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Cock-Eyed Optimists Gay Romance Erotica

Barry Lowe

ISBN 10: 1909934011 / ISBN 13: 9781909934016
Published by Lydian Press, 2013
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240 pages. Dimensions: 8.0in. x 5.2in. x 0.6in.Love is just around the corner But if you have your head in your Smartphone or your eBook reader, you might just miss it. While youre waiting, what better way to pass the time than a collection of Barry Lowes romance erotica in which youll discover the myriad ways mm romance runs its course. In this anthology youll meet a young student from the 1960s who discovers during a front seat quickie hook-up that love between two men is not only possible, its plausible; a man on the anniversary of his lovers death who may just have found a replacement with his deceased lovers blessing; a country boy who returns to town after four years to lay claim to the man he loves in a frock; a straight surfer dude who discovers the joys of the other side during a thunderstorm at a nude beach; a guy who cant decide between his three lovers so he invites them all to dinner; a young gay dad who discovers a secret sexual underbelly at the local park; a tour guide who may just have found the love of his life in a rainforest; and a young man who returns to Greece on a promise. Cock-Eyed Optimists includes: A Red Rose Before Crying, Too Frocked to Care, The Three Spooges, Love and the Odor of Red Leatherette, The New Dads Club, Hard on His Heels, Its All Greek to Me, and Salted Mixed Sluts all previously published as individual eBooks by loveyoudivine Alterotica. Excerpt: Valentines Day tradition meant little to me as I neither sent nor received anonymous cards or small gifts, so while the office was abuzz with secret admirers, I went on with my work. That is until around 10. 30 when a delivery of the most beautiful bunch of wildflowers stopped the office. When I ventured out because of the excited buzz that infiltrated even my sluggish brain, I discovered a young female courier clutching the blooms at the front counter, obviously seeking directions to the lucky recipient. There was something familiar about the arrangement but it wasnt until the young women approached and asked, Ryan Brodie and Id nodded my head that I realized the flowers were for me. I gave a startled cry which was covered by the round of applause from my office colleagues. Youre a lucky man, someone loves you very much, the courier prattled as I signed her electronic chit. Before any of the other staff members could descend on me with their inane questions or snide references to secret admirers, I fled to my office and closed the door hoping I would be left alone. I was trembling, anguish flooding from every pore. I should have known better, for a few moments later there was a knock and the door and Denise stuck her head in. Come in, I said. Close the door. Who on earth sent you such beautiful flowers she asked as she came over to take a closer look at the delivery. If you dont want him, Ill take him off your hands. Ryan Whatever is the matter, you look like youve seen a ghost I could scarcely bring myself to speak in case I burst into tears. Thatsthats the exact combination of native plants that Jesse always sent me on Valentines Day. I always told him it was a waste of money but he insisted I was worth it. Denise attempted to be reassuring, Thats just a coincidence. I would probably agree with you. The combination of flowers could be a fortuitous accident, but the arrangement is identical, the way the package is wrapped; everything is the way Jesse sent me flowers every year for the five years we were together. Is there a card Anything at all to identify who sent them Not a thing. Only the florist they came from. And, yes, its the one Jesse always used. Theres your answer then, she said. He must have ordered in advance. Maybe even years ahead. You know what a control freak he was. I sniffed. I prefer to call it organized. I dont mind admitting, it spooked me. This item ships from multiple locations. Your book may arrive from Roseburg,OR, La Vergne,TN. Bookseller Inventory # 9781909934016

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Title: Cock-Eyed Optimists Gay Romance Erotica

Publisher: Lydian Press

Publication Date: 2013

Binding: Paperback

Book Condition:New

Book Type: Paperback

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Love is just around the corner... But if you have your head in your Smartphone or your eBook reader, you might just miss it. While you’re waiting, what better way to pass the time than a collection of Barry Lowe’s romance erotica in which you’ll discover the myriad ways m/m romance runs its course. In this anthology you’ll meet a young student from the 1960s who discovers during a front seat quickie hook-up that love between two men is not only possible, it’s plausible; a man on the anniversary of his lover’s death who may just have found a replacement with his deceased lover’s blessing; a country boy who returns to town after four years to lay claim to the man he loves – in a frock; a straight surfer dude who discovers the joys of the ‘other side’ during a thunderstorm at a nude beach; a guy who can’t decide between his three lovers so he invites them all to dinner; a young gay dad who discovers a secret sexual underbelly at the local park; a tour guide who may just have found the love of his life in a rainforest; and a young man who returns to Greece on a promise. Cock-Eyed Optimists includes: A Red Rose Before Crying, Too Frocked to Care, The Three Spooges, Love and the Odor of Red Leatherette, The New Dad’s Club, Hard on His Heels, It’s All Greek to Me, and Salted Mixed Sluts – all previously published as individual eBooks by loveyoudivine Alterotica. Excerpt: Valentine’s Day tradition meant little to me as I neither sent nor received anonymous cards or small gifts, so while the office was abuzz with secret admirers, I went on with my work. That is until around 10.30 when a delivery of the most beautiful bunch of wildflowers stopped the office. When I ventured out because of the excited buzz that infiltrated even my sluggish brain, I discovered a young female courier clutching the blooms at the front counter, obviously seeking directions to the lucky recipient. There was something familiar about the arrangement but it wasn’t until the young women approached and asked, “Ryan Brodie?” and I’d nodded my head that I realized the flowers were for me. I gave a startled cry which was covered by the round of applause from my office colleagues. “You’re a lucky man, someone loves you very much,” the courier prattled as I signed her electronic chit. Before any of the other staff members could descend on me with their inane questions or snide references to secret admirers, I fled to my office and closed the door hoping I would be left alone. I was trembling, anguish flooding from every pore. I should have known better, for a few moments later there was a knock and the door and Denise stuck her head in. “Come in,” I said. “Close the door.” “Who on earth sent you such beautiful flowers?” she asked as she came over to take a closer look at the delivery. “If you don’t want him, I’ll take him off your hands. Ryan? Whatever is the matter, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” I could scarcely bring myself to speak in case I burst into tears. “That’s...that’s the exact combination of native plants that Jesse always sent me on Valentine’s Day. I always told him it was a waste of money but he insisted I was worth it.” Denise attempted to be reassuring, “That’s just a coincidence.” “I would probably agree with you. The combination of flowers could be a fortuitous accident, but the arrangement is identical, the way the package is wrapped; everything is the way Jesse sent me flowers every year for the five years we were together.” “Is there a card? Anything at all to identify who sent them?” “Not a thing. Only the florist they came from. And, yes, it’s the one Jesse always used.” “There’s your answer then,” she said. “He must have ordered in advance. Maybe even years ahead. You know what a control freak he was.” I sniffed. “I prefer to call it ‘organized.’ I don’t mind admitting, it spooked me.”

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Barry Lowe writes about love and sex so he won't forget how to do it. When he's not scribbling his adventures for the Sydney gay weekly SX¸ or out doing field research, he's writing about love’s wonderful variations for a series of smut eBooks, novels and anthologies for Lydian Press. Go to www.barrylowe.info

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