Welcome to the planet Regelence that is ruled by patriarchal military gay power-couples, including King Steven and his male “consort”, Raleigh.

Not unlike the old-Earth society of 19th century England, you will find Dukes, Earls, and swords with Formal Balls, Manors, Country Houses and estates – all within a futuristic digital space-faring age.

On Regelence, the planet of gay love, it is the young men that are required to be chaperoned and chaste until their wedding night, or until their 25th birthday. To complete King Steven and Raleigh’s family, the two men are parents to five handsome and somewhat rowdy sons, all genetically engineered predisposed to homosexuality and the male-dominated culture. Enter the swashbuckler Intergalactic Navy Captain Nathaniel Hawkins. A brawny perfectly formed hairy hunk of a man, virile, strong and dependable, finds himself attracted to one of the King’s sons. Prince Aiden Townsend, totally adorable in his innocence, is an extremely artistic starry-eyed young lad

more interested in his sketching and painting than in finding his life partner. That is until he slips from a tree limb and falls into the arms of the mysterious Earl of Deverell and once he gets an eyeful of Nate, he begins to reconsider his future.

Nate and Aiden spend nearly the first third of the book fighting their growing attraction to each other to avoid a compromising situation and certain scandal. When the two finally get together, after the romance, the anticipation and the yearning, the sex scenes are explosively hot and sensual.

My Fair Captain is recommended as a light and fun read, offering a wonderful distraction.

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I have enjoyed reading James Lear’s work especially involving the erotic investigations of amateur sleuth Edward “Mitch” Mitchell and his sidekick Harry ‘Boy’ Morgan. With The Back Passage, Lear gave us the classic country house, Agatha Christie-styled thriller. The Secret Tunnel was a dark erotic version of Murder On The Orient Express. Both books offer a wonderful blend of murder mystery and hot gay erotica, with Mitch fucking first and asking questions later.

Now in James Lear latest book, A Sticky End, Mitch races around London finding clues to absolve ‘Boy’ of a murder charge. The policemen, working class gigolos, steam room bathers, embezzlers, and blackmailers that Mitch comes across create a tasty mystery and satisfying erotic romp.

from page 88

My hands felt firm, muscular, football player’s thighs through the rough blue material of his uniform pants, and my tongue tasted a fresh, hard cock. I gave one good, slow lick along the underside of his shaft and then, when I reached the top, opened up and swallowed him whole.

from page 145

He made none of the mistakes of the novice, instead shielding his teeth with his lips, keeping his mouth wet, applying just enough suction to bring me to full hardness but not so much that I thought he was trying to suck my brains out through my dick. I’ve had a lot of mouths on my penis over the years, and of all the common errors in cocksucking that I’ve encountered, I’d say that overenthusiasm is the worst. A blowjob should be a pleasure, not a contest of wills. It should certainly not resemble some kind of industrial process.

from page 228

When Sherlock Holmes is faced with a seemingly insoluble problem, he retreats into an interior world, usually accompanying himself on the violin. When Hercule Poirot is approaching his conclusion, he gives up all attempts at investigation and treats himself to a good dinner, some fine wine, and a digestif. Time to cast my mind adrift – to lose myself. And I could think of no better way of losing myself than by taking the biggest dick possible up my asshole. Holmes has his fiddle, Poirot his liqueurs – I have cock.

Mitch’s various encounters, coupled with the central mystery with its cast of colorful characters and Mitch’s insatiable desires, makes A Sticky End quite an enjoyable witty and sexy treat.

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I recently enjoyed reading a Josh Lanyon murder mystery, The Ghost Wore Yellow Socks.

Take a large and creepy old house in Vermont with dark, mysterious shadows everywhere and unexplained drafts turned into apartment dwellings with a landlady from hell.

We are then introduced to the mild mannered, asthmatic and shy Perry Foster – a 23-year-old struggling artist with “Bambi” eyes working as a librarian.

Perry Foster then discovers a dead body in his bathtub and after he runs seeking assistance, the body vanishes and he is not believed by anyone except for his surly neighbor Nick Reno, a former Navy SEAL.

Now add several eccentric sometimes ominous and threatening fellow boarders, any one of them perhaps being the culprit, for various reasons.

Nick and Perry team up to try to figure out what is happening in their boarding house. Perry seems so fragile at the beginning, yet he has a core of stubbornness, innocent idealism and strength that keeps him going no matter how tough things get.

Nick starts out surly, cold, and even mean at times, but he too has hidden depths. Nick’s protective instinct evolves into something more as he comes to respect the younger man for his own inner strength and talents.

