Cyber Monday — Here's what caught my eye…

The Girl with the Long Green Heart by Lawrence Block
Bank Shot by Donald E. Westlake
Save the Last Dance for Me by Ed Gorman
The Listening Eye by Patricia Wentworth
The Baby in the Icebox by James M. Cain
The Hot Spot by Charles Williams
The Spy and the Thief by Edward D. Hoch
The Swimming Pool by Mary Roberts Rinehart
The Dog Who Bit a Policeman by Stuart M. Kaminsky
Shellshock by Richard S. Prather
Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye by Horace McCoy
Slipping Into Darkness by Peter Blauner
Long Live the Dead by Hugh B. Cave

Mrs. Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing by May Sarton
Shockproof Sydney Skate by Marijane Meaker
The Magician's Girl by Doris Grumbach
Eye Contact by Michael Craft 
Hold Tight by Christopher Bram
The Men from the Boys by William J. Mann
Where the Boys Are by William J. Mann
The Lord Won't Mind by Gordon Merrick
One for the Gods by Gordon Merrick
Forth Into the Light by Gordon Merrick
Perfect Freedom by Gordon Merrick
The Sound of Heaven by Joseph Olshan
Wolverine Cirque by Joseph Olshan 

Boy's Life by Robert R. McCammon
Mystery Walk by Robert R. McCammon
Usher's Passing by Robert R. McCammon
The Compendium of Srem by F. Paul Wilson
Babel-17 by Samuel R. Delany
Lot Lizards by Ray Garton
The New Neighbor by Ray Garton
This Perfect Day by Ira Levin 
Those Who Hunt the Night by Barbara Hambly
Chthon by Piers Anthony
Nightwings by Robert Silverberg
Blood Music by Greg Bear
Adulthood Rites by Octavia E. Butler 



A subversive neo-pulp movement is afoot in publishing and through his syndicate JEFF FUNK is collecting pieces of the PULP CHRONICLES


Investigate the NightLite™ edition ★ PULP BUZZ on WordPress

Buzz for Modern & Retro Pulp with a Bang!

Pulp Buzz is the “thinner sister syndicate” of Midnight Reader. The new NightLite™ edition includes pulp posts, breaking tweets, author news, interviews and videos, and is optimized for fast loads on all devices. 

Fear not, the original Midnight Reader will continue ticking—and breathing—alongside its femme fatale sister, Pulp Buzz. —JF

Enchanted Evening…


STRANGER • Come along for a naughty romp in this collection of three short stories by erotica author, Jeff Funk.
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Flipboard enthusiasts, try thumbing through my Midnight Reader magazine for articles on pulp fiction, crime novels, erotica, creative writing, consciousness, sex & culture. Flip me! — JF

All I Want for Christmas is Bernie!

Grand Master Crime Writer, Lawrence Block, has come out of retirement—and the result? Bernie's back! This time, however, the book is entirely a Lawrence Block production, as it's his first full-blown foray into self-publishing. I've preordered my copy so those elves at the print factory will have to work on Christmas day! Heh heh. JF

[Guest Post] My Life as a Lesbian by LAWRENCE BLOCK

Posted Nov 14, 2013 on LB's site

Here’s an email I received the other day:

“How very nice of you to send along what must be one of the first copies of The Burglar Who Counted The Spoons! I look forward to getting acquainted with Bernie. And I must say, the book itself is very handsome—love the cover illustration. I will take it with me on the plane when I make a brief dash to New York next month for my publisher’s honors event at the Anti-Defamation League’s annual dinner. 
Ann Bannon, author of Bebo Brinker

”Attached is a snapshot of me just before a panel discussion last night at the San Francisco Public Library. You should know that your name came up and elicited applause! The title of the panel was, ‘The Fabulous World of Queer Pulp, Yesterday and Today.’ We had a really excellent turnout, and people did seem to enjoy it. I always tell them that you and I and Marijane are the last three survivors of that era…”

The email’s author—and the stunning woman in the photograph—is Ann Bannon, whose pioneering lesbian novels were an inspiration when I was writing my own, first as Lesley Evans and then as Jill Emerson. (Marijane Meaker was another role model; I was an avid reader of both her Vin Packer novels of psychological suspense and her Ann Aldrich lesbian nonfiction long before I knew one person wore both those hats.)

I met Marijane a couple of years ago at a film class of Kurt Brokaw’s, and last year I got to know Ann at Gary Lovisi’s annual Collectible Paperback show. I can’t tell you how gratified I was when Ann embraced me as one of the last of the midcentury lesbian novelists. We renewed our acquaintance last month, again at Gary’s show, and, accompanied by her daughter, ducked out for a very pleasant lunch afterward. But actually we’d met without meeting a few years earlier. Terry Gross devoted an NPR episode of Fresh Air to classic lesbian fiction, and both Ann and I were invited. Terry’s guests almost invariably participate from a distance, although you’d swear she was talking to them face to face. I happened to be in Philly that day, and so arranged to show up in person. During a break, Terry said to me, “But Larry, you’re not actually a lesbian.” “Terry,” I said, “that’s only an accident of birth.”

