A sequel to Four on the Floor
What’s a guy to do when his lover joins a band of pirates, but the only booty they’re interested in is the boyfriend’s?
Blurb:
After selling his ass to three sleazebags in revenge for Steve’s neglect (Four on the Floor), Billy puts further pressure on their relationship when he joins an amateur production of Gilbert & Sullivan’s Pirates of Penzance. The pirate chorus has definite designs on Billy’s booty that will culminate in his getting it in the aft from all of them at the closing night party…if they can just get rid of Steve for an hour or two.
Ebook ISBN: 9781600545337
lyd Category: His and His Kisses
Rating: 5
Formats Available: pdf, prc, lit, zipped html,
lrf, epub, RB
Ebook Cover Price: 3.25
Excerpt:
“General dogsbody is not what I signed on for,” Matt shouted at the pirates. “I’ve had it up to here with too many sweaty leather pants and pissy jockstraps. They can wash their own fuckin’ undies from now on.” Matt threw the offending items in Colin’s general direction and stood with his arms dramatically on hips. It was a Bette Davis moment.
I heard Vern whisper, “With a performance like that she could be an overnight sensation.”
“She bellows and screams like an A-grade diva,” Richard guffawed.
I hate it when gay guys call each other ‘she.’ Granted, it was old-fashioned gay Polari, but I hate it.
Matt was steaming. “As for you, Miss Digit Dick,” he said, turning on Richard, using the disparaging name everyone, including his best friends, used behind his back, “You might try wiping on the odd occasion so I don’t have to scrape the skidmarks off your tights before I send them to the laundry.” He stormed toward the exit.
There was an audible gasp. You just don’t speak to pirates in this manner. No siree. Not if you wanted to survive for very long. Even if the pirates in question were part of a production of Gilbert and Sullivan’s The Pirates of Penzance. Even if they were an unruly chorus of street trash, ferals and narcissistic bodybuilders.
Author Bio:
Barry Lowe lives in Sydney, Australia, with his long-term partner, Walter, and their irascible baby dinosaur, Tofu, who travels the world with them not so much as a child substitute but a wisecracking mascot. If you’re confused check his website at www.barrylowe.net.
Barry’s been writing since primary school where he entertained his fellow pupils with stories of a teenage detective called The Count. Since then his career has encompassed journalism, entertainment interviews and reviews, editing gay magazines and newspapers, the script for the independent film ‘Violet’s Visit,’ short stories, film star biographies and, particularly, plays which have been produced in Australia, the U.S., the U.K. and Italy.
He has been described as ‘the man with the filthiest mind in Australia’, but even his staunchest critics have had to concede he’s a survivor, and he’s still here doing what he does best—spinning yarns.
