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Grumble Monkey and the Dept Store Elf

Kit Jefferies, a part-time department store Christmas elf, is an artist who loves life and his family. Unfortunately, his car dies at a rest stop in the middle of nowhere as he is heading home for Christmas. Enter Nick St. George.

Nick is a very unhappy man—he's achieved his professional goals only to find the rest of his life bleak and empty. Deciding there was only one way to make everything right, he is on his way to San Francisco on a dark mission, and even the horrible sleet storm that blocked his path won't deter him. That's when he found Kit.

At first, Nick is pretty sure rescuing Kit was a big mistake. Kit's personality is just too, well, effervescent. But as the miles go by, Kit begins to bring light to his dark heart. It might even be bright enough to illuminate a Christmas miracle.


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I loved this story. I love the characters. I love the journey from dark to light. I love the relationship. And I love the warmth that the holiday season brings to this story. I highly recommend you read Grumble Monkey and the Department Store Elf.
~~ Crissy at Joyfully Jay Reviews

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Anything Could Happen

Moving to Kansas City could be the best thing Austin Shelbourne has ever done. For a start, he can stop living a lie and finally come out of the closet. And there's a chance, though slim, that he might be able to locate the love of his life, Todd Burton. It had seemed like a good idea when he seduced his friend, but Todd freaked out and vanished. Austin hopes to find Todd, make things right between them, and win his love. But when he meets actor Guy Campbell, things get even more confusing.

The moment Guy sets eyes on Austin, he knows Austin is The One. But Austin makes it clear he feels a responsibility to Todd, and Guy has some dark secrets of his own. He’s found redemption in acting and directing, but worries that if Austin learns the truth, he might not be able bear it. And what if Todd accepts Austin's apology and the love Austin offers? Guy wants Austin desperately, but he also wants him to be happy. In the play of life, with the happiness of good men in the balance, anything could happen.

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There is something so exquisitely inviting about the way in which B.G Thomas writes. From the first sentence to the last you are engaged, invested and involved with all of his characters both major and minor alike.
~~ Top 2 Bottom Reviews

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And it does feel different. It has a ... weight to it. A good weight.

I have learned that I don't need validation. Validation is ego and I don't want to need that. But this "validation?" It is amazing. It feels somehow...I don't know. Mature. I know that is a weird word, but I can't help it. It feels like that.



One thing we could not get over was the overwhelming support and happiness and love and joy we got everywhere we went. Not only from native Baltimorians, but Baltimore tourists as well.

Isn't it sad so many of the people I work with can't be as happy? Christians is what they call themselves. I can give this to you on good authority. What they are doing is NOT "What Would Jesus Do." What they have in THEIR hearts is HATE. They can pretend it is something else. The can issue all that "God loves the sinner but hates the sin" all they want.



But here is the good news. God doesn't hate. God can't hate. God doesn't know hate. God doesn't hate anything. God is not an old man floating up there in the clouds somewhere, champing at the bit for Judgment Day so he can look in some big book and see if a name is written there or not. Looking over a Santa Claus List to see who was naughty and who was nice. God is LOVE and that is all God knows.



Do I think all Christians are like the many I have encountered all my life? No. Not at all. I don't think that. As wise friend of mine said recently, it is the squeaky wheel that gets the attention. The wheels the perform as intended go quietly through each day. I think many Christians do what Jesus would do. And what's more, I won't and will not let the ugly Christians ruin my life and the happiest day of my life. I will walk proudly, bathing in "R" and God's love.

I am married now. And it is different. And I know only joy.




And once more, I want to thank everyone who helped make this happen. Skyla Walters, who started this whole ball rolling in the first place by giving us the initial two days at the Hyatt, for organizing our shower, throwing it, and more (and of course taking care of our little Sarah Jane while we were gone) Leighton Rose and Jamie Alluisi. for putting together the fund that allowed us to afford to get married. To all the people too numerous to thank personally. To all those anonymous givers. To all who gave through love and support and kind words. To everyone who laughed in joy and shed happy tears. To Scott Frazier for being a witness on our joyous day and to Michael Murphy for surprising us and "crashing" and taking wedding photos (and being our other witness!). It was so wonderful to have the both of them there and the utter joy I could see that you both had defeated anything that could have come before. Michael was one of my first fellow writers that I ever met and I have had a special place for him in my heart ever since. To all those at Dreamspinner Press and all they have done. For all those at work that DID sign our card and showed up at our Shower and broke bread with us.



