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Desert Crossing
Desert Crossing
Desert Crossing
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Desert Crossing

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When Callum’s mother asks him to visit for her birthday, she unwittingly comes to his rescue. Callum is a broken and unhappy man, emotionally abused by his lover to the point of feeling worthless, alone, and without hope. But during his trip, while passing through the Salt Lake Desert, Callum picks up a hitchhiker named Danny, who shows him that life is full of wonder and blessings. He’s on the verge of believing in himself again, but can he really make a new life for himself by jumping from the arms of one man into another’s?

A Bittersweet Dreams title: It's an unfortunate truth: love doesn't always conquer all. Regardless of its strength, sometimes fate intervenes, tragedy strikes, or forces conspire against it. These stories of romance do not offer a traditional happy ending, but the strong and enduring love will still touch your heart and maybe move you to tears.

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Release dateFeb 9, 2011
ISBN9781615817825
Desert Crossing
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B.G. Thomas

B.G. Thomas lives in Kansas City with his two husbands—which yes, is different, but amazingly rewarding and wonderfully romantic. They have two sweet rescue dogs named Oliver (who the breed name Dorkie applies perfectly) and Frodo (who is just learning to be a dog). He is missing his soul dog Sarah Jane very much, but she will live on forever in several of his books and in his heart. He is also blessed to have a lovely daughter and they love to hang out. B.G. loves to read romance, comedy, fantasy, thrillers, mystery, science fiction, and even horror—as far as he is concerned, as long as the stories are character driven and entertaining, it doesn’t matter the genre. He has gone to literature conventions his entire adult life, where he’s been lucky enough to meet many of his favorite writers. He has made up stories since he was a child; it’s where he finds his joy. In the nineties, he wrote for gay adult magazines but stopped because the editors wanted all sex without plot, and edited his setups right out. “The sex is never as important as the characters,” he says. “Who cares what they are doing if we don’t care about them?” Excited about the growing male/male romance market—where setup and cute meets is where it’s at—he began writing again. He submitted a novella and was thrilled when it was accepted in four days. Since then the romantic tales have poured out of him. “It’s like I’m somehow making up for a lifetime’s worth of story-telling!” “Leap, and the net will appear” is his personal philosophy and his message. “It is never too late,” he testifies. “Pursue your dreams. They will come true!” You can read about whatever he’s working on right now or whatever he’s rambling on about at his website/blog at: bthomaswriter.wordpress.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/bgthomaswriter Twitter: twitter.com/BGThomasBooks He is always happy to hear from his readers!

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    Desert Crossing - B.G. Thomas

    Chapter One

    A VOICE cried out of the desert.

    Wait!

    Callum turned and tensed as he saw a man running toward him, hair bouncing in his face. For some reason, Callum’s first impulse was to climb back into his little blue Camry and hit the gas. He shook himself. For goodness’ sake, why was he so jumpy?

    Callum had been quite comfortable in his air-conditioned car, his mind in other places. The car windows had limited his view of the world around him, allowing him to see only a small patch of sky in every direction and the endless black ribbon of the road before and behind. But then nature called, and when he spotted the small gas station, he figured he’d better stop. Who knew when the next opportunity would arrive? He needed gas anyway.

    He’d gasped at the heat when he’d gotten out of the car. He hadn’t realized just how hot it was. But it was only after slipping the gas pump nozzle into the tank that he looked up to see the impossible.

    Strange and beautiful, the desert stretched out around him in every direction, as if he had stepped out into the very center of the everlasting. There had been nothing for his eyes or mind to lock on to. The colors were surreal—gold, pink, white, indigo, brass, orange, algae green—and the horizon looked flat, not three-dimensional at all. It almost gave him vertigo. He’d staggered a second, almost feeling like he might fall up. The few scattered clouds and the mountains in the distance looked like a part of the most gigantic painting in the world, like he could almost reach out and touch it.

    It was the voice breaking the unearthly silence that allowed him to tear his eyes away from the sky and that flat, flat, flat horizon and focus instead on the rapidly approaching man.

    You’re heading east, right? the man asked, stopping just behind the car. He was wearing jeans and a tank top, damp with sweat, and had a backpack slung over one shoulder. He pushed the dark brown hair, which had stuck to his forehead, out of his face.

    Ah… yeah….

    The man smiled broadly, cheeks dimpling. Look. I’m stuck here in the middle of fucking nowhere, and I’d do almost anything to get to civilization. I’d be glad to fill your tank if you’d give me a ride to at least the next town….

    Callum looked the guy up and down. And while he looked a little dirty, he didn’t look dangerous. Callum found himself relaxing just a little bit.

    The guy put a hand on his hip. Look, I know you don’t know me from Buddha, but please, I’m not going to rip you off or anything. Pat me down if you want to! He shrugged the pack off his shoulder and held it out. You can even look through my bag. No gun, no knife. I promise. And, man, I gotta get the hell out of here!

    Callum tried to shake off the last vestiges of suspicion, but couldn’t quite help himself. Chalk it up to self-preservation and city life. How did you get here in the first place? he asked.

    The man sighed and rolled his eyes desert-skyward. Damned trucker. He wanted to fuck me, and I said no, so he left me here….

    Straight, Callum thought, and gave him another quick once-over and forgot about his misgivings. The guy seemed harmless, and he was pretty hot, straight or not. Nice broad hairy chest, gorgeous blue eyes (and Callum was always a sucker for blue eyes), with tiny little lines around them and the corners of his mouth. Made him look like a man and not some twink. A quick glance showed that he had quite an ample basket, besides. No wonder the trucker had wanted to have sex with him. Callum realized he wouldn’t mind a little

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