If at the end of the treasure hunt there will be still unmatched excerpts the giveaway will go to the one who matched more books.
The books are:
A Hunted Man by Jaime Reese
A Kingdom Lost by Barbara Ann Wright
A Place for Cliff by Talon ps
A Special Kind of Folk by Barry Brennessel
About Face by VK Powell
Ancient House of Cards by Bryan T. Clark
Another Healing by M. Raiya
Antidote by Jack L. Pyke
Because of Jade by Lou Sylvre
Beloved Pilgrim by Christopher Hawthorne Moss
Better Than Friends by Lane Hayes
Bird of Paradise by G.J. Paterson
Bite of the Recluse by Azalea Moone & Anais Morgan
Bonds of Denial by Lynda Aicher
Brokenhearted by Cate Ashwood
Camellia by Caitlin Ricci & Cari Z.
Carnal Sacraments by Perry Brass
Caught! By JL Merrow
Chasing the Dragon by Kate Sherwood
Chip off the Ice Block Murder by Jessie Chandler
Clean Slate by Andrea Bramhall
Corruption by Eden Winters
Desire at Dawn by Fiona Zedde
Dirty Beautiful Words by Brooklyn Brayl
Dissonance by Shira Anthony
Dudek by Taylor James
Educating Simon by Robin Reardon
Fight by Kelly Wyre
Filthy Acquisitions by Edmond Manning
Firestorm by Rory Ni Coileain
Forever Hold His Peace by Rebecca Cohen
Forgive Us by Lynn Kelling
Fractured by Mickie B. Ashling
Freak Camp: Posts From a Previously Normal Girl by Jessica V. Barnett
FutureDyke by Lea Daley
Games Boys Play by Zoe X. Rider
Gathering Storm by Alexa Land
Gin & Jazz 1- 4 (4 novellas: Hollywood Bound, Razzle Dazzle, Tarnished Glitter and Starring Role) by Morticia Knight
Girls Don't Hit by Geonn Cannon
Great Pleasures by Edward Southgate
Greg Honey by Russ Gregory
Happy Independence Day by Michael Rupured
Hard Pressed by Sharon Maria Bidwell
Hell & High Water (THIRDS, Book #1) by Charlie Cochet
Highfell Grimoires by Langley Hyde
His Fair Lady by Kimberly Gardner
Hoaley Inexplicable by Declan Sands
How Still My Love by Diane Marina
Hungry for Love by Rick R. Reed
If I Die Before I Wake by Liz McMullen
If We Shadows by D.E. Atwood
Ink & Flowers by J.K. Pendragon
It's Like This by Anne O'Gleadra
Lab Rat's Love by Ana J. Phoenix
Lesbian Crushes at School: A Diary on Growing Up Gay in the Eighties by Natasha Holme
Let the Lover Be by Sheree L. Greer
Like Jazz by Heather Blackmore
Love and Salvage: Loving Emmett by Mathew Ortiz
Love Is A Stranger by John Wiltshire
Love You Forever by Amelia Bishop
Lovers and Liars by Paul Alan Fahey
Mark of Cain by Kate Sherwood
Masquerade by Joy Lynn Fielding
Measure of Peace by Caethes Faron
Mirage by Tia Fielding
More Than Everything by Cardeno C.
Motel. Pool. By Kim Fielding
Murder and the Hurdy Gurdy Girl by Kate McLachlan
Murder on the Mountain by Jamie Fessenden
My Brother's Lover by Lynn Kelling
Nightingale by Andrea Bramhall
No Angel by Clare London
Omorphi by C. Kennedy
On Archimedes Street by Jefferson Parrish
Paradise at Main and Elm by Barry Brennessel
Paris Connection by J.P. Bowie
Passage by Evey Brett
Pick Up the Pieces by Tinnean
Piper by Leona Carver
Rapture, Sins of the Sinners by Fran Heckrotte & A.C. Henley
Rarely Pure and Never Simple by Angel Martinez
Rasputin's Kiss by L.M. Somerton
Rest Home Runaways by Clifford Henderson
Resurrection Man by K.Z. Snow
Return of an Impetuous Pilot by Kate McLachlan
Rocky Mountain Freedom by Vivian Arend
Running Through A Dark Place by Michael J. Bowler
Saving Liam by DP Denman
Serpentine Walls by CJane Elliott
Shades of Sepia by Anne Barwell
Shameful Desires 3: Unbound by P.J. Proud
Shirewode by J Tullos Hennig
Silent by Sara Alva
Slide by Garrett Leigh
Something Like Spring by Jay Bell
Splinters by Thorny Sterling
Stitch by Eli Easton, Sue Brown, Jamie Fessenden & Kim Fielding
Summerville by H.L. Sudler
The 42nd Street Jerking-off Club by Mykola Dementiuk
The Calm Before by Neena Jaydon
The Dead Past by Kate Aaron
The Empath by Jody Klaire
The Engineered Throne by Megan Derr
The Family We Make by Kaje Harper
The Genealogy of Understanding by Daniel M. Jaffe
The House on Hancock Hill by Indra Vaughn
The Last Conception by Gabriel Constans
The Line by J.D. Horn
The Mating of Michael by Eli Easton
The Memory of Blood & Lotuses by E.E. Ottoman
The Opera House by Hans M. Hirschi
The River Within by Baxter Clare Trautman
The Seventh Pleiade by Andrew J. Peters
The Thief Taker by William Holden
This Is Not a Love Story by Suki Fleet
Tournament of Shadows by S.A. Meade
True Stories Too: People and Places From My Past by Felice Picano
Turnbull House by Jess Faraday
Zenith by Arshad Ahsanuddin
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“I found something on the computer.” Cole spoke into his shoulder, his words stiff and emotionless.
