Vanity Loves Company

A Salacious Single

Eric Franklin is a handsome and intelligent bio-genetic scientist, and he’d be the first one to tell you so. Working in a remote, island laboratory for a private investor, Eric has discovered the secret to cloning an organism’s exact replica, with no need to raise the life form from infancy to maturation. Before he passes the news on to his investor, however, Eric decides to try the process on the perfect human subject: himself. Having always felt as if he lacks an equal to his sexual desires and intellect, Eric is intrigued at the idea of talking, working, and having sex with an exact replica of himself. All health concerns would be moot, and his partner would know his every desire before he spoke it aloud. To Eric, it’s the perfect solution to his lonely situation, but a scientist should realize that nothing is ever, truly perfect.

Double Down

A Salacious Single

After a winning streak at a casino blackjack table, Rick gets lucky in a posh hotel suite with his new friend, Steve, and their card dealer, Doug, who brings a whole new meaning to the term "double down."

Convoy

A Salacious Single

A long haul trucker pulls off into a rest area for the night. Looking for some action, he finds three other like-minded men in the rest room, and together they bring a whole new meaning to the term “convoy.”

Buried Secrets

Buried Secrets

Bryson Franklin made bad choices in his past. When he inherits his grandparents’ farm outside the small town of Willow River, however, he sees it as a chance for a fresh start. But patterns from his past resurface when Bryson takes up with Daniel Riggs, his bad boy neighbor, and he soon finds himself helping Daniel cover up a murder.

After Bryson breaks things off with Daniel, the kindness and attention of handsome sheriff’s deputy Sam LeClaire gives him hope, but when Daniel shows up on Bryson’s doorstep a year later, will Bryson be able to resist temptation?

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Bryson set his coffee cup in the stainless steel sink on his way to the front of the house, proud that his stride didn’t falter when he saw the sheriff and Sam waiting on the other side of the screen door.

“Sheriff Billings,” Bryson said, keeping his tone as level as possible as he opened the door. “This is a surprise.” He nodded to Deputy Sam LeClaire who stood just behind the sheriff, and then he flashed what he hoped was a calm, innocent smile at the both of them. Bryson thought he saw something in Sam’s expression, but the sheriff started talking and Bryson was forced to look away from him.

“Hopefully not a bad surprise,” Billings said. “How are things out here?”

Bryson shrugged. “Fine. I’ve been doing some fix up chores around the place, and I planted a vegetable garden out back. It’s kind of small, but I’m hoping to get at least one of the fields planted next year. Try and get some of the old Franklin magic back.”

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“Just you here?” Billings asked.

Bryson nodded as the first twist of fear tightened within his gut. “Yep. Just me.” He pushed the door open wide. “Care to come in and see for yourself?”

“If it’s not an imposition,” Billings said. “Deputy LeClaire and I would surely love a cup of joe.”

“Oh, yeah, I could put on a fresh pot,” Bryson said as the men stepped past him into the house.

“No coffee for me, thanks,” Sam said with a smile that seemed genuine and maybe something more. Nervous? Bashful? Bryson tried to follow the train of thought, tried to find a moment to study the curve of his jaw, the pointed chin, the prominent Adam’s apple that begged to be kissed. But the sheriff kept talking, forcing Bryson to turn his attention to Billings as he walked along the hallway toward the kitchen.

“Well, if the deputy isn’t partaking, I can wait until we get back to town for a fresh cup, I guess,” Billings said. By then he had reached the kitchen and stood looking around the room as if inspecting the place.

“You sure?” Bryson asked. “It’s no trouble. I’ll probably end up making a fresh pot in a few hours anyway, just save me the trouble later.”

“Well, since you’re offering.” Billings smiled, showing small teeth that made Bryson think of those dolls from years ago that came with teeth, and he had to fight to suppress a shudder. Bryson got busy making the coffee and said over his shoulder, “So besides the coffee, what brings you out my way?”

“Sure it’s just you here in the house?” Billings asked.

Bryson frowned and faced the men. “What’s this about, sheriff?”

“Just us here?” Billings repeated.

“Yes, of course,” Bryson replied, the fear twisting inside him like hot barbed wire. “Who else were you expecting?”

“Not sure, to be honest,” Billings said and pulled out a chair at the table, then looked up at Bryson. “May I?”

“Please, of course.” Bryson started the coffee maker and faced the men. The sheriff was seated at the table, his hands folded before him and his small eyes locked on Bryson. Sam stood a few feet behind the sheriff, hat in hand, a sheepish, apologetic, expression on his handsome face that seemed, interestingly enough, still alert and watchful.

