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‘Tis the Season RELEASE

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Passages, Book 1

Holiday, Gay, Romance, New Adult

Date Published: December 01, 2023

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

 

Is it possible to be both a good Jew and a gay man? Jonah Dillon
doesn’t think so. He can’t reconcile his faith with his
attraction to men so he turns his back on Judaism. Away at college for the
holidays, he plans to lose his virginity to Christian, the blue-eyed, blond,
goy of his dreams.

But fate intervenes when Jonah meets Aaron Beck, an observant Jew, and they
end up celebrating Hanukkah together. Aaron tells Jonah they’re
beschert—meant to be. Jonah’s not sure he believes it, but he’s
lonely and welcomes Aaron’s company even if he has to celebrate Hanukkah to
get it.

Can Aaron bridge the gap and convince Jonah to take a leap of faith? Or
will they have to give up their desire for a future together?

 

About the Author

Gale Stanley

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her
nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and
pencil.

Some things never change.

 

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‘Tis the Season TEASER

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Passages, Book 1

Holiday, Gay, Romance, New Adult

Date Published: December 01, 2023

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

 

Is it possible to be both a good Jew and a gay man? Jonah Dillon
doesn’t think so. He can’t reconcile his faith with his
attraction to men so he turns his back on Judaism. Away at college for the
holidays, he plans to lose his virginity to Christian, the blue-eyed, blond,
goy of his dreams.

But fate intervenes when Jonah meets Aaron Beck, an observant Jew, and they
end up celebrating Hanukkah together. Aaron tells Jonah they’re
beschert—meant to be. Jonah’s not sure he believes it, but he’s
lonely and welcomes Aaron’s company even if he has to celebrate Hanukkah to
get it.

Can Aaron bridge the gap and convince Jonah to take a leap of faith? Or
will they have to give up their desire for a future together?

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Excerpt

Copyright ©2023 Gale Stanley

The man’s image in the mirror, framed by small twinkling lights and
swags of spruce and holly, appeared to be just the sort of ornament Jonah
had been looking for all his life — or at least the part of his life that
spanned the years since puberty. The phrase “objects in the mirror are
closer than they appear” came to mind, making him smile. I should be
so lucky.

Unfortunately, Jonah’s plan to remain on campus for the holidays and
lose his virginity to a non-Jew, a goy, wasn’t going according to
plan, although he’d gone to great lengths to make it happen.

The worst part had to be when he told his parents that he wouldn’t be
coming home for Hanukkah. None of the excuses he came up with felt right and
he procrastinated for a long time.

Finally, he could wait no longer. Working up the courage, he called his
mother and blurted out the dreaded words, before he lost his nerve.
“I’ll be staying on campus for the holidays.”

Dead silence followed his announcement, followed by a worried,
“Why?”

Jonah had never been good at lying. He struggled to sound believable.
“I have so much to do. The workload in grad school is much heavier and
the holidays are the best time to catch up.”

“Bring your work home.”

Also not good at asserting himself, Jonah hemmed and hawed.
“I’d be way too busy. No time to interact.”

Unfortunately, his mother was way too good at guilt-tripping him.

Her voice wavered, and she sounded on the verge of tears. “We just
want to see you. We don’t ask for much. And we’ve always spent
Hanukkah together. I’m making your favorites, latkes and sweet
kugel.

A knife pierced his heart, but Jonah thought fast and stayed firm.
“One of my friends is stuck on campus, too, and I promised him we
would study together.” Another lie.

“Bring him home.”

“I can’t, Mom, He’s… it’s just
that…”

“He’s a girl, isn’t he? Well, if it doesn’t work
out, you can always change your mind and come home.”

“Sorry, Mom. I’ll talk to you soon.”

Jonah hung up before his mom could ask any more questions. Damn, she
sounded like her world had come to an end. If only he wasn’t an only
child. If he had a sibling to pick up the slack, it would make his life a
whole lot easier. Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed himself. There would
be other holidays.

Now, sitting alone at a bar, he wondered if all the grief he’d caused
his mother had been for nothing. Not many students or professors had
remained on campus, so Jonah had ventured off campus to find a hook-up.
Happy Hour at a bar seemed the best option, but Jonah didn’t have an
ounce of gaydar in his body, and gay guys didn’t go around wearing
sexual ID tags. Luckily, he’d found a gay watering hole in the small
college town. The rainbow flag flying out front had been a dead giveaway,
and the name, The Rainbow Room. Could it be any gayer? When he first saw it,
he wanted to take off like a scared rabbit, but he’d been doing that
for far too long.