LB writing as Jill Emerson
Well then. Here’s a link to that program, now available (astonishingly!) as an download for the irresistible price of $2.95.

Jill Emerson: One of the 50 Shades of Lawrence Block

via Open Road Media Videos

Kindle Matchbook

Torn between eBooks and print? Have both! —JF
Now collectors can have perfect paperbacks and a well-thumbed Kindle. Introducing kindle matchbook. With the purchase of a paperback, you can get the Kindle Edition for $2.99 or less

This is available for all of my books—and it’s retroactive, so folks with good taste who’ve already acquired the paperback series can click for a discounted Kindle copy of Bad Boy, Curious, Rascal, Stranger and Midnight Reader. Pulp paperbacks. Retro and cool!

Richard Laymon's Classic Vampire Novel Back in Print

Richard Laymon is one of my all-time favorite authors. I used to pay hefty shipping rates to get his books from the UK or Australia, as he had become somewhat of a rock star in those countries, especially for people who like hardcore horror. Admittedly, it's not for everyone, but "Laymonites," as we're called, can't get enough of his novels. His style is amazing. I love how unpredictable his plots are, and his characters are dangerous. The first time I saw Bite in America was inside a mall, and I was thrilled because it signaled that Laymon had found an American publishing house that respected his work. Bite is classic Laymon-style horror, and a departure for him—rarely did he write about vampires. I think you'll enjoy the ride! —JF


Writing erotic literature makes me think a lot about the kind of men I find attractive. If you read my books, you’ll notice, I hope, that I don’t try to make every single man sound like an unattainable porn fantasy, for the simple reason that I don’t find those guys sexy. The zero-fat, over-defined, tanned-shaved-and-plucked look doesn’t work for me – and although I like a large penis as much as the next man, I’m equally turned on by small and medium. A lot of ink is spilt in erotic literature about thick, tousled hair, perfect teeth, dazzling ‘grins’ (men in erotica never smile, they always grin), six packs etc. I can’t be bothered. I give a few indications of the kind of bloke I’m thinking about, and try to let the reader supply the rest.

What I actually find sexy is masculinity in all its forms – and that, to me, is synonymous with naturalness. The more groomed and tweaked you become, the less masculine you are. Dan Stagg, the hero of my new novel The Hardest Thing, is an ex-marine fighting machine, so obviously he is physically fit – but I made him bald on top and hairy everywhere else, just to buck the trend. His dick does the job, but I don’t go on and on about how massive it is. The other main character in the book, Stirling, is exactly the sort of primped-up supermodel that I don’t really fancy – he’s got fabulous hair, no body fat and gym-perfect muscles. He uses moisturiser, and he shapes his eyebrows. Dan finds him kind of repellent at first, but the inevitable happens (this is porn, after all). From that point on, Dan and Stirling have to find some kind of common ground – and that means, at the very least, that Stirling has to grow out the hair dye and stop depilating.

As the plot progresses you’ll meet older men, younger men, fit men, fat men, cocks of all sizes and shapes. This reflects something I think is true about sex – if you stop obsessing about rigid criteria and types, you can have a lot of good loving with a lot of different people. In erotic fiction, you need certain things to trigger a response in the reader, so dicks have to be hard, arses and mouths have to be open/wet/tight and so on – but that aside I try to make the men and the sex pretty real. Obviously there’s more of it than there is in real life, just as there’s more bloodsucking in a vampire novel than there is in real life. But apart from the frequency, I hope this is more than just another fantasy.

—JAMES LEAR is the nom de plume of a prolific and acclaimed novelist. As James Lear, he is the author of The Back Passage, The Secret Tunnel, Hot Valley, The Low Road, and The Palace of Varieties. He lives in London. Follow him on Facebook and WordPress.


[GUEST POST] Be True to Your School by Greg Herren

First published on Queer and Loathing in America

Be True To Your School by Greg Herren

One Saturday night during my senior year, I was out with a bunch of friends and for some reason we stopped at a mini-mart on 6th Street in Emporia, Kansas. I don’t remember what we stopped for; I didn’t drink or smoke until after I graduated, and I distinctly remember it was during high school. I don’t remember who I was with or anything else about that evening—all I do remember is that the mini-mart had a revolving metal rack of paperbacks standing next to a revolving rack of comic books, and when I stopped to look at the comic books and the books (I always did this, attracted as a moth is to a flame wherever I was), there was a book with a cheerleader waving her pom-pons, a football player, a boy holding a camera, and a rather unattractive girl clutching books to her chest. Impulsively I grabbed the book and bought it, and the next day, a Sunday, I read it in my bed.

The book was Yearbook, by David Marlow.

High school wasn’t easy for me. Being a gay kid in the mid to late 1970’s in rural, conservative, deeply Christian Kansas wasn’t the ideal situation. I thought there was something wrong with me, and I didn’t feel close to anyone. This book, set in a high school in a town on Long Island in the late 1950’s, surprisingly resonated with me. It had four characters: Guy, an out of place, mocked and picked on sophomore who was smaller than everyone else and had no friends; Corky, the football star and golden boy that everyone admired, loved and wanted to be; Ro-Anne, his girlfriend, the beautiful and vivacious cheerleader absolutely certain of her place in the school pecking order; and unattractive Amy, smart, too tall, with frizzy hair and braces and a big nose and acne, also laughed at who uses her brains and her wit to withdraw into her own world where intelligence and brains are more valued than her looks.

Like me, Guy was a disappointment to his parents and his older siblings. I could so relate to him and his habit of losing himself into his hobbies to hide the loneliness. (For me, it was books and writing.) But Guy’s skill with photography brings him to popular Corky’s attention, and suddenly Guy is thrust into the popular circle, under Corky’s wing. Corky wants to be all over the yearbook, you see, and what better way to do that than to become friends with the best photographer in the school, an outsider?

This plan of Corky’s is what sets the story in motion, and for 244 pages I was completely riveted. Yearbook was completely unsentimental, and in the hands of a lesser writer the characters would have easily devolved into stereotypes. Marlow instead turned them into real people; beautiful Ro-Anne’s meanness became understandable once you knew her back story, so instead of being the typical pretty cheerleader ‘mean girl’ we’ve seen all too often in fiction and in film her behavior becomes understandable. None of the characters are perfect; you can feel Amy’s pain, Guy’s desperate need for acceptance, and the incredible burden of parental expectation that almost crushes Corky.

It was also one of the first times I’d ever read about a teenager starting to evolve sexually the way Guy was, and having feelings—both sexual and emotional—for another boy and being horribly confused by those feelings and also understanding those feelings had to be kept secret. Guy was never really sure what he felt for Corky; was he attracted to him, or were his feelings based in gratitude for being rescued from obscurity, being pulled inside and accepted by the popular crowd? And since his body was changing and developing, was it that gratitude, acceptance and love he was feeling being mixed up with sexual feelings?

As I said, the book wasn’t sentimental and there were no happy endings for any of the four. It was stunningly real, harsh and painful.

Guy Fowler arrived at the top of Edson hill at 8:45 and knew he was never going to live through the rest of the day. Monday, the twelfth of September, he made an entry in his mental diary: my last sunrise.

Those opening lines resonated with me; that was exactly how I felt on my first day of high school my freshman year. I also didn’t think I would survive high school.

Down in the girls’ locker room, beautiful and bouncy, giggling and gossiping, a voluptuous Ro-Anne Sommers zipped herself into her snug red and yellow outfit and looked at the ID bracelet she was wearing: CORKY.

Later in the first chapter, we meet Amy for the first time as she walks into the school assembly for new students, covering it for the school paper, remembering how the editor talked her into doing something she clearly didn’t want to do, and this:

Leonard peered up at Amy through thick eyeglasses, wondering as he did everytime he saw her just how she had managed so well to miss out on nature’s blessings—a girl whose hair was not just curly but kinky; a complexion not just troubled with acne, but riddled; teeth not just crooked but wired top to bottom, with marionette rubber bands which restricted movement as they were suspended from tiny hooks. Then there was the matter of that nose. A regular baked potato.

At the assembly, the reader finally meets Corky, as the principal introduces various student leaders to the new students:

Corky rose to his feet, waved and conquered. The girls wanted him. The boys wanted to be him. Tall and uncommonly handsome, charming, popular and powerfully built, Corky Henderson stood onstage, way up at the top of the totem pole, coolest of them all. Each short wave of his carefully parted dark hair was thicker than the next. His green eyes smiled at his appreciative audience and his dimples deepened with good reason: barely eighteen and already a legend.

And Guy’s reaction:

Guy applauded, too. His stomach gurgled. Adrenaline shot every which way. In all his life he’d never seen anyone he’d so instantly admired. For whatever Guy Fowler wasn’t, Corky Henderson most assuredly was. Guy calculated what it would take to be like the amazing fellow now center stage, soaking up all that limelight. Just another twelve inches off the ground; sixty additional pounds of sinewy muscle; the smile, the confidence, the right clothes, the rugged, casual, jocklike air and he’d have it all. Nothing to it.

He wanted to slash his wrists.

And, when his photography skills have been discovered, that moment at the Sugar Bowl (the town’s teen hangout) when Corky and Ro-Anne recruit him to their inner circle, and Corky reveals his plan about the yearbook to the dazzled, lonely boy:

”I want to be all over that yearbook, kid. Cover to cover! I want my kids to look through it someday and see what a hot shot their old man was.” Ro-Anne coughed into her buttermilk. “And what a beauty Ro-Anne was,” Corky was quick to add.

It is that meeting that sets everything in motion to the inevitable tragedy.

I never forgot this book; I reread it I don’t know how many times. My worn and battered copy was lost to the ages years ago.

I remembered it again recently, and did a google search. I was able to order an old, used copy. I discovered that David Marlow wrote a few other books, became a bodybuilder, and now lives in Palm Springs with his long time partner. My used copy arrived this week, and with some trepidation, I reread it this morning.

It still holds up, after all this time. It is just as painful to read and experience as it was that first time over thirty years ago, and it resonated just as strongly as it did back then. But in all my prior readings of it, I always had a sense that Guy’s feelings for Corky were an anomaly, and after the events of this book he went on to marry and have kids and all of that.

But at the reunion, there is this exchange between him and Amy, that I either never caught (or understood) in any previous reading, as they dance at the reunion:

She giggled and looked at him. “And what about you, tall stranger? What’s going on with your life?”
Guy shrugged. “Not much.”
“No romantic interest?”
“Naw. I’ve got plenty of time for that once I sort out the rest of me.”
She looked at him with affection. “Still confused?”
Trust Aunt Amy to get right to the bottom of things. Guy hugged her tighter. “Let’s just dance, okay? I didn’t come here to be analyzed.”
“Right you are!”
“I can tell you one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I do what I want nowadays.”
“Smart boy.”
“Yeah. I guess I have you to thank for making me stop living for the neighbors.”

Absolutely amazing.

Greg Herren is the author of numerous novels including the Scotty Bradley mysteries, the Chanse MacLeod mysteries and the smoking hot erotic novel, Every Frat Boy Wants It under the pseudonym, Todd Gregory. Follow him @ScottyNola and Facebook.

STEAM BATH edited by Shane Allison

Steam Bath edited by Shane Allison published by Cleis Press is in stores now—sweaty gay erotica—and the story I contributed is possibly the dirtiest I've ever written called "Easy Dick." Bon appétit!

Update & Repost · A Thumbnail History of Paperbacks By Alan Beatts

I'm psyched to learn that, in addition to SF/Fantasy & Horror, Borderlands Books will specialize in Mystery. For the benefit of new readers, I decided to run Alan Beatts' Thumbnail History of Paperbacks. Enjoy! —JF
Tonight's guest in our parlor is Alan Beatts from Borderlands Books in San Francisco. Just so's ya know, I was at his table when he shouted the words, "You! Drop the ferret!" which still stands as one of the most infamous Overheard at the Con reports. Be sure to subscribe to their newsletter. They know & love books—and know quite a few authors personally. If you're in the market for fantasy, sf, horror or something rare give them a call or a click. They're nice people!

First published in Dispatches from the Border, The Newsletter of Borderlands Books, March, 2008

A Thumbnail History of Paperbacks By Alan Beatts

Something that I love about working in my field is being part of a history that goes back hundreds of years (actually, thousands of years — the first booksellers were in Egypt before the common era and their original stock was copies of The Book of The Dead). Bookselling in general has been around for a very long time and is full of some of the oddest traditions, characters and incidents. But more than that, the science fiction, fantasy and horror field has been around for quite a long time as well. And it has its own odd traditions, strange history and remarkable persons.

It would be a foolish game to try to spot when science fiction, fantasy or horror first started. One can make a solid argument that science fiction started with Jules Verne in the middle of the 19th century but there are other arguments to be made. However horror has been around much longer. Varney the Vampire also dates from around the same time as Verne's work but there were ghost stories, both written and oral, many, many years earlier. And, if you're willing to call mythology the father of the fantasy novel, you can easily go all the way back to the ancient Greeks (and yes, much of those stories were religious in nature but many of them were simply entertainment with only a hint of religion).

But, there is a point where I'm pretty comfortable saying that original SF and fantasy in novel form as we know it first sent down roots in the US. And there are some remarkable people who did it.

Before I go on there's one basic premise to mention — SF and fantasy at novel length in the US is a product of small size, softcover books; what you probably think of as "paperbacks" and what we in the book trade call "mass market paperbacks" (as distinguished from the larger "trade" paperback which is essentially a hardcover book without the hardcovers). SF, fantasy, and horror in the 20th century has always been light entertainment. That's not to say that there haven't been some important books written within those fields but the genres in general are entertainment. Much like television and movies before television, popular entertainment needs to be cheap and accessible. The flood of novels that started appearing in the 1950s and continue today were a function of the low price, easy distribution, and accessibility of mass market paperbacks. SF, fantasy and horror were not the only beneