Five authors have joined together to produce stories evoking both loss and hope. Reaching deep within their fiery imaginations, these stories take flight and showcase dreams for a better today and future for LGBT everywhere. Embodying a diverse set of talents and stories, this volume sets out to grab the hearts of those who read the m/m genre and to offer hope to LGBT across the globe. By offering this book, we hope to support the following charities across the globe:
Our nature is to live and let live.
Often disregarding the plight of our homeless, our sick, our tired and our handicapped LGBT fellow beings. It gives us great pleasure in presenting this edition to assist our community members wherever they may be. Many of our community members have nowhere to sleep, nothing to eat, and have no work. The proceeds collected from this book will go to rewarding several charities across the globe. These charities are passionate about what they do. Some take in the homeless and others provide a home for the aged and the handicapped. The charities whom we will be assisting are:
GALA, South Africa
Lost-n-Found-Youth, Atlanta, USA Youth Off The Streets, Australia The Albert Kennedy Trust, UK
GALA is a centre for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and intersex (LGB- TI) culture and education in Africa. Their mission is, first and foremost, to act as a catalyst for the production, preservation and dissemination of knowledge on the history, culture and contemporary experiences of LGBTI people.
Lost-n-Found is Atlanta’s only non-profit organization dedicated to taking homeless lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender youth off the street and into more permanent housing, Lost-n-Found Youth is dedicated to the advocacy and service of youth from 13 to 25 years old.
Youth Off The Streets is a non-denominational community organisation working for young people aged 12-25 who are facing challenges of homeless- ness, drug and alcohol dependency, exclusion from school, neglect and abuse. We support these young people as they work to turn their lives around and overcome immense personal traumas such as neglect and physical, psycholog- ical and emotional abuse.
The Albert Kennedy Trust supports lesbian, gay, bisexual and trans homeless young people in crisis. Every day they deal with the the effects home- lessness can have on young people’s lives.
These charities require funding to assist desperate, needy members of our community and this book is a mere drop in the ocean of how we can reach out socially to them.
Indigent has been produced to entertain and delight and all the stories leave the reader with a “feel good” state of mind.
This anthology edited by Louis J Harris and Kimi D Saunders
Frederick Eugene Feeley Jr’s “Indigent”, after which the anthology takes its name, brings the reader to witness an apocalyptic war between the good and evil that rages in one man’s mind. Soon he will know that his problems are insignificant compared to those of others.
Mari Evan’s “Stumbling into Forever”, involves a handsome young vampire who will learn that just a sip of blood is the difference between love and freezing to death.
Leona Windwalker’s “If Only the World”, takes rejection to another level. A heartbreaking story that is turned on its head by the kindness of strangers.
Shaye Evans’ “Rescued”, is a contemporary social statement about the aftermath of a young man’s life after his drink has been spiked at a bar.
LeAnne Phoenix’s “Higher Love”, takes us on an almost spiritual journey through the minds of two people who have never met, but have spoken on a telepathic level. When they do come together, that bond is already cemented, but there is a price to pay.
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-from If Only The World by Leona Windwalker
“Light?” the man asked, kneeling down to bring his head level with the window.
“Oh… yeah, of course.” Bobby handed him a lighter. The man cupped his cigarette, snapped the flame on, and inhaled. His face became the picture of intense pleasure as he placed his hand, which held the lighter, on the window sill to maintain balance. Bobby couldn’t help but stare at him in wonder again. Like a rose.
What is beauty? His professor had asked in his philosophy class.
Hands had shot up. He picked them, one by one. Some gave examples and one girl gave a protracted answer about sociological influences dictating standards of beauty. The man patiently listened to the feminist answer before he finally spoke.
“Plato believed that all souls were alive in heaven before they were sent to earth….” He stopped mid-sentence with a curious look on his face that Bobby took as a cue to finish the thought.
“…so the beauty of a rose would be a reminder of… heaven?”
-Indigent, F.E. Freeley Jr
I always wondered if Orion was as beautiful up close as it is in the sky! This is amazing!
You’re only seeing—
—it from the back of a motorcycle!
It’s a Rider, my Misha, and when you’re well, I’ll take you down into it.
Can we stop for a second, please? Right here?
Only for a minute. We need to get you to Doc.
Maven remembered acutely how Mikhail had hurried to the edge, whispering, “Now that’s a wide blue yonder!” He remembered holding that strong body to his own when Mikhail’s shoes had slipped on the icy ledge, pressing a kiss to the pulse racing in his lover’s throat.
