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    Tim Chase walked across the room and flashed Todd Mills his megawatt smile. Stunned, Todd almost forgot the ugliness swirling around them both. For Chase, Hollywood's hottest star, it's the rumors that claim he is gay--and that his high-profile marriage is a sham. For Todd, an award-winning TV reporter, it's a murder case that has put his relationship with policeman Steve Rawlins in jeopardy and spread a deadly chill through Minneapolis's gay world. The victim was a young man on the run from his past. Somewhere, Rawlins met the boy, and now Todd believes Rawlins offered him more than guidance. While Todd is getting a once-in-a-lifetime shot at a very personal interview with Tim Chase, he suddenly realizes that the murder may touch the actor and his entourage. And now the story is not about Innuendo. It's about the secrets that rage behind public masquerades. Including the kind that kill... .  
   

Someone is killing the gay boys of Verona, Indiana, and only one gay youth stands in the way. He finds himself pitted against powerful foes, but finds allies in places he did not expect. Sixteen-year-old Sean sets out on a quest that takes him into the supernatural and beyond. A haunted mansion, gay ghosts, a cult of hate, and a hundred year old ax murder all await Sean as he races to discover the murderer before he strikes again. Someone is Killing the Gay Boys of Verona is a supernatural murder mystery that goes where no gay novel has set foot before. It is a tale of love, hate, friendship, and revenge.

The Author: Mark A. Roeder is a full time writer. He has also published Ancient Prejudice: Break To New Mutiny. He lives in northern Indiana in a small town quite like the fictional Verona, Indiana featured in his books. He can be reached by e-mail Mark@culcom.net and is always happy to hear from readers.

 
   

Apparently, my twin and I are two of York's most notorious criminals. We've been Nightwalkers in the blue-light district since the vamps took over the world. Don't know how many years it's been. Long enough that a stream of fellow 'walkers have come and gone. Most don't last long selling their chi. End up face-down in the gutter, or worse. For us, one night and one sale change everything.

Monsieur Garthelle is the first john to hunt me down. He calls me a chi thief in one breath and offers absolution--servitude--in the next. Maybe I'm a sucker, but I like living and breathing. Strange that such a powerful vamp would show leniency to a mere human. And something's not right with the chi I took from him. It won't go away.

Neither will he, and he’s forcing us to spy on his peers. Then a vamp turns up dead, and we go from playing eyes and ears to investigating a murder. This isn't what I signed up for. All I ever wanted was to sell a little chi, maybe steal some in return. I should've kept my damn hands to myself.

This is my story. Look through my eyes.

 
   

Two men: one with memories he can't escape, the other with memories he can't recapture -- both trusting strangers who lie. Amnesiac Peter Killian, suspected art thief, can't understand why LAPD detective Michael Griffin takes his memory loss so personally. American expatriate Jack Stoyles, exiled in a distant Atlantic outpost, is suddenly in love with a stranger who kisses him -- and then dies. With good reason Jack calls his place "Heartache Cafe".

The Author: JoAnne Soper-Cook was born in Old Perlican, Newfoundland and grew up in Hant's Harbour. She published her first story at the age of 8 when her mother, impressed with the quality of a short story she'd written for a school project, sent it in to a local newspaper. Since then she has written novels, novellas, short stories, plays, speeches, radio scripts and some really, really bad poetry. She holds a B.A. (Honors) and an M.A. in English Literature from Memorial University and a B.Ed, also from Memorial. When she isn't writing she loves reading (pulp, mystery, and Southern Gothic are her favourite genres) walking, travel (the Deep South states of Mississippi and Louisiana rank high on her list of destinations) and listening to the voices in her head. She makes her home in St. John's, Newfoundland, with her husband Paul and her two spoiled rotten dogs Lola and Sheppy.

This biography was provided by the author or their representative.

 
   

William Shakespeare Yates, English professor and not-quite-recovering alcoholic, just wants some peace. Lythia Springs, Colorado, nestled comfortably far enough from the ski resorts yet close enough to nowhere, has so far managed to avoid turning into the hustling, bustling tourist traps dotting the state. Even Bile College downtown - the city's bid for revitalization fifty years ago - hasn't managed to attract a rowdy crowd. But Bill's not getting off that easily. The dean hates him, he can't find that special someone (despite his diligent attempts in every bar from Lythia to nearby Cowpattie), his MG convertible is on the brink of total collapse - and someone has just tossed a body into the Nugget River right in front of him. He doesn't know it yet, but Bill's rash decision to jump in after the body will net him more than just a sopping wet, unconscious, but still alive Brian Quick, blond Adonis and Bile student featured heavily in Bill's fantasies. Then another student is found hacked up with an ax, and rumors of drug trafficking start flying. And both B. Quick and an internationally renowned artist living in town seem intent on winning Bill's romantic affections. Bill quickly finds himself caught in someone else's intricately drawn net, and he's looking like the perfect patsy for murder. C. S. Laurel lives in Colorado Springs, in a home ruled by multiple cats kind enough to allow humans to share the accommodations.

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