The Adonis of WeHo- A 'divine' comedy

By: G.A. Hauser

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Having lived a life of ease in the heavens, Adonis had done well keeping a low profile and staying out of trouble.


But jealous Hera, whose wrath had come down on every half-mortal-half-god on Mount Olympus and earth, finally had him in her sites. She ordered Adonis to find a mortal woman to marry and mate, spreading his seed. Adonis had to accomplish this feat in two weeks, or…pay the consequences. And with someone as volatile as Hera, he knew it was no idle threat. She had saddled him with wings, merely to make his feat even more challenging.

The only problem was…Adonis loved men, not women.

Reese Anderson is a writer of erotic gay porn. Though he lives his life in his fantasy land, pumping out a plethora of novels per year, Reese doesn’t have good luck with men. They come…and they go.

One day on the beach in LA, Reese spots a man with wings and thinks he is seeing an angel of his death. Though he panics and the man flees, Reese returns to that beach to find that mysterious man, one who is desire incarnate.

Little does Reese know that his life is on a collision course with the gods of Greek Mythology as he finds himself in love with an Adonis. The Adonis. And Adonis soon becomes the star of Hollywood, and the ‘Adonis of WeHo’.


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June 2012 – Stormy Glenn Interview and Giveaway

I'm being interviewed today at Hearts on Fire Reviews.


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Sweet Oblivion or Sunshine's Kiss

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Troy Summers is a cop. He's recently been partnered with fellow police officer, Jamie Everson, and they get along great. He likes Jamie's brother, Nicky, even more.

When Nicky gets beaten up by his ex-boyfriend and comes to him for help, Troy can't say no, not when it brings Nicky right into his arms. Even still, Troy wants to take things slow with Nicky. He knows they have a connection but he wants to build a relationship with him, even if it means hiding it from Nicky's brother and the rest of the world.

But when Troy gets shot during a drug bust, all bets are off. Their secret relationship comes out. It not only lets everyone know that they've been living together, but brings Bruce back into the picture. Jamie and Troy have to work together to save not only Nicky but themselves, but can they save Nicky in time or will Troy lose the most intriguing man he's ever met?


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Graham Craig and Darren Sanford have been having an affair for nearly a year, a secret affair. Graham doesn't want anyone to know. When Darren's emotions become too deeply involved, Graham knows he has to break things off, even if it feels like he's cutting out his own heart

When his self-imposed separation from Darren becomes more than he can stand, Graham goes back to beg for another chance. He sets out to prove what they have together is special. Then Graham learns some terrifying news that changes everything. Someone has put a hit out on him and everyone he loves is in danger. Graham knows what he has to do. As much as it pains him, Graham tells Darren they are over, again. He knows that this time, Darren will never give him another chance, but at least the man will be alive to hate him. Graham goes into protective custody, along with other members of the drug task force he works on, and his family.


But when well-meaning friends interfere, can Graham save the man he loves before an assassin's bullet gets him, or will he lose Darren before he has a chance to tell him—and the entire world—how much he loves the man?


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Finished & Submitted - More Than A Pet

Formerly known as "Save A Sub"... More Than A Pet has been finished and submitted. It is a Tasty Teaser, set for release on or around July 24th.



MORE THAN A PET
The Dom War changed the world. Without the blood pets provide, masters die. Without the safe haven masters provide, pets die. But the fight over pets is a constant battle that grows more dangerous with each passing second.


Remsen Marrik doesn't know what to do when he inherits a pet from a man he has always been enemies with. Giving Boy up isn't an option because hunters are after the sweet little pet. But can he settle for someone he never chose?


Boy is a pet. He's been one for as long as he can remember. When his old master is killed, Boy is sent to Marrik, the one master that might be able to keep him safe from the hunters that are after him. But Marrik is unlike any master Boy has ever had and the rules Boy has always followed have changed. Can Boy learn to trust in this new master who seems to want more from him than any master ever has or will his own fears place him right into the hands of the hunters?


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STORY EXCERPT


"Are you Marrik?"


Marrik glanced over at the man that spoke, surprised by the softness of the voice he heard until he saw the small, thin man standing beside him. Then it made sense. No man that regularly inhabited the bar they were in spoke so demurely. It could get someone killed.