My Maven! Since the Eiffel is out, because I can’t go back to Earth… this would be an appropriate equivalent. The stars are way better than a silly old pointy monument to an age long gone by.
Kissing you here would knock that off your list?
Y’know… just in case there needs be a list.
There doesn’t need to be a list, my Misha… and I like the ‘my Maven.’
–Higher Love, M. LeAnne Phoenix
Even when he wanted to, he wasn’t comfortable using swear words. His dad had used them all the time, and so had his brothers and sisters. It was just so crude, and his mama had always said that people only used them if they lacked communication skills. Not that her superior knowledge of words had saved her from getting murdered by a bunch of wild animals. Bloody assholes tore her apart for trying to save a little girl, and he got to watch.
“Might be why I’m so messed up in the brain department. That, and being
a vampire. Too bad being a vamp doesn’t give me the power to deal with this freaking cold.”
He stumbled through the dark alley.
“And now I’m talking to myself. Great, I’m officially pathetic. All I need is an aluminum foil hat and an imaginary pet, then I’ll be ready for a straight- jacket.”
He reached the end of the alley but his feet still weren’t fully cooperating, at the intersection of the alley and the street, he tripped over his shoes and fell head-on into a passerby.
His face smacked into a hard shoulder and pain exploded behind his eyes. “Umpf,” was all he was capable of mumbling before sliding down to the
sidewalk. He landed with a thud, shoulders first because his face was still slid- ing down the strangers legs. When he finally lay on the ground, he decided to stay there. It was safer, because walking was too difficult for him. His cheek and eye throbbed and he was dizzy.
“Oh my god! Are you all right? Are you hurt? Shit, shit, shit…um, kid?” A frantic male voice blurted out. It did weird things to Ollie’s stomach. ‘Or may- be that’s the hunger,’ he thought.
But then the guy touched him and Ollie could barely suppress a shiver. Warm fingertips squeezed his wrist carefully, trying to find a pulse.
After few seconds the guy sighed. “Not dead, thank god.” A warm hand softly tapped his cheek “Hello, kid? Can you hear me? Open your eyes for me…please?”
Ollie groaned. He didn’t want to open his eyes. If he did, he had to face the world again, and he wasn’t too fond of the world right then. But the pleading tone in the man’s voice made him want to sooth his panic. He wanted to take away his fear, all fears. He wanted to protect him from everything scary and painful in life.
-Stumbling Into Forever, Mari Evans
“You should have called a taxi for me,” I paused. “I can’t afford an ambu-
“You passed out. A taxi would have taken ages—we could have lost you by
then. You were dehydrated and your heart was all off and…” he trailed off and shook his head, then looked at me. “Can I ask you something?”
He glanced at me as he placed a strip of tape over the bandage and my skin. “Why can’t you pay for it? I mean…I just want to make sure you’re not in with the wrong crowd. I know what college is like—you want to experiment, find new things.”
“How do you know that I’m like the rest of the college students?” I mut- tered. “You don’t know me.”
“I already know who I am and what I want—I don’t need to experiment. And if you want to know, I can’t afford it because I came out to my par- ents when I was sixteen and I’ve been working to put myself through college since…”
Speaking of my past brought back all the pain but he didn’t need to know the full story. I didn’t want him to know. I could only imagine what people would think if they knew, because what I thought of myself was enough to tell me others would think worse.
“Oh.” From the corner of my eye, I watched as Chris nipped his lip ring then he looked away.
“Yeah, ‘oh.’” I nodded, staring at the end of the bed. “That’s what they all say.”
“Well, I used your phone and called your parents. They’re on their way.”
My head snapped to faced him by the bed. “Dad’s coming here?” I almost shouted the words. I hadn’t ever expected to see the man again.
“I don’t know. Your Mom answered.”
For a brief moment my hopes had risen only to shatter on crashing back to
earth. I should have known. My father wouldn’t want anything to do with me. But for a single moment I had hoped maybe the man had given me a second chance. But of course, he wouldn’t. My father was stubborn and once he had an idea in his head, it didn’t change.
A silent moment passed between us. He played with the ring around his lip, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Then he put an end to the silence. “If you can’t pay the bill I’ll pay it for you,” he whispered.
“In exchange for what?”
He remained silent for more than a couple of seconds. His brows pulled together in confusion. He stared at the white hospital floor.
