on the beach, their attention arrested by shattered ship p...
Tony dozed, as Jonathan slept soundly. He woke suddenly looking toward the door. It was closed. Standing he went to the bed checking the patient. Jonathan lay on his right side sleeping soundly. He checked the urine bag, seeing it would be soon that he would need to change it. Tony looked through the darkness. Something wasn't right. Reaching up over the y...
Riding the backroads between Butterworth on the Malay peninsula, across the water from the island of Penang, and the plantation manor at Taman Binjai on Mountjoy, with Sebastian on the lead behind me, I glimpsed a disturbance off in a cinnamon tree field at the side of the pathway. An undulating furry pelt peeked out incongruously from between the cinnamon t...