There was one exception and he stood in front of Marrik, his head bowed, eyes looking down at the floor as all pets should do. Meeting a master's eyes could be seen as a challenge for power and that got people killed.


"I'm Marrik," he replied slowly. He was intrigued as to what this pet wanted. While it wasn't unusual for a pet to approach him, it was unusual for one to speak before given permission to do so. It was very unpet like.


"Remsen Marrik?"


Marrik sat up straighter and leaned back in his chair. He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared the man down. "Who wants to know?" he asked, curious to find out because not many people knew his first name. Everyone just called him Marrik.


Marrik was shocked by the glint of desperation in the milky green eyes that darted up to meet his for a brief second. The man's entire body shook and he looked ready to pass out on the floor. He was clearly terrified.


"Please, sir?"


"Yes," Marrik said, softening his reply when the man's anxiety came through in his distressed whisper, "I'm Remsen Marrik."


The relief that came over the man was immediate. His shoulders slumped as if a large weight had been lifted from them. His eyes closed briefly then dropped back down to the floor when they opened up again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a white envelope, handing it over.


Marrik almost fell out of his seat when the man knelt down on the floor at his feet. He sat back, raising his arms out of the way as he watched the man wiggle under the table between his legs to lay his head down on Marrik's leg.


The man let out a contented little sigh and all of the tension in his body seemed to fade away right before Marrik's eyes. The little guy looked happy as fuck to be right where he sat—between Marrik's legs. Marrik would be lying if he said there wasn't something he liked about the man sitting there.


As the man snuggled in, Marrik remembered the envelope he held in his hand. Curious, he broke the wax seal and opened it up, pulling a piece of tan parchment paper free. He frowned as he opened it up read it.


Dear Remsen Marrik,


I would be the first to say that you and I don't see eye to eye on almost anything. We've even had our fare share of differences over the years. However, I have never seen you as anything other than an honorable adversary.


That being said, there is no one I feel I can entrust my precious treasure to except you. I know that you will protect my Boy with everything in you. If you're reading this letter, something has happened to me and I am no longer able to care for him. My Boy is special and many people want him for their own nefarious purposes and I hope you will keep him safe.


Boy is a gentle soul that needs a firm hand, guidance, and a safe place to be. I hope that you can provide that for him. I have informed Boy that he now belongs to you and must serve you as he served me. He understands his duties. His personal contract has been amended and your name now replaces mine as his master, as has his identifier mark.


I am trusting you with my most valuable possession, Marrik. Don't fuck it up.


Jonathon Simpson.


Marrik's mouth dropped open and he stared down at the man kneeling between his legs as shock flew through him like a freight train. He had inherited a boy, a pet? He didn't know if he had ever heard of such a thing.


"What is your name?"


"I am called Boy, Master."




ADULT EXCERPT


"Take your clothes off. I want to see you."


Boy swallowed hard and reached for the hem of his shirt. He knew since Marrik was now his master that the man could demand this of him but no one had ever seen him naked except for Master Jonathan. To say he was nervous was an understatement. Boy was scared out of his mind.


He pulled his shirt off and neatly folded it on the bar top then reached for the buttons of his pants. Boy stepped out of his shoes and then pushed his pants down his legs. He folded his pants, grabbed his shirt, and placed them both on top of his shoes.


Then he stood and waited.


"Stand back so I can see you."


Boy swallowed again. His throat seemed to be getting dryer with each passing moment. He took a step back then another one and another one until he stood naked in the middle of the room. Boy was too terrified to look up and see Marrik's reaction. The man could still sell his contract to a stranger if he found Boy unappealing.


When Marrik walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, Boy started to drop to his knees until Marrik's deep voice filled the room.


"I did not tell you to kneel, Boy."


It took every last drop of Boy's courage to stay standing and drop his hands to his sides as he was supposed to. There was a lot that went into being someone's pet. The main thing was knowing what was proper and what was not. Standing at attention had been drilled into his head at a very early age. It was just nerve racking to do it stark ass naked when he was being looked over by his new master like a prized horse.


"Turn."


Boy turned around as carefully as he could considering his knees were shaking so bad he thought they might give out on him.


"Stop."


Boy almost squeaked when he heard Marrik stand up behind him. He pressed his lips together when Marrik's fingers trailed down his back.


"Did Master Jonathan give these to you?"


Boy nodded. He knew Marrik was referring to the faded whip marks on his back. Master Jonathan had a heavy hand.


"I don't like marks, Boy."


Gods, Boy hoped not. He understood that there were times that he needed to be punished but he hated being whipped. Maybe that was why Master Jonathan did it, because Boy hated it so much. If he had liked it, it wouldn't be a punishment.


"You will be punished if I deem it necessary but I will not leave marks." Boy almost jumped when he felt Marrik's fingers trailed down his back then over the curve of his rounded ass. "I prefer your skin to be smooth and silky."


Okay, good to know. Boy nodded his understanding, suddenly glad that he hadn't been given permission to speak. He'd be screaming. Marrik's hands moving over his ass were driving him to distraction.


"Suck my cock, Boy."


Boy's eyes widened at the clear demand. He quickly turned and dropped to his knees at Marrik's feet, reaching for the buttons on the man's pants. His fingers trembled as he unbuttoned Marrik's pants and pulled the edges apart until the man's hard cock popped free.


Damn! The man went commando.


Boy swallowed hard then leaned forward to flick his tongue across the tip of Marrik's cock. Pearly beads of pre-cum blasted across his tongue. It was all Boy could do not to groan at the exquisite taste. Marrick was tart with a small hint of something elusive, but something that drew Boy to want more.


"Look at me, Boy."


Boy's eyes snapped up to meet Marrik's. It was something he wasn't used to. Master Jonathan never let him look up when he was giving a blow job. He was to either keep his eyes closed or look down. This was new and it made Boy's stomach give an anxious roll.


"You will always look at me when you suck my cock, Boy," Marrik ordered as he gripped a handful of Boy's hair. "I want you to know whose cock is in your mouth."


Boy would have nodded but he was too busy swallowing down as much of Marrik's impressive length as he could get into his mouth. Boy enjoyed sucking cock because he had no gag reflex to speak of. It allowed him to suck almost any man down his throat. He had been told he was very good at it.


He just hoped Marrik approved.


Using every skill he had ever learned while with Master Jonathan, Boy swallowed the man down again until he felt the head of Marrik's cock hit the back of his throat. He swallowed hard then took another couple of inches until he felt his nose brush against Marrik's pubic hair.


Boy sucked his cheeks in and slowly pulled back, giving Marrik's hard cock as much suction as he could manage. Once he reached the head again, Boy used his tongue to curve around the underside of the head then licked away the small drops of pre-cum pooling in the small slit on the top.


The more he sucked and licked, the tighter Marrik's fingers curled into his hair. When Boy pulled off of Marrik's cock and leaned down further to suck on the man's ball sac, Marrik groaned and started humping his hips.


Boy felt like a king.

Hop Against Homophobia - Winner

Hey all, I wanted to thank everyone that participated in this hop. Stamping out homophobia is very important. There are too many other things to worry about in this world than who is loving who. There are also too many wonderful people out there that deserve a life that most of us take for granted.

Congrats to the winner: Tabatha Hansen

I hope you enjoy "Sweet Oblivion"... due for release on May 26th.

Stormy

HOP AGAINST HOMOPHOBIA

Since learning about Hop Against Homophobia, and agreeing to be a participant in it, I have learned that there is some controversy surrounding it. Some believe that those of us participating are doing it only to garner sales for our books. And, while I believe that everyone has a right to their opinion, I did not enter this hop for that reason, nor do I believe my fellow writers did. I couldn't care less if this post gains me a single book sale. That is not my purpose.

Awareness is my purpose and here is why…

His name was Dana.

He was bright and sweet and had a smile that made everyone around him happy. We spent hours standing on the fire escape at college, checking out cute guys. He liked the fancy dressed ones. I liked cowboys and rednecks. But he had an eye for the nicest asses. He could see them coming or going, and point them out at a hundred paces.