Jonah had forced himself to open the door and go inside. It was a gay bar,
so what? Nothing remarkable, nothing to be scared of, just a neighborhood
bar, a place where a guy could have a conversation without screaming over
loud dance music. Actually, there was no dance floor, and that was all good
too. Jonah Dillon didn’t dance, especially with other men. The only
thing that differentiated The Rainbow Room from any other corner dive was
the fact that it was devoid of women.

Wooden stools butted up against a foot rail at the bar and the mirrored
wall behind the bar threw back his reflection. A bearded bartender, sleeves
rolled up over hairy forearms, filled orders. Holiday decorations were
minimal. Other than the lights around the mirror, there weren’t any,
and that was okay because he’d been born and raised Jewish, and a man
assimilated a lot of attitudes and beliefs in twenty-one years. Ridding
himself of them would take a lifetime. At least.

Having to stare at a Christmas tree or a Nativity scene while flirting with
a blond goy would have made him feel even guiltier. Ironic, that the thought
of sucking an uncut cock didn’t inspire quite the same guilt. Or maybe
he was just too fucking horny to care anymore. Lost in thought, Jonah
wondered if he was normal. Between waking up with morning wood and
masturbating before bed, it seemed like he was always thinking about
sex.

When he got to college, he’d settled for hurried blowjobs with other
students. It took the edge off, but Jonah wanted more. It was time to let
someone put their dick in his ass so he could lose his anal virginity.
Finding a willing partner who made him feel comfortable was primary. One
thing he was sure of, he wouldn’t be comfortable having sex with
another Jew.

So here he was, trying to fit in with the goyim, to the point of actually
shopping for one of those ugly red and green Christmas sweaters with
prancing deer. Seeing himself in the dressing room mirror shocked the hell
out of him, but he bought it anyway, and ran out of the shop before he could
change his mind. He wore it like a costume, thinking it would make him feel
less inhibited and able to take some risks.

But as Jonah discovered, the sweater didn’t help him blend in. His
appearance in the bar had triggered a few snickers, and after glancing
around at the jeans-and-sweatshirt crowd, he’d regretted his
choice.

His inner voice told him he was trying too hard and he looked like an
asshole. At the time, it’d seemed like a good idea. Now, he just felt
dumb, but he forgave himself for not getting it right and toughed it out.
Fuck it.

Jonah ordered a beer. The bartender set down a mug wet with condensation,
and a bowl of peanuts. Jonah took a few and cracked them out of their
shells. He tried to look like he belonged, but nobody looked like him and
everybody seemed to be with friends. Ignoring the conversations around him,
he glanced at his watch every so often, as if he were waiting for someone.
It made him feel less alone. Pathetic.

What would his mother say if she could see him now? Come home, boychik. You
don’t belong there
. Thank goodness, she was miles away and oblivious.
He’d never told his parents he was gay. Hell, it had taken years to
admit it to himself.

He concentrated on today’s goal — find a guy to have sex with. How
hard could it be? Pretty damn hard, even in a place that was user
friendly.

Jonah took another swallow of his beer. God, he hated this time of the
year. The holidays always made him feel more alone than ever. His back was
to the room, but he could still see the crowd in the mirror — guys of all
shapes and sizes, pairing up like animals ready to board Noah’s Ark,
while he was mooning over a stranger. It was damn depressing.

Finishing his beer, he scanned the mirror for the blond. Yep, still there,
but focused on the two men who framed him like bookends.

Hooking up with the man in the mirror didn’t seem likely. Jonah would
not, could not, make the first move, and for sure he didn’t expect the
hot blond to hit on him. Why would he? Jonah was a man who didn’t
stand out in a crowd, unless it was for all the wrong reasons. After a
lifetime of doing stupid shit, he’d become an expert at sabotaging
himself. Too bad State College didn’t offer a course in How Not to
Embarrass Yourself.

The hot blond was exactly the type of man he could see himself with. He had
the sun-kissed good looks of a surfer dude — blond, blue-eyed, and
cherub-cheeked — a nice contrast to Jonah’s dark brown hair, hazel
eyes, and stubbled jaw. The nerdy guy and the goy. Pitiful. More than the
width of the bar separated them.

