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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Highland Gaymes by Carol Lynne There's more to a man than what's under his kilt. Shaw Fitzgerald loves touring the United States with his brothers. A fiddle player since an early age, music is the only thing he's ever been passionate about. That is, until he sees Curt Macaula compete for the first time. Good Cop, Bad Cop by Jenna Byrnes and Jude Mason Two hot studs, an evening of scorching sex, a pub, and the gaymes begin...or have they? Officer Kevin Sands and his lover get off on playing games - role playing games. When one of their escapades goes awry, will someone else pay the price for their fun? Or can the lovers solve a mystery that could mean the end of everything they hold dear? Elliot's War by Kim Dare The Welsh and the English. Celts and invaders. Captors and prisoners. Victors and slaves. Let the war games begin! The woodland war is billed by the university as an important exploration of differing cultural traditions within the British Isles. As far as Elliot understands it, the game involves the local Welsh students and those who invade the university from across the border, waging a war in the woodlands that surround the university. Crossed Hearts by Lisabet Sarai When love is the prize, everyone wins. For the past six years, Jason Hofstadter has attended the Four States Annual Scrabble Tournament. Jason comes to the Four States for two reasons - to play Scrabble and to get laid. Every year since his first, he has managed to hook up with one of the other players for some sexual fun. This year he has a chance at the grand prize in the tournament. Meanwhile, he figures he has hit the jackpot when he spots handsome, bookish Matt Sawyer, who's competing at the Four States for the first time. Rough Riders by Devon Rhodes Playing by different rules can lead to heartbreak, but changing the game plan can be the tiebreaker. Luke Briscoe has a good reason to stay in the closet with his team, the Rough Riders. Bitter past experience has taught him to be cautious around athletic teams. But after Mario, his teammate and lover of ten years, leaves him, tired of the secrecy, Luke is forced to confront his fears, especially since the sexy and confident new member of the team, Derek Grimm, has no problem with being out and proud. Contact Point by Gwendolyn Cease When two men who have nothing to lose and come together for one night, they both discover a connection they never thought possible. Jesse Chandler needed a place to get out of the storm. What he found was a bar catering exclusively to wolf shifters. Cade Reynolds, pack Alpha and bar owner, sees nothing but trouble when the small human wanders into his bar. When Jesse signs up for the pool tournament, Cade decides to let him participate, so he'll lose and leave. Instead, Jesse wins every game he plays until a storm puts the brakes on everything.
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: June 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [472 KB]
Words: 106467
Reading time: 304-425 min.

"Gaymes Anthology is a novel that any lover of m/m romance should not miss. There is love, respect and BDSM to keep you engaged and wanting more...This book is going on my keeper shelf for sure." -Two Lips Reviews

Shaw Fitzgerald was roused from sleep by his eldest brother, Brannon. "Five more minutes."

"Take all the time you want. I just thought you'd like to know the games are about to begin."

Shaw sat straight up and brushed the wayward curls from his face. "We're in Riverside already?"

Brannon laughed, his deep voice vibrating Shaw's chest. "We've been in Missouri since about two this morning, been parked since about four-thirty."

Shaw swung his legs over the side of the bunk and jumped down. Someday, he wanted to sleep in a real bed, but for as long as he could remember his family had lived and worked out of one recreational vehicle after another.

"Anyone in the shower?"

"Nope. Ronan's getting some much deserved sleep and Lachlann and Niall left about thirty minutes ago in search of a grocery store.

Before disappearing into the miniscule bathroom, Shaw turned back to his brother. "Thanks for waking me."

Brannon waved him off. "I know how much you enjoy watching the competitions, though I guess I'll never understand it. You'd think after seeing them all your life they'd start to get old."

Shaw shut the bathroom door. He couldn't tell Brannon or any of his brothers the real reason he'd become obsessed with watching the men compete. When he'd first realised he was gay, Shaw enjoyed ogling all the men, but recently, he'd set his sights on one in particular. Probably the straightest of the straight, Curt Macaula was the object of Shaw's nightly fantasies.

He took his morning erection in hand and squeezed. As images of Curt's six-foot-three-inch frame came to mind, Shaw stroked his cock. He'd always wondered what it would feel like to run his hands over the smooth, shaved skin of Curt's head.

Just like every morning, it didn't take long for his seed to rush from the end of his cock to the drain below. He gave himself a quick rinse and turned off the faucet. Stepping out of the shower was a bit like straddling the stool, but it was commonplace for Shaw.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the one and only bedroom, and over to the sink. Shaw studied his chin in the mirror. At the age of twenty-one, he still only had a handful of whiskers, he'd be better off plucking them he knew, but he shaved daily nonetheless.

Keeping quiet so as not to wake his sleeping brother, he made his way back into the main room of the RV, hoping he had a clean summer-weight kilt to put on. Instead of the Fitzgerald blue he wore when playing in the band with his brothers, Shaw found his favourite black and tossed it on his bunk along with a black T-shirt.

He glanced out of the window to the thermometer mounted on the side of the RV and whistled. It wasn't even nine o'clock and already the temperature sat at eighty-eight degrees. Instead of pulling out his black shorts and black knee socks, Shaw opted for a black jockstrap and flip flops.

After dressing, he ran his fingers through his drying curls and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge along with his binoculars. He was almost out the door before he remembered sunscreen. With a sigh, he set the water down and looped the binocular strap around his neck before slathering himself with the thick lotion. How did I get so lucky as to inherit Mom's auburn hair and fair skin?

Not for the first time, he wondered why he was so different from his brothers. All four of them were not only much bigger, but dark haired and brown eyed. Standing on stage next to them always left Shaw feeling inadequate. At only five-seven, he was known around the circuit as Baby Boy Fitzgerald. A name he detested.

Protected from the sun's rays, Shaw grabbed his water and headed out once more. He stopped by the small storage door, accessible from the outside of the RV, and pulled out his chair.

With his chair slung over his shoulder like a backpack, Shaw made his way to the event field. The anticipation as to whether or not Curt would be competing in Riverside was always his favourite part of a new weekend.