“You’re a fit young man, out here all alone,” Billings continued. “Shame to see you waste your youth in such isolation.”

“I’m not isolated. I’ve got Internet access here, and I get into town now and then for dinner or lunch and shopping. Meet some friends for drinks on occasion.”

“Friends?” Billings turned to look at Sam. “You hear of Bryson meeting anyone in town?”

“What?” Sam looked at Billings with wide eyes, as if the sheriff’s question had startled him out of some deep thoughts. “Oh, I don’t know. I’m not sure.”

Billings stared at Sam a moment in silence, then turned back to Bryson. “Well, I haven’t heard of you meeting anyone in town. Who might that be? These friends of yours?”

Bryson looked between the men, then focused his attention on the sheriff. “Am I in trouble for something?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Franklin, are you?” Billings asked.

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Vancouver Nights

Fluffers, Inc. Book Three

Vancouver Nights
Part of the Fluffers Inc. series:

Charlie Heggensford, the Idaho farm boy turned L.A. fluffer for hire, is back for another crazy, sexy adventure. With Rock Harding on tour in The Netherlands, Charlie is forced to find ways to occupy himself: on his knees, on his back… And in trouble. Charlie gets in so much trouble his boss, Kinitia Jones, encourages him to take some time off and get out of town for his own safety.

Charlie hitches a ride to Vancouver, Canada, to visit his good friend and former bear porn star, Brent Harrington, who now owns a pet store. When a member of Brent's bowling team begins to have attendance problems, Charlie steps in as a sub. Soon Charlie is throwing balls around the alley and giving new meaning to the term "pin action" in the back room.

All is well, until a string of pet store break-ins has a hot police inspector keeping his eye on Brent. When evidence begins to stack up against his friend, Charlie decides it's time to take matters into his own hands. As Charlie creates havoc in the pet store, he and Brent work on narrowing their list of suspects for the break-ins, and follow the clues to hunky deliverymen, raunchy sex clubs, and even their own bowling league!

A Carnal Cruise

Fluffers, Inc. Book Two

A Carnal Cruise
Part of the Fluffers Inc. series:

Charlie Heggensford, the Idaho farm boy turned L.A. fluffer for hire, is back, and this time, Charlie and the rest of the gang from Fluffers, Inc. are hitting the high seas. Hired to provide fluffing service on a cruise ship filled with gay porn stars, Charlie soon discovers he is no less clumsy on sea than dry land as he continues to over-stimulate his clients. While he works to master the art of his profession, Charlie meets up with a host of new, fetish-sporting men, including a glamorous drag queen with more than one surprise hidden beneath his skirts, a pair of hunky Latin twin brothers who bring new meaning to the term "brotherly love", a hot masseuse with a mysterious past, and the ship's doctor who harbors some surprises of his own.

As the ship steams toward Acapulco, hot, unavailable porn star Rock Harding begins to see ghosts from his past and the shock of his sightings affects his ability to perform. When all other mouths fail to bring Rock up to his task, Charlie is recruited to act as the hunky star's personal fluffer, much to the displeasure of Rock's lover and gay porn director extraordinaire Cedric Wilmington. During the cruise, Charlie discovers not only the healing power of vinegar, the trick to running in heels, and the lengths Cedric would stoop to hang onto Rock, but enough secret revelations to make his head swim!

Fluffers, Inc.

Fluffers, Inc. Book One

Fluffers, Inc.
Part of the Fluffers Inc. series:

After leaving his home on an Idaho dairy farm, Charlie Heggensford lands in Los Angeles like a farm fresh egg. He endures a few dead end jobs until he finds a place to put his particular set of skills to use: Fluffers, Inc. At the fluffer dispatch service, Charlie proves to be good at his job… a little too good. As a fluffer in the gay porn movie business, Charlie has to learn how to keep a client hard without making him climax; and how not to become too attached.

As Charlie bounces between movie sets, the beds of actors and directors, and the backseats of cars, his optimistic outlook and fluffing skills make him a lot of friends, and a few enemies. Ride along with Charlie as he navigates the sometimes bitchy, often funny, always smoking hot waters of the gay porn movie industry with his co-workers Ken, Billy, and Kinitia, sexy and loyal bear actor, Brent Harrington, and hot porn actor Rock Harding, the man that not only gets Charlie hard as he's making Rock hard, but has stolen his heart.

Laugh with — and at — Charlie as he fluffs and stumbles through the freshly edited and updated story, including new chapters depicting Charlie's life back in Idaho!