But looking couldn’t hurt.

 

About the Author

Gale Stanley

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her
nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and
pencil.

Some things never change.

 

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It Should Have Been You, Book 2

Gay, Multicultural, Romance, Suspense, 2nd Chance Romance

Date Published: June 30, 2023

Publisher:  Changeling Press

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Reed Barton is a millionaire who can have anything he wants, except the one
thing he desires most. His first love. He’s spent years trying to
recreate the night they met in a San Francisco bathhouse. The image of the
beautiful Filipino man who took his virginity is never far from his
thoughts.

Reed’s life is turned upside down when his long-lost love reappears
— and not in a good way. Joseph Castro is not quite what he seems. Time and
experience have changed both men, and there’s no going back. But
maybe, together, they can go forward.

 

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Reed Barton had last minute jitters about going to the bathhouse. The men
might be old and creepy. His visit might get back to his family. The list
went on, but they were just excuses, soon cast aside in favor of discovering
what he’d been missing.

Nineteen, almost twenty, and still a virgin. He had little experience with
sex. Educated at authoritarian male boarding schools, there wasn’t
much time for fooling around. Lessons started early and finished late, and
afterwards the boys were kept busy with homework, sports, and dinner until
bedtime. Still, he’d witnessed a few incidents. He’d seen one
boy sucking another’s penis in the bathroom. At the time, Reed had
been appalled, but titillated as well. He pictured himself on his knees,
forced to suck another boy’s cock, and longed for the reality, but no
opportunity presented itself.

In college, Reed felt the inexplicable draw of chemistry, but only toward
other men. To his family he presented a picture of heterosexual
“normalcy” but in fact, he took to visiting a bar where gay men
hung out. He engaged in several hurried blowjobs in the bathroom, but
nothing more. One of his nameless encounters told him about the bathhouse.
Bathhouses had once been a rite of passage for gay men, but many had closed
through the years. Somehow, this one had survived and Reed was determined to
take advantage of whatever it had to offer.

The taxi deposited Reed in a downtown Frisco area known for muggings. Many
of the buildings were abandoned and there were no signs or addresses.
Confused, Reed questioned the driver. The man pointed down an alley and held
out his hand for the fare.

A few working streetlights cast eerie shadows as Reed entered the back
street. He felt uneasy, but the sense of danger excited him as well.
He’d always been tempted by the forbidden.

A sudden downpour pelted Reed with stinging drops. He picked up his pace,
ignoring the beer cans and fast food containers underfoot, and spotted a
heavy wooden door with a small sign affixed to it that read Rock Hard Gym.
Relieved, Reed pushed the door open and entered a small foyer.

A young man sat behind a window. He scrutinized Reed carefully before
selling him a membership. “Do you want a locker or a private
room?”

“A locker. I don’t know how long I’ll stay.”

“Fifteen for the membership. Five for the locker.”

Reed exchanged a twenty-dollar bill for an ID card, a white towel and a
plastic wristband with a locker key.

“There are condoms and lube in the locker room.” The clerk
buzzed Reed through another door.

The heady scent of sex intoxicated him. He didn’t care that the
floors were old and slippery with water and body fluids. The lockers were
rusty and the walls badly in need of paint, but Reed couldn’t see past
the naked male bodies.

Men stood, sat, and lingered in stages of undress, manspreading on changing
benches, tiny towels intentionally parted. Reed found it hard to look away
from the smorgasbord of flesh so openly exposed.

While searching for his locker, he became aware of the lingering looks he
attracted, but none of the men appealed to Reed, not even in the dim
lighting. He wanted to explore and he made quick work of undressing.

Wrapping the towel around his hips, Reed left the locker room. There was a
gym, small and ill equipped, but a gym nonetheless. Reed bypassed it.
Straight ahead he encountered an area where men of all ages and sizes, naked
except for their towels, stood around and watched gay porn. He watched the
film for a few minutes, then he moved on, entering a series of corridors
where men prowled the hallways looking for acceptable partners.

He passed door after door, some closed, many open. Grunts echoed from the
shadows. Reed caught glimpses of men grinding and thrusting. Moans filled
his ears. Hushed words, frightening and thrilling. Blood rushed to
Reed’s dick. It was electrifying to be surrounded by so much
sex.

