Welcome to Shangri-la #SedStuds #MMromance #glbt #FalconPointe #lgbt

 And it’s another wonderful Seductive Studs bloghop! Hope your Monday is superb.

Can anyone else believe it’s June? It’s 101 today and I’m melting…

Today I’m giving a snippet from one of the Men of Falcon Pointe backlist – 959 Brenton Street. In this snippet, Trent is hoping to get a room in the house as the dorms overbooked and he doesn’t have a spot. The first to speak is Alan.


“You must be Trent. Welcome to Shangri-la.”

Trent shook his hand and sat down, amazed at how comfortable the furniture was. “I guess this is my lucky day,” he said. “Finding a room after what the dorms did hasn’t been easy.”

“Well, you might want to learn a little more about the house before you say that,” David encouraged kindly. “Alan, did you text Cory?”

“Yep. They should be home in twenty minutes.”

“Good. Well, let me tell you how the house works. Then you can decide if today is your lucky day or not.” The tone was nice enough, but the words made Trent’s stomach jump nervously.


“The house belongs to Cory. He’s an obstetrician and the oldest among us at thirty-seven. Easygoing as all get out, except for noise. He really hates noise just for the sake of it.”

“And yet he will be the biggest shouter at a football game,” Alan interjected with a grin.

“True,” David said. “Greg is the youngest, at twenty-eight. He’s actually Cory’s cousin, a high school teacher, and a cross-dresser. Though only at home.”

“He’s a sweet guy,” Alan added.

“Then there’s Alan,” David said, and something about his tone suggested he was amused by what he was about to say. “Thirty—”

“I’m still twenty-nine,” Alan insisted. “I won’t be thirty until hell freezes over.”

Snickering, David continued. “He’s thirty-one, but only on his driver’s license. Runs a dog rescue a few miles away. So at least once a week, we find ourselves with one or two little pups that need a place to stay just until they make room.”

Alan shot him an embarrassed look. “That’s how Reginald got here. Came here as a rescue until we had the room for him. And by the time we had the space at the shelter, the four of us didn’t want to part with him.”

“Greg has been known to give the gift of a puppy to his friends. He really gets attached.”

“Yeah.” Alan winced. “He cried for days when a couple labs we housed here for two weeks finally went to the shelter.” He paused and then grinned. “And then there’s David, thirty-five, engaged to Marley Mason—who is an odd girl….” He ducked when David tossed a pillow at him. “He’s a lawyer, working in the exciting field of corporate law. Don’t let him get started on describing a case unless you want to fall asleep.”

“Shut up,” David said with annoyance, though his twinkling blue eyes belied that emotion. “That’s another thing you should be aware of if you’re considering living here, Trent. Marley’s over here as much as I’m over there. Greg brings his dates here every once in a while. We’re both straight. Then you have Alan, who’s bisexual, so his dates could be either men or women. Cory rarely brings a date home, but he’s gay. So when he does, it will always be a man.”

“A successful man,” Alan said with a strange twist of his lips. “He only dates men as intelligent as he is,” he explained. “And Cory is very smart.”

Trent wasn’t sure what to say. He was relieved to know that this house was accepting of gay men, and at the same time, it was terrifying. He had never told anyone of his attraction toward men. Ever. It was something he wanted to keep quiet and to himself. If he never told anyone, then his family couldn’t be hurt by it.

“You all right?” Alan asked after a couple minutes. “Your eyes are huge.”

Squirming a little, Trent shook his head. “I’m fine. I moved out here to get away from my conservative upbringing, and what do I do? Show it off. Sorry about that.”

Alan smiled kindly. “Well, you just need to decide if you would be comfortable living in a house with a bisexual and a gay man. If you can’t? It’s been nice, but you might as well leave before the other two get home.”

“It isn’t that,” Trent said quickly, knowing he was embarrassing himself. “I’m actually gay myself.” How the words slipped out, he didn’t know, but they did.

“Whoa,” Alan said, rushing over to his side and rubbing his back just as Trent realized he was having difficulty breathing.


Book Cover: 959 Brenton Street
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959 Brenton Street


Trent Farnsworth moves to Falcon Pointe to get as far away from his controlling family and religion as he can. While his conservative upbringing makes it hard for Trent to admit he’s gay, he accidentally outs himself in front of his four new roommates. None of the men living at 959 Brenton Street are what the world would consider normal, but all four accept him for who he is. He never expects to feel right at home in a loving discipline household. And when Trent falls for his much older landlord, Dr. Cory Venerin, he’s as surprised as anyone, but discovering Cory feels the same makes Trent realize he’s truly in the right place at the right time.

Until he tells his family he’s gay. His father uses any resource at his disposal to destroy him, including Trent’s love for Cory. As his father schemes to send Trent to a hospital whose sole purpose is to rip the gay out of him, Cory battles to save not only Trent—but also the possibility of a future together.

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