What was so confusing about my question? I didn’t expect to be given anything and since my parents had kicked me out, I had never been given anything either. Suddenly, all the tension in Chris’ face washed away and he looked up to meet my gaze. His eyes were dark, like molten chocolate. It stirred my insides.
“Were you involved with survival sex?” he asked.
My eyes widened. My heart beat faster. The monitor beside the bed re- corded the abrupt pitch. “N-n-no,” I spat quickly, but the stutter in my answer would have told Chris the truth.
– Rescued, Shaye Evans
F.E. Freeley Jr:
F.E. Feeley Jr was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan and lived there for twenty years before joining the military. He is a veteran of the US Armed Services; having done a tour in support of Operation Iraq Freedom in 2002-2003, he turned college student, pursuing a degree in political science. He now lives in Southeast Texas where he is married to the love of his life, John, and where they raise their 1½ year old German shepherd, Kaiser.
As a young man, reading took center stage in his life, especially those novels about ghosts, witches, goblins, and all the other things that went bump in the night. His favorite authors include such writers as Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and Anne Rice, whose work allowed him to travel to far off places and meet fascinating and scary characters. As a gay man, he wishes to be able to write good fictional literature for those who love the genre and to write characters that readers can relate to. All in all, he is a cigarette smokin’, whiskey drinkin’, rock and roll lovin’, tattoo wearin’ dreamer of a man with a wonderful husband who puts up with his crap and lets him write his stories.
Leona is a longtime staunch supporter of human rights and environmental causes. Her favourite genre to read is M/M fiction and she particularly enjoys science fiction, fantasy, and action/suspense subgenres–especially if they have a nice seasoning of romance. She has far too many books on her Kindle, has overloaded her phone with even more and, when not reading, writing, being driven to distraction by her children, or being overlorded by her three cats, can be found trying to locate the portal that the sock monster uses to steal socks from her dryer.
Mari is a wife and the proud mother of a very active daughter, two
dogs and two cats. She’s a very social kind of girl, who loves to talk. It’s both her best and worst quality.
From the moment she could read, she devoured books. Anything goes, as long as it has a happy ending.
There were always stories swirling around in her head and as a child she liked to lay in bed and let the characters have their story and happy ending. It wasn’t until 2013 that she actually tried to put one of the whole stories down and submit it to a publisher. To her own surprise and excitement it was accept- ed. This gave her the drive to keep going.
The decision to write m/m was made when a friend told a story about a young gay man that struck a chord, even as her husband had already encour aged her to try it earlier.
Now she found her passion, having already found the love in her family and friends, her life is completely chaotic, crazy but wonderful.
- LeAnne Phoenix
LeAnne Phoenix would tell you that the worst time of her life was the two years that she attempted to take off from writing. If you asked her to explain exactly why she did such a thing, you would most likely get the mad attempt to arch an eyebrow like her dad and then a shake of the head as she told you it was unlucky to speak of such things. Suffice it to say, it will never happen again!
Born and raised in Fort Worth, Texas in the mid-1970’s, Ms. Phoenix was young and wild (and even free!) during the crazy wondrous decade known as the 1980’s and the even crazier but now grungy decade of the 1990’s. Music is second only to the muses that live and breathe to fill her mind with beautiful men, and music always helps them to tell their stories. She is never without her iPod or her computer no matter where she goes, although, she does like to hike and take pictures of the sky and the moon, and even the occasional shot of the sun through the branches of a tree.
An avid cat lover, Ms. Phoenix has been owned by many throughout her life, though her current owner is one Lily-Rose, who really would like for her to step away from the keyboard and pay her some attention! After all, hasn’t she earned it?
Twitter at https://twitter.com/MLPhoenix
Shaye Evans is a proud Australian author of the M/M Romance genre. She prides herself in not only writing the genre but also reading it. As an author and supporter to the LGBT community, Shaye wishes to inspire anyone who reads her books and hope they help in whatever insignificant or significant way.
At age nineteen, Shaye found her love in the genre when she read her first M/M and was instantly hooked, but it took her an entire year to begin writing her own. She has had five of nine short stories accepted to be published in 2014 alone. Something she is very proud to admit–and who wouldn’t be?
When not writing or plotting her next piece, Shaye keeps busy by either reading one of over four-hundred books in her collection, designing her next book cover, or shopping. She one day dreams of being a paramedic and her books making it to the movies!