Reed stepped around men who didn’t care about getting a room. Heart
pounding, he watched them giving blowjobs or having anal sex in the hall. A
few invited him to join in, but he wasn’t ready — yet.

About the Author

Gale Stanley

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her
nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and
pencil.

Some things never change.

 

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Paranormal Romance

Date Published: January 20, 2023

 

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UTOPIA (3-Book boxset)

When pack politics collide with destined mates, Alpha Levi and his men must
make some hard choices…

 

The Alpha’s Demiwolf (Utopia 1)

Kya: I’m a demiwolf — half wolf, half human, and both species
despise my weird mix of genes. Despite the fact I strip for a living,
I’ve hung on to my virginity for twenty-two years. Until I got knocked
up by a big, bad wolf. Now, I’m going to bring another demiwolf into
the world, but his father will never know.

Levi: I’m all wolf, and Alpha of my pack, committed to keeping our
bloodlines pure. Then on the night of my bachelor party, I hooked up with a
stripper. I just wanted to teach the demiwolf a lesson, but the sex set me
on fire. My wolf claimed her and now I can’t get her out of my head.
But what if she won’t accept me?

The Beta’s Spitfire (Utopia 2)

Samson:

Levi and I have always been best friends. Now he’s the pack Alpha and
I’m his beta, a.k.a. the man who cleans up after his shit storms. This
one is a doozy. He dumped his intended bride, and now it’s my job to
take care of her while he goes off to find his soulmate. Delilah is
beautiful, a real spitfire, and completely off limits. But she ignites a
fire that makes my wolf sit up and howl.

Delilah:

I was meant to be the mate of an Alpha, so l accepted an arranged marriage
with Levi. But the arrogant jerk dumped me right before the wedding.
I’m no damsel in distress, so I took off for New York to live a life
of independence. Along the way, I was kidnapped and my situation became
desperate. When Samson came to my rescue, I never expected him to claim me
for himself.

 

The Omega’s Temptation (Utopia 3)

A bullied omega leaves his pack and hides in plain sight among the humans.
But will he reveal his true identity to save the woman he loves.

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Kya

I cringed when I saw the billboard proclaiming, Girls! Girls! Girls! It was
a tacky way to get attention, and I hated it. Averting my eyes, I turned the
corner, pulled into the lot, and parked my old pickup behind the club. It
was my first night at Show ’n Tails, and a definite step down from my
old job, but I’d been fired and needed a gig ASAP.

The incident wasn’t my fault. There were two of us on the stage and
Brandi was so sloshed she invaded my space and fell on her ass. As if that
wasn’t enough, she accused me of tripping her. Well, one thing led to
another and we both got canned. Another girl told me that Show ’n
Tails was hiring and I went for an audition. The manager was an asshat, but
he doesn’t ask too many questions. I like to keep a low profile.

This isn’t the life I wanted, but taking off my clothes pays the
bills, and I won’t apologize for trying to earn a living. At least
I’m not selling my body, just the illusion of sex. A lot of girls up
their game, but not me. My virginity is the last piece of self-respect I own
and I won’t give it up to some creep for any amount of money.

The heavy backdoor slammed shut and locked behind me and the manager shot
me a dirty look. “Hey, Kya. You’re late.”

“Sorry, it won’t happen again. And my name is Raven when
I’m working.”

Marty’s lip curled in a sneer. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You
better get dressed. I mean undressed.” He snickered.

I ignored his disrespectful ass, and walked over to the dressing room. A
row of dented lockers lined one wall. A wide counter with a lighted mirror
behind it ran the length of the opposite wall. Everything stunk from sweat
and cheap perfume. The long vanity was cluttered with makeup and no one made
room for the new girl, so I started changing next to my locker. When a spot
at the mirror opened up, I grabbed it and started working on my wild black
curls.

Marty stuck his head in the door. “Hey, fresh meat, you’re on
next.”

 

About the Author

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her
nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and
pencil.

Some things never change.

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BOX SET

Gay Shifters Fiction

Date Published: September 16, 2022

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Cyclops (Watchdogs 1): Ray Miller was a misfit until he found his calling
in the Army. But an explosion in Afghanistan took his left eye and ended his
career. Set adrift, he turns to alcohol, until Sarge, an old army buddy,
shows up and offers Ray a job – as an assassin. Ray’s new career
takes off until he falls for Jared, a cop, and finds his life is on the
line. How long can he hide his secrets before the hitman becomes the
target?