But most of all, I give all my love to "R." You have made me that happiest man in the world. The way you looked at me as we held each other's hands and repeated the words that wed us to each other...I will never forget it. I am crying now as I type this. I don't think I really knew until that moment just how deeply you loved me. And that kiss! Wow!



Peace and love to you all.
Remember, Leap and the net will appear
and may we all dare to live in beauty, balance and delight,
Bg Thomas


Signing our names in the Big Book in Baltimore....wow....


Author Micael Murphy, Me, R, and friend Scott Frazier.

All pictures by Michael Murphy.

It has been quite awhile since I have posted since I use Facebook and my blog now, but I thought I would fill you in on what is happened.

I am getting married. LEGALLY married. To the man I have been with for going on 14-years and who I had a real, but non-legal marriage, on Nov 5th, 2005.

And I want to thank my many friends and readers for making that magick happen. You have made ALL my wishes and dreams come true! We have plane tickets, we have the nights in the hotel, we even have wedding bands! Who would have known when I thought my dreams were crushed and we would not be able to get married that people would donate money to help it all happen?

Years ago I read a science fiction story in which a man is about to board a spaceship and head out to the stars. Before he leaves he stops at a space station and he has dinner with a married couple–two men. I smiled, I sighed, I said, “Two men married?? Ah well, it’s science fiction. And who knows, maybe one day…?”

And now, in two weeks I will be legally married…to a man. It’s real!

You know, I am married. I have been since November 5th, 2005. I couldn’t be more committed, more with him than I am now. But it isn’t “legal.” We have none of the rights that every married couple has. Do you know how it feels to have to check off the “Single” box on every legal document I’ve ever have to sign? Medical papers. Hospital stays. Employment paperwork. Petitions. Everything? My taxes each year? Do you know what that FEELS like?

Every time I feel like I have betrayed and denied my husband. There is a sick feeling in my stomach and my heart aches.

I mean, I could check off “Married,” but I happen to know from legal authorities that I have spoken with that I could get myself in trouble for doing it. Sometimes a LOT of legal problems.

But in two weeks it will be legal. That little piece of paper will be filled out and signed and we will be just as married as any other couple who have made the same decision. I may decide not to file taxes as a couple, but everyone else in every other married situation can do that. I will have the ability to make that decision. I get to make the choice.

I have the choice.

We were talking the other night and I said something like, “I plan on being with you the rest of my life….”

He said: “You better, that’s why I am going through all this trouble to marry you.”

I made a silly off-handed comment about how people do get divorced. And HE said, “No. No divorce. We do this and it’s forever.”

For a man who isn’t very romantic, now and again he hits one out of the ballpark! I am so in love. No wonder I can write romance. I believe in it. And I believe in love.

And I believe in my fellow human being. I have seen overwhelming kindness and generosity. Over the last weeks I’ve spoken of the things that would make my wedding day perfect and people are making all my wishes and dreams come true. Plane tickets…all paid for. We bought wedding bands! Real gold, REAL wedding bands. I wanted anyone who looked down at my hand to know I was married.

Married!

And friends and my readers and people I’ve never met and may never, ever meet donated money and are making all of it come true!

And the magic continues!! Yes, it does!

I just called the Baltimore Hyatt Regency to reserve the second two nights and got this heterosexual man who went on and on about happy he was for us. He started fixing everything and got us a really wonderful rate…and told us we had a city view.

Me: Is the city view better or the harbor view.

Him: Oh, the harbor view! But I can’t get you all the discounts on that….

Me: Oh. Well, that’s okay. (Then yelling down to R in his man-cave I tell him what happened).

R: Which do you want? The harbor view or the city view.

Me: Well, the harbor view of course, but come on! How selfish am I supposed to get?

R: We’ll get the harbor view then!

Me: (to the Hyatt Man) He said it was okay to get the harbor view.

Him: Okay…but hmmmmmm….you might have to change rooms because the two nights that were gifted to you are city view.

Me: Okay then–never mind. Believe me, I am MORE than thrilled.

Him: Hold on a minute…. (puts me on hold a long time)

Him: Mr Thomas? I just spoke to the manager and I have it all fixed. You have a harbor view, for a hundred dollars less a night than I quoted you, and I have told them it’s your honeymoon and they are going to make sure it’s prefect!

Can you believe it? MAGICK! Totally and complete MAGICK!

This is meant to be! That worry I had about the layover? Pshaw! This is meant to be!

Thank you! I want to thank all of you who have wished us well and who contributed to the campaign. http://www.youcaring.com/other/let-s-help-one-of-our-own/188169

Thank you!
With all the love in my heart!
Namasté,
BG

Sloan McKenna is going through a tough time. His beloved mother has recently passed away, leaving him her house and beautiful garden. But should he keep the house? Sell it? To make matters worse, he’s in love with one of his best friends, Asher, a man who can’t (or won’t) love him back.

Sloan’s neighbor, Max Turner, is married to an ambitious woman with far-reaching dreams, including moving the family to France. But Max is happy teaching at the local college and living in their nice, quiet town. Then he discovers his fourteen-year-old son is not only gay, but out and proud as well. That throws him into complete disarray, for more than one reason....

When Max’s wife leaves on a two-month business trip to Paris, circumstances throw the two men together. As they become friends, Sloan finds himself falling in love with Max, who is completely unavailable… just like Asher. As for Max, he is discovering that both his son’s coming out and his new friendship with Sloan are stirring up feelings he thought buried long ago. Spring is a time for rebirth—Is there any way the two men can find happiness and a new beginning?

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Hello my friends. If you were thinking about buying my new book, "Hound Dog & Bean," today sure would be the day to do it. Today on Amazon it is $5.38 instead of $6.99! That is one HELL of a savings! Gay men saving sweet little animals including my own Sarah Jane.( Read more...Collapse ) http://www.amazon.com/gp/bestsellers/digital-text/6487829011/ref=pd_zg_hrsr_kstore_3_6_last#

And HERE is an excerpt from the book! (Right after the cute picture that is...)



Bean sat in his office, feeling like utter shit. He sure hadn’t expected his day to go like this. Poindexter had changed his towel and gotten him some ice, which he held against his nose and face. He leaned back—trying to feel even a little bit better. It was a losing battle, but at least the ice helped.

Bean felt conflicted about that. He would love to see the young man again (how old is he?) and was surprised he did want to see H.D. When had he last felt like that?

But he sure didn’t want the guy to see him like this!

He had to look like shit. Bean wasn’t sure because he was afraid to check himself out in a mirror and see how bad the damage actually was. Wuss, he told himself. Go look.

He rose carefully to his feet, head held back slightly while holding the makeshift icepack in place. Luckily, there were two bathrooms, and he didn’t have to go back into the cafe itself, scaring customers with his bloody nose and maybe black eye. He made it to his goal without incident and tugged the cord that hung from the ceiling. The harsh light revealed an image that, happily, wasn’t as bad as he’d feared. Yes, his nose was swelling a bit, and there was some bruising, but his eye wasn’t too bad, and not puffed up in the least. Not bad considering the hulk who had knocked him out.

Bean still couldn’t believe it. Punched. He'd been knocked out! Who’d have thought something like that would happen? ( Read more...Collapse )

This makes me happy beyond words. My character Austin, who was introduced in “The Boy Who Came In From the Cold” and who was featured in my novel “Anything Could Happen” has been nominated for Best Protagonist! I am thrilled! I can’t believe it!

Please take time to vote for your favorite in several categories including Best Book, Best Cover and more! There are some wonderful books there! You can vote once every 12-hours!

I am so blessed. I’ve said it before and I say it now. Remember!

