“We were a thousand miles away from home when the car gave up the ghost…”When Jack’s car breaks down in the middle of a cross-country road trip, the mysterious house at the top of the hill is a beacon of hope. If he can borrow a phone to call for help, he’ll be on his way in no time. But someone - or something - has other plans. Soon, Jack finds himself trapped in a nightmare that defies logic, where a depraved killer on the loose is the least of his problems. Will Jack escape befo...

When a miserable S.O.B. is murdered at the J.O.B. (Jack Off Buddies) party on Seattle's Capitol Hill, detectives find sixty naked suspects. Bruce Chealander, unfortunately, is suspect #1 after his public argument with the victim just an hour earlier. That's unfortunate for Detective Demir Altan, too, as he finds himself drawn to the potential murderer. But Bruce isn't the only suspect. Salvador Castro had three exes at the sex club, and several of the volunteers hated the guy as well....

WINNER! INDEPENDENT PRESS AWARD - GOLD MEDAL LGBT NonfictionWINNER! INDEPENDENT PUBLISHER BOOK AWARD - BRONZE MEDAL LGBT NonfictionA lively memoir of West Hollywood author-activist-influencer Larry Townsend whose signature Leatherman's Handbook was a founding text for gay men worldwide in the 20th century. Celebrating Townsend's 90th birthday and the 50th anniversary of his Handbook, this homage to Townsend written by ...

In Making the Unknown Known, leading scholars throughout Texas explore the significant role women artists played in developing early Texas art from the nineteenth century through the latter part of the twentieth century. The biographies presented here allow readers to compare these women’s experiences across time as they negotiated the gendered expectations about artists in society at large and the Texas art community itself. Surveying the contributions women made to the visual ar...

I 'lowed your boss would come himself, in place of sendin' a boy! muttered the old man, taking up the gun,—a light double-barrelled fowling-piece,—sighting across it with an experienced eye, and laying it down again. "Sal, bring the axe; it's stickin' in the log thar by the wood-pile. Curi's thing, to lose my section corner, hey?" "It's not a very uncommon thing," replied the young surveyor. "Fact is," said the old man, "I never found it I bought of Seth Parkins's widder arter Seth died, a...

Jack’s first thought was, that the creature, whatever it might be, was in the log when he placed his clothes there, and that it had afterwards seized them and perhaps torn them to pieces. Then he reflected that the hair he touched felt wet; and he said, “The thing ran to its hole after I put the clothes in, and it has pushed ’em along farther into the log. Wonder what it can be!” It was evidently much too large for a raccoon or a woodchuck: could it be a panther? or a young bear? “He’s got...

A young fellow in a light buggy, with a big black dog sitting composedly beside him, enjoying the ride, drove up, one summer afternoon, to the door of a log-house, in one of the early settlements of Northern Illinois.