Gay bear love stories
A queer author from Utah has penned a beary chilling supernatural thriller novel, and it is sure to leave you shook!
Park City, Utah-born Wess Mongo Jolley spent the last five years writing his most ambitious project — a three-book sprawling supernatural thriller, set in Salt Lake City, titled The Last Handful of Clover. Saying it is the most challenging thing he’s written, Jolley describes it as an “epic meditation on aging, loss, and regret.”
The story centers on a University of Utah professor named Richard Pratt, who is killed three days before the novel begins in a seemingly random act of abuse. As Pratt is propelled into the netherworld of the dead called the Hereafter, he is forced to witness the decline and suffering of his husband left behind as Salt Lake City tumbles into a rapid, fiery demise. As other denizens of his ghostly realm begin to enact a brutal revenge on the world of the living, it is only Pratt who can save him.
With the help of a barefoot year-old boy from the old West and an ancient Goshute astute woman, Pratt sets out to save the gentleman he loves, Salt Lake City, and his control wounded soul. Together they must face a ferocious enemy
Gay Bear Romance: A Tale of Two Bears Chilling In A Hot Tub
Recently, we&#;ve been exploring a number of the more outgoing(!) subgenres of the Romance genre. So far, we&#;ve covered Alien, Supernatural, Fairy or Faerie&#;both individual and YA&#;Horror, Rockstar/Musician, and even Amish! But today, we&#;re diving a other way into the wading pool. That&#;s right folks! It&#;s time for the lovers of Gay Bear Romance to rise because your time to sparkle is upon you!
If you don&#;t know who I am&#;hi! I&#;m Gracie, more commonly known here as the Resident Romance Redneck because I never (ever, ever, ever) shut up about Romance. In this series&#;our Crazy Book Genre series&#;we get into the nitty gritty and the who&#;s who of these random subgenres that we find entertaining. Fun truth for y&#;all&#;Gay Bear Relationship is actually the root of this entire series! You heard it here first people, Gay Bear Romance is a trendsetter! Our CEO, Scott Richmond, was showing us publication covers that he couldn&#;t stop giggling about&#;and boom! Crazy Book Genres was born unto the society.
There are two ways to interpret this genre, and we are going to through both of them. The first&#;Gay Bear Romance&#
We talk a lot about bear representation in the media here at BWM, in film, television and even art; but one area we don’t often focus on is literary representation. Like film and tv, it’s hard to find books celebrating bears, and that applies to both the fictional and non-fictional realms. Of course we have the books of Les K Wright chronicling our history, but there’s always room for more.
And to that end, here are a few bear-centric titles we found.
Cuddle Bear by Ki Brightly
Maurice Baranov III has more feelings than he should for his boss, Mr. Fenwick “Wick” Guidry. He watches over Mr. Guidry as part of his job, and Maurice has given up on trying to keep his feelings in check, even though he hides them. Maurice doesn’t think of himself as the type of guy who gets a happy relationship. The last man he dated got angry when he started trying to misplace weight. With all that past baggage, he can’t imagine pursuing Wick, so he is left with one option—forever wishing he could be with the man he loves.
After accidentally upsetting Maurice at the office, Wick invites him out for drinks to apologize. They meet up with Maurice’s cousin Lacey, who is having t
On my first book tour in , I start myself in Provincetown. The place itself wasn’t recent to me; I’d been going every summer for many years. But it was my first second at Bear Week.
I was just there for a quick overnight—enough time to give a reading and head back to Recent York the next morning. But I knew what people had to execute to promote their events: I had to position on the street, handing out palm cards.
The optimal place to do this was outside the Boatslip at 7 p.m., when hordes poured out of tea dance, making plans for the evening. So I stood on the side of Commercial Road next to more experienced hawkers who were louder, cuter, more aggressive, and dressed to attract attention— wearing either elaborate costumes or skimpy outfits, whichever might turn the most heads.
I was not particularly comfortable doing self-promotion, so I stayed quiet, holding a small stack of black-and-white paper flyers I’d photocopied at my office. There were few takers. Drag queens pushing bawdy cabarets and body-glittered porn stars advertising bingo games were stealing the show.
One burly bear offered me some unsolicited advice: “You’ll have better luck if you take off your shirt.”
If there was one t
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