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Perchance to Dream Box Set

Does true love really exist or is it just a fantasy? In this box set of gay romance by best-selling author J.M. Snyder, travel through time to Colonial America, visit a dystopic near future, or take a walk on the wild side among beasts, devils, and vampires. Each story embraces homoerotic love that transcends the ages and defies even death itself.<br><br>Contains the stories:<br><br><strong>A Haunted Love</strong>: Nick works at a Colonial America site. One foggy night he meets David, the sexiest man Nick has ever seen. Because Nick's missed his bus, David invites him to stay the night at the inn. Though there's a spark between them, David is gone when Nick wakes. When David's claim of working as an apprentice doesn't pan out, Nick begins to wonder about him, and the ghost stories he's never believed true.<br><br><strong>Devil of a Night</strong>: Carlos must have taken a wrong turn somewhere because he and his lover Steve find themselves lost in the back roads of New Jersey, what's known as the Pine Barrens. Half-joking, Carlos tells Steven a local legend about a mysterious creature called the Jersey Devil. Then they're run off the road by ... something, Steven can't say what. He feels it out there in the woods watching them. Waiting ...<br><br><strong>Hunted</strong>: Once a month, the Hunt begins ... Hartley is a cervidae, human in form with deer-like features. When the Hunt starts. Hartley knows he's tempting fate. Almost silent in the darkness, a felidae -- half-human, half-lion -- stalks him, but something more than bloodlust runs through Tau's veins tonight. He's hungry for Hartley. Can the shadowed alleys of Richmond hide this forbidden animal attraction?<br><br><strong>Inked in Blood</strong>: Tom stops at Tattoo 804 just as it's about to close. Rist has a fetish for vampires and agrees to ink Tom after hours. What begins as a simple procedure turns erotic when Rist notices how hard Tom is for him. They give into their primal desires right in the tattoo chair. But things take an unusual turn and Tom wonders if Rist is just into a little blood play ... or if he isn't one of the undead.<br><br><strong>The Last Thing on My Mind</strong>:<em>Yesterday he told me he loved me. Today we're dead.</em>Two college guys on spring break. Friends, roommates, lovers. A moment's distraction while driving on the highway and suddenly their lives change. Forever. It's an easy promise to make when you know you won't live that long. But what happens in the afterlife?<br><br><strong>Lover's Cross</strong>: After a bad car accident, Jory's lover Peter assures him he's doing fine. But when Jory attends a get-well party at the house of a coworker, he's surprised no one asks him how Peter is. More disconcerting, Peter's gold cross necklace is missing, and Jory suffers from headaches whenever his best friend Bruce brings up the accident. Where is the cross? And why does Bruce keep asking about Peter?<br><br><strong>Persistence of Memory</strong>: Five years ago Joah was culled -- kidnapped by the government to be trained as a soldier. In the process, they erased his memory, destroying his past, his dreams, everything but his name. Armed with that alone, Joah escapes from the facility in search of someone to help him recall the man he used to be. That person is Tobin, Joah’s husband, who never gave up hope of finding him again.

J.M. Snyder · LGBT+
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Chapter 45

If anyone ever saw us holding hands in the dorm, we’d invite all sorts of trouble. Bags of shit on fire outside the door, attacks in the shower, midnight raids on our room… One little kiss in the hallway and the next thing I know, the resident advisor has me moving out and my next roomie wants to kick my ass because I’m queer. I read the stories online. We might be safer on campus than off but we don’t have to broadcast our relationship, you know?

He’s my first in every way and back when we hooked up, I used to have nightmares about getting caught by one of the jocks on our floor. They were horrid dreams where the guys would chase me from the room—not him, he’s pretty built and could hold his own against an angry mob, but me, I’d bolt. In these dreams the jerks would get closer and closer. I’d feel them touching me, their hands grabbing at my clothes, and just when I tripped and fell and they all crushed against me, I’d wake up in a cold sweat.