He helped me with my makeup, and drove me crazy with his choice of clothing. He was a mess when it came to cooking and cleaning, a total slob. But he never let a day go by without telling me how much he cared for me, or how proud he was that I was his best friend. He had a seriously twisted sense of humor but he could make me laugh like no one I have ever met. He could impersonate Bette Midler singing from the movie "Beaches" and make me hit the floor laughing. We laughed together, spending our days ogling, and we cried together, spending our nights wondering why we couldn't find the perfect guys. He had a crush on my boyfriend, a secret we both promised to take to our graves. Sadly, one of us kept that promise. We were both looking for "Mr. Right". He settled for "Mr. Right Now".

And his "Mr. Right Now" took his life.

I lost Dana a little over 20 years ago. His sweet smile was taken from me, and the rest of the world, in an act of violence that I will never forget. And I fully believe that the monster that took him will never fully pay for what he did. He might have been found guilty of his crimes, but because it was considered "domestic violence between homosexual males", the punishment will never fit the crime.

Through friends and family, I have watched the people I care about struggle with being who they are… everything from having to hide who they love so they wouldn't lose their jobs to not being able to find adequate housing because they were gay to just trying to fit in. I have watched my loved ones struggle with the rage inside of them because they could not be legally married because they were in love with someone of the same sex, even after years being with the same person. And cry on my shoulder when their gay lover's family denied them access at the hospital because they refused acknowledge that they had a gay child with a lover of the same sex.

They have been denied the basic rights that most people don't even think about let alone consider that they might not have that right to. And for what?

How many people walk down the sidewalk and hold the hand of the one they love without even thinking of the consequences of their actions? Do straight people think "Gee, I wonder if someone will spit on me or yell at me, call me names or even worse, attack me physically, because I'm holding the hand of someone that is the same sex as me?" Or do they just hold the hand of their loved one?

When they meet that special someone, do they wish that they lived in a state that allowed gay marriage, or do they just start planning their wedding, knowing without a doubt that it is their right to get married?

Do they worry that the person they have lived with for years might get sick, not only because they want nothing to happen to their loved one, but because they might be denied access to their loved one because they are not legally married?

Will their children be discriminated against because his/her parents are the same sex? Will they be bullied or made fun of? Will the school that they attend try and teach them that how their parents live is wrong? Can they coach their kids' baseball team without other parents thinking they're a pervert because of who they love?

Will their family disown them because they love someone of the same sex?

Will people point at them?

Laugh at them?

Call them names?

All of the above?

Because of the people that I have been lucky enough to have in my life, both past and present, I have no tolerance for people who hate. Everyone should have the same rights, whether it's to get married or to walk down the street holding the hand of the one they love.

And yes, when it comes to my writing, I write because I love to write, but I also write m/m books because I truly believe that everyone has the right to love whoever they choose to, male, female, or purple penguin. And if I can convince just one person with my writing that what they feel is not only okay, but their right to feel… well, then…Dana would be proud of me.


The International Day Against Homophobia, held on May 17 every year, is a rallying event offering an opportunity for people to get together and reach out to one another. According to Fondation Émergence, the purpose behind the International Day Against Homophobia is to:

• Promote the growth of harmonious relationships among people, regardless of their sexual orientation;

• Further the inclusion of homosexual persons in society;

• Encourage citizens to understand sexual diversity;

• Put an end to discrimination based on sexual orientation in keeping with the charters of rights and freedoms;

• Give rise to a general open mindedness towards diversity, and other related values in our society;

• Show the devastating effects of homophobia;

• Propose and put in place concrete means to fight homophobia;

• Induce all sympathizers to organize activities aimed at fighting homophobia;

• Set up a consultation process among its partners;

• Converge all anti-homophobia activities on a single day;

• Put together an organizational structure capable of insuring the survival and recurrence of the event.


The goal of Hop Against Homophobia is to get people to see the messages on homophobic discrimination, and we're using prizes to do it. Homophobic discrimination is a very serious issue, but at the same time we want people to have fun during this hop so that they'll come next year (and hopefully bring more friends). So, please take the time to read this post along with the other posts on other blogs celebrating HAH. Leave a comment (along with your email) for a chance to win a free eBook copy of "Sweet Oblivion", my May 26th release. Only those comments with an email addy will be included in the contest. I have to have a way to contact you if you win. The Winner will be announced on my blog on May 21st.

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