With a gay romance subtly and realistically woven into a plot that is mostly centered on the mystery, I did find The Ghost Wore Yellow Socks an enjoyable read.

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In Stealing Some Time, it is the year 2477 and much of the world has long since become desert due to the unchecked use of fossil fuels in the centuries past.

Technical Sergeant Kallen Deshara of the North American Alliance’s Air Defense Force is only 20 years old and already has been in three relationships.

While in boot camp, Kallen comes to terms with the fact that he is gay. He even finds his first gay relationship with a fellow recruit, Tiago Sandoval, but is dumped shortly thereafter. While nursing his wounds, he finds his second relationship with a fellow student Dayler Madsen at the operational photronics training school in Vancouver.

After a couple of months of steady weekly intense work outs with Dayler as trainer, Kallen came to understand that Dayler was only trying to constantly change him into something new and different. On Page 46, “Every week it was a routine of posing nude, having his measurements taken, then complying with a new sexual fantasy having to do with Dayler’s ‘transformed hot boy’”.

“Do you love me?”

“What do you want me to say?” Dayler responds. “That I want to be with you forever? That I want to only do you for the rest of my life? That we’re gonna get married? I knew you’d eventually ask that question. The answer’s no. I don’t love you.”

Kallen is then shipped off to his first duty in the mountains at the edge of North America’s Great Central Desert, beginning a relationship with Officer Acton Racelis. Since Kallen’s society shuns his sexual orientation, when called to Central Security, he is sure that he is walking into a court-martial.

Instead he finds that he is being sent on a secret mission. It seems that an experiment using a new device meant to accelerate the growth rate of crops has caused unexpected side effects. On page 123, Dr. Hatsuwakan explains, “I’m afraid our results couldn’t be predicted. You see, instead of shortening the maturation rate of those grains – the photonogrid opened a fracture or portal, for lack of a better word, in space-time.”

Kallen and his team are to travel to the year 1820 and end the severe ionizing radiation storms caused by the device. If they are not successful, their present may cease to exist.

They materialize in an isolated Kentucky wilderness and Kallen stumbles upon 19-year-old cartographer Aaric Utzman and literally and figuratively falls head over heels for him. Kallen discovers that love knows no boundaries – not even time itself.

In the meantime the plot thickens as a scientist uploads to Kallen the real history of how the world became burning hot. Kallen couldn’t be any more ill-prepared for that long-suppressed truth, along with a cascade of events that forces decisions about love, loyalty, allegiance, the quest for power, and the tampering with time itself.

Will Kallen go back? Can he go back? His colleagues who have already returned to the 25th century have other plans – they must bring him back before his presence in the past alters the timeline.

But Kallen recognizes that he may be able to shape the future that should have been.

My always enjoying Science Fiction, toss in a story of a young man discovering himself, add many pages of hot erotic gay sex – and after 492 pages in the three books of Stealing Some Time you have a wonderful story that spans one man’s full life.

Stealing Some Time – winner of the 2004 Stonewall Society Imagination Literary Award for best gay-themed science fiction.

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All hell breaks loose when Dean Smith, Earl of Carwick, is tricked into being discovered in the company of Rob, a handsome male prostitute. Now Dean needs to repair his broken engagement to a wealthy heiress… and Rob is the only one who can identify the man who set him up, proving to Dean’s fiancée that things weren’t as they appeared.

The trip from Worcester to Bath turns into a journey of self-discovery, as Dean finds himself becoming increasingly attracted to Rob.

On page 116, “And, oh God, Rob was attractive. Compellingly so. Eyes that glinted merriment and promised affection. A mobile, oh-so-skillful mouth. Rob’s body, half-glimpsed nude several times: the long line of his back, strength of his shoulders, alluring curve of his buttocks. Strong, graceful legs. Naked last night on the floor. Rob’s arousal had been most certainly not been faked.”

Rob stirs feelings that Dean has long kept repressed, but acting on them would make true the accusations that destroyed his engagement. Torn between duty and desire, Dean’s destiny lies in the hands of a Discreet Young Gentleman.

The Discreet Young Gentleman has adventure, mystery, and humor. The story has dashing young men, ghosts, class conflict, sleeping a night in a barn, getting robbed and a mysterious lady in grey.

Rob and Dean are given time to actually become fond of one another – never consummating their dreams with actual satisfaction until nearly the end of the story.

No damsels falling out of their dresses but just a Discreet Young Gentleman in tight pants.

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