Leap and the Net Will Appear!
BG Thomas

http://sidlove.com/2014/01/18/readers-appreciation-awards-voting-polls-round-2/

Excerpt:

Who. Is. That? Bean wondered from the minute the young man with the dark-blond dreadlocks walked through the door. He stopped at the sight, arms full of a heavy box of coffee mugs. He’s beautiful.

Bean put the box down on the counter’s end, then tried not to be obvious, unpacking the mugs while watching the dreadlocked young man.

Poindexter was serving him, and when he nodded, those dreads moved like a lion’s mane around his head. Bean had never been particularly attracted to the hairstyle—dreadlocks usually looked greasy and dry at the same time. But these? These looked clean and soft and they shone in the sunlight coming through the café’s big windows. It was all Bean could do not to walk up and touch them, to see if they were as supple as they looked.

And that bottom! God. The new customer leaned against the counter, sticking out an amazingly round and high butt. His soft looking jeans seemed molded to his cheeks so it appeared as if he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Could be he’s got boxers on, Bean thought. Then the customer leaned over even farther and the cleft of his upper buttocks was quite abruptly revealed, his loose white hippie shirt rising up as well, showing off the smooth skin of his lower back. Bean almost gasped. That was no plumber’s crack, for sure.

“Stop staring,” Bean muttered under his breath. “For God’s sake, what if he catches you?”

So Bean looked down instead and saw the guy was wearing sandals that were little more than leather flip-flops with a heel strap. Nice feet, he thought. They were long, creamy white, and well cared for. Even from here Bean could see that. So many men had such nasty feet: didn’t take care of them or clip their nails or groom anything below their balls, it seemed. But this guy? He...

Jesus! Now I’m staring at his feet! He sees that and he’ll think I’m some kind of perv for sure.

Bean turned away, placed his back to the man. Stalked to the back room. I gotta get laid, he thought. Or jack off more.

Masturbate, because one-night stands didn’t do it for him. Left him feeling more alone than before. He was used to being by himself. He was an only child. His father had always been at work. His mother was a career woman all the way, with her job at the bank and the tons of charity work she did, gay organizations only a part of it all. Bean had to do a lot of caring for himself growing up, although his mother had always been there when he really needed her, and his father whenever he could. Then there was the University of Michigan, and of course the years on the road—roads all over the world.

“Don’t need anyone,” he whispered, then went to his office. He sat down, sighed, switched on his computer—rubbed his eyes.

Damn, the guy is cute. From what Bean could see from across the room.

Could it hurt to go out and say hello? Wasn’t that what customer service was all about?
Bean grinned goofily and sat up quickly, rolling his chair on its squeaky wheels. He got up and headed back to the floor.

Just in time to see a big football-player type walk through the front door.

“Well, fuck me!” the man bellowed. “You!”

At first Bean thought the man was yelling at him. All his internal alarms went off as he caught the big man’s expression and saw this was not just a disgruntled customer—this man was pissed. Enraged, even. The man’s whole face was contorted, his thick dark brows drawn together in an ugly jagged line, his eyes on fire, his mouth a vicious snarl.

Then Bean realized the snarl was directed at the pretty dreadlocked man at the counter.

The angry man pulled back a fist that in that moment looked the size of a catcher’s mitt. Bean had time to think—Not good! Not good!—before he surged forward to put himself between the hurtling behemoth and the object of his fury.

It was a move timed perfectly to allow Bean’s own jaw to intercept any damage that could be done to the hapless customer.

Bean saw the fist coming at him as if in slow motion, thought I need to duck.

And then he knew nothing more.

*****

All proceeds from pre-orders for "Hound Dog and Bean" through tonight at midnight (Eastern Standard Time) will be donated to the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.

Make a difference!

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And here I am with the joy and light of my life, Sarah Jane.
She came to me through the Great Plain PSCA.
And I am so grateful!



Namaste Everyone!
And have a happy New Year!
BG Thomas

I Am SO Excited! The Cover of My Next Book Has Been Reveled! This Will Blow You Away!



I am SO happy with this cover. I am so lucky with my covers, but this? By the incomparable artist Paul Richmond? I am crying! I am in tears! THIS IS IT!

This is THE cover! And you will LOVE the book!

I promise!