Rick scrunched his brow. “Okay. What did you find?” His mind raced. There was nothing he could imagine on the computer that would upset Cole, no big secret there.
“Your browsing history, the...porn sites.”
Shit. Rick swallowed and tried to remember what might be there, how bad it was.
“Everyone looks at porn, man, that’s nothing to get upset about.”
Cole pulled his head back and met Rick’s eyes. “Most gay guys look at hetero porn? ‘Hot wet pussies’ and ‘Slutty college girls?’”
Shit, shit, shit. “Cole, I’ve always been honest with you about that. You knew I liked girls, I dated girls before. There’s no reason for you to be upset about this.”
Cole’s narrowed eyes and tight brows proved he wasn’t buying Rick’s story for a minute.
“Yeah, we both dated girls, that’s what you do before you come out. I didn’t think you liked them that much, and I most certainly didn’t think you still jerked off to them.”
Cole shook his head sadly and tried to wiggle out of Rick’s arms.
“No, let me explain.” Rick tightened his hold.
He stilled, but kept his body stiff and only touched Rick where he had to. “Go ahead.”
“I was never was just pretending to like girls. I really did like them. I’ve always thought about girls and guys when I jerk off. I mean... I guess... I’m bi.” Please let that be okay.
Cole was silent for way too long, but he didn’t try to leave their embrace, so Rick took that as a good sign.
“Cole? Please tell me this is okay.”
“I feel like you lied to me.”
“How? Maybe I wasn’t as honest about it as I could have been, okay, I get that. But I’m kind of just figuring this shit out myself, you know? And I love you, I’m with you. Any attraction I have, or had, to girls isn’t important anymore.”
Cole’s mouth turned down in the kind of unconscious frown Rick knew indicated he was truly sad. His eyes studied the fabric of the pillowcase and his body was pulled back, against Rick’s arms, straining away from him.
“Baby, please, tell me what you’re thinking.”
“How can I compete? I mean, if you’re interested in women, if that’s what you find attractive, how can I ever be enough for you?” Cole’s voice was shaky, and he closed his eyes, turning aside.
ONE THING Luki learned in the first few months of raising Jade was that tears don’t mean there will be no laughter, and laughter can’t dry away honest tears. After he and Sonny brought Jade home, the little family commenced a surreal kind of life together, a life in which big, frightening, sorrowful things like grief and injuries and ignorance occupied the same space as joy and love and ease.Elisa1974
He found that he was most comfortable as a watcher. Sonny went about caring for Jade, learning her, so to speak, and yes, parenting her the same way he did everything else, naturally, attentively, intelligently. This was true despite the pain—like little rips and tears of the heart—that Luki recognized in Sonny when he played with Jade, read with her, sat down at the table to eat with her. Luki didn’t feel those small hurts that seemed to pile up like scars on Sonny’s heart.
He didn’t understand them, but he let Sonny unburden them. Sonny would come to him to be held, without words, or squeeze Luki’s hand so hard it hurt, or sometimes even their sex—real quiet nowadays because of Jade—would involve some desperate seeking on Sonny’s part. Luki thought he somehow did give Sonny what he needed to mend those hurts, and he was glad of Luki’s way of being with Jade was quite different. He loved her—he always had, and she had always known. When she was still in the womb, she had helped save his life. He had watched her grow and promised himself always to be her protector. That hadn’t changed, and it wouldn’t. Luki felt supremely confident that nobody else could fill that role as well as he. But in everyday life, that wasn’t a capacity that seemed to be in demand. And when Jade had everyday wants and needs—a cookie, a tissue, to know why the sky was blue—she went to Sonny. Clearly, though, she needed Luki too. Because when the thing she needed was to be rocked in the rocking chair or a hand to hold while the sun sank in the straits—always a time without words—she sought Luki to share those things with her. And they were beautiful things, but sad.
I turned the wood, wondering what I might be able to make now that I’d all but ruined it. “It’s your turn to tell me something.”
He was still fiddling with the plant. “Promise you won’t think I’m crazy.”
“I’ve seen plenty of crazy people. You’re not one of them, no matter what you say.”
“Promise. And don’t tell Mama.”
Ah. Relief washed over me as I realized what “secret” he must want to divulge. “I promise I won’t tell your mother, but I’ll bet she already knows.”
“She knows. She thinks it’s gone, though.” His voice cracked. “I’m so tired of lying.”
He wasn’t the only one. “So you pretend not to like boys?”
His head shot up, eyes wide with surprise. “What?”
“You stare at my ass every time I turn around.”
Color flooded his face. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Look. I don’t care who you want to sleep with. I’m flattered you think me worth looking at. But don’t get it into your head that it’s going to go any further.”
“That isn’t—” He hissed and dug the heels of his hands against his eyes. “Mama and I don’t talk about it. Not that it matters. It’s not like I’m going to ever find a boyfriend anyway. I can’t leave the farm.”
“Your mother can’t force you to stay. There’s always a way out.”
“Not for me there isn’t. That’s what I was trying to tell you. There’s something else. Something Mama can’t know.”
“Andy. You can’t keep everything a secret. It hurts.” I spoke as sympathetically as I could. The kid was in pain, no less than I’d been in at his age.
“Right. That’s why I’m telling you.” He curled two fingers around the plant. “I can hear the plants. Not in words, but I feel them. That’s why I don’t leave the farm. If I get too far away, I get sick. Mama thinks it’s gone, but it’s not.” His face scrunched up. “I’m sick of pretending. You have no idea what it’s like to have to hide what you are all the time.”
I understood all too well, but even so, his admission stunned me. I studied him, wondering if he was joking, but in the month we’d worked together he’d struck me as too serious to pull a prank like that. Besides, from his panicked look he was terrified I was going to reject him for saying something so outrageous. I couldn’t. Not when I was the son of a creature that shouldn’t exist.
She gave four sharp raps, and a tiny window she hadn’t noticed in the top panel opened. A large brown eye blinked at her.
“Joe says I’m all right,” she said.
The window slammed shut, and the larger door opened. A skinny man stood behind the door, silent and waiting. Bennie entered.
She was in a short hall that smelled of smoke and alcohol. She moved forward and the room opened up. She grinned as her hunch was confirmed. She was in a speakeasy.
On the right side of the room was a bar with a half dozen bottles of liquor on it. A bartender stood beside it wiping the counter.
“Joe says I’m all right,” she said again.
He nodded. “What’ll you have?”
“What have you got?”
He looked her up and down. “I’ll make you a Mary Pickford.”
She considered taking offense at being thought a lightweight, but changed her mind. When would she get another chance to try a Mary Pickford?
“It’ll be a dollar,” he said.
Ah, that was it. Joe must have seen Van hand her the silver dollars. That’s why he decided she was ‘all right’. They’d sure make a hell of a lot more money selling drinks for a dollar in the back than they could selling soup for a dime in the front. She gave him one of the Lady Liberties, and he handed her a martini glass with a vibrantly pink drink in it.
She took a sip and instantly realized the drink was not an insult. It burned all the way going down and then kicked her stomach. She turned, leaned against the bar, took another sip, and examined the room.
It was still early. She suspected the room would get a lot more crowded in the evening. There were three men sitting at one table, drinking, smoking, and laughing. A man and a woman sat at another table, heads intimately close, and a woman sat alone at a third. A silent piano was pushed up against one wall, but Bennie could imagine it later on pounding out jazz and blues, maybe by a guy in suspenders with a cigar clenched between his teeth.
Posters were tacked to the walls. Bennie took her drink and walked over to check them out. In one, a knight in shining armor on a horse clutched a naked woman to his breast. Bennie couldn’t tell if he was rescuing the woman or abducting her, but she appreciated the nudity. Another was a print of the Titanic, boasting that it was the largest and safest ship on the sea. A third was an advertisement for Yellowstone National Park, and a fourth was a movie poster of Mary Pickford. She had long red curls, big serious eyes, and pouty little lips. She reminded Bennie of Van. She took a fond sip of her drink.
“Are you a he? Or are you a she?”
The woman who had been sitting alone had approached from behind. “Or are you a he-she?” The woman giggled. She was drunk on her ass.
Bennie didn’t mind a drunk woman. “You can call me Bennie.”
The woman giggled again. “I got nothing against a he-she, s’long as it’s good lookin’. And you,” she tapped Bennie’s chest twice and left her hand resting there, “are good lookin’.”
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