Genre: LGBT Literature or Fiction. The following is excerpted (Chapter Five) from THEY, a biblical tale of secret genders by Janet Mason (Adelaide Books ñ New York/Lisbon) the novel of which LGBTQ icon and Biblical scholar, Amos Lassen, has written: THEY is a groundbreaker and I am sure that the author will agree with me that attempting to add new…
Genre: LGBT Romance. Good morning, sleepy head.” “Morning.” Carol flashed a smile. “I had the best sleep, ever.” She yawned and stretched. “This bed is so comfy.”I leaned in to kiss her. “You look so cute when you’re sleeping.” “Did I snore?” “No!” I fibbed. “Well not that much.” She covered her face. “The shame of it.” “Don’t worry about…
Genre: LGBT Sci Fi or Fantasy. Chapter I – Accepted Accepted. That’s what the letter said. At that moment, I felt a sudden chill go up my spine. I pretended to smile as Mum and Dad shouted their delight that their little wizard was being sent thousands of miles away to study magic at an exclusive boarding school. I swallowed…
Genre: LGBT Sci Fi or Fantasy. “Gevan! It’s been too long,” Jack yelled as Gevan approached the group. “Welcome back, Jack,” Gevan replied as he gave his best friend a hug. Jack was a few inches taller than Gevan, but only a month older. He had blond hair and blue eyes and was clean shaven like his father. His hair…
Genre: LGBT Romance. “That was so fun,” Calhoun says. “Okay. What kind of golf do you wanna play? There’s pirate golf and Jurassic Putt and ocean golf and jungle golf and every kind of golf ever.”Audie cracks a half smile, all he can manage in the Southern-state neon glare, still lit in the midday sun. A girl walks by in…
Genre: LGBT Romance. Quinn blinks. He doesn’t think anyone’s ever has asked him to dinner and now he can’t help but stop and try to remember if that’s true. By now, Henry has caught up and he stands behind Ellis, still mounted. “SAY YES,” Henry mouths.“Sure.” Quinn shrugs, snapping out of it. “Why not?”“You sure?” Ellis asks. “Took you awhile.”“Yeah,”…
Genre: LGBT Romance. “Because he is a witch,” she answered with a small downward jerk of her cane so that it struck the wooden floor like a judge’s gavel. “There are those who visit our hamlet. They come on the night of a harvest moon in the shadow of Mabon, stopping here, for respite or relief.” She waved her hand,…