Remus (Watchdogs 2): Jared is having nightmares that seem all too real, and
someone is stalking him. Ray suspects Sarge wants revenge, but he soon
discovers a more dangerous foe is after them. How can he protect himself and
Jared when their enemy is a wolf?

Odd Man Out (Watchdogs 3): Ray dreams of his wolf every night, and lives in
fear of the beast. Remus is the only man who can help Ray control his inner
wolf. But if they connect will Jared become the odd man out?

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Mission accomplished. A simple in and out job, take aim at the target and
pull the trigger. Now it was time to vanish, lie low and keep my head down.
I usually played by the rules, but tonight I didn’t want to be alone.
Danger is an aphrodisiac and I was one anxious horndog. I didn’t sniff
trouble in the wind, so I went to Jared’s apartment, where I could
keep my head down and suck his cock at the same time.

My digital car clock said three am when I pulled into a dark spot behind
Jared’s building. He’d be asleep, so I let myself in with the
key he’d given me. I shed my clothes in the living room and left them
on the floor. I wanted to slip into bed beside Jared and surprise him. Quiet
as a church mouse, I opened the bedroom door. A floorboard creaked as I
stepped over the threshold. The light came on, blinding me for a few
seconds.

Jared sat up and looked daggers at me. “Do you know what time it is,
Ray?”

I grinned sheepishly. “Time to get busy?”

“What were you doing until 3 am?”

“Missing you.”

“Right.” Jared threw a pillow at me. “Go home,
Ray.”

I picked up the pillow and walked over to the bed. “Don’t be
such a sourpuss.” I tucked the pillow behind his back. Yawning, I
scrubbed a hand through my regulation cut, two inches of hair on the top of
my head, and tapered down the sides and back. I like to leave a little for
Jared to pull on. The thought made my dick even harder.

Jared lay down and put an arm over his face. “I have to get up for
work in a few hours. Lock the door on your way out.”

I sat on the bed and slid my hand under the sheet. Jared’s limp dick
didn’t budge when I made contact. Damn, he really was pissed.
“Okay, go to sleep. I’ll just lie next to you.”

“I don’t want you here, Ray.”

My temper rose, but I tamped it down. I have a short fuse but I try to
lengthen it around Jared. A few slow deep breaths calmed me down. I pulled
Jared’s arm back and stared at his face. His eyes were closed and it
was hard to tell if he meant what he said. “Look at me,
babe.”

Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. God, he was gorgeous. Honey brown hair
framed high cheekbones and emerald green eyes.

“Come on, babe, you know you don’t mean it.”

Jared and I had been together for eight months, and I’d gotten used
to having a steady fuck, or as steady as it could be in my line of work. I
didn’t see Jared as much as he would have liked, and the longer we
were together, the harder it was to explain my absences. But, nothing
worthwhile came easy and I was determined to keep him. I liked knowing Jared
was there when I needed him. And right then, I needed him bad.

“Yeah, I mean it. Get out.”

“Maybe I can change your mind.” I pulled the sheet off his body
and played with the sexy smattering of light brown hair between his pecs.
The trail continued down his belly leading to a neatly trimmed bush and
still flaccid cock.

He was the light to my dark, in appearance and character. We would have
made a striking pair before my injury. I ruffled Jared’s hair. His cut
wasn’t much longer than mine, a cop cut. A vision of Jared in his
dress blues flashed through my mind. I’d jacked off to that image
countless times. Who didn’t love a man in uniform? Suddenly an idea
popped into my head.

“You’re right, babe. I shouldn’t take you for
granted.” I stood, but instead of leaving, I walked over to the closet
and took out his uniform. “Put your blues on and punish me. Handcuff
me to the bed, spank me, plug me –”

The ghost of a grin played on Jared’s lips. “You crazy
fucker.”

“Exactly. I’m crazy to fuck you.”

No lie there. I never got enough of Jared. Still, if it had been up to me,
we’d never have hooked up. I wasn’t stupid. I knew it was a bad
idea to fuck a cop.

 

 About the Author

Gale Stanley

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her
nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and
pencil.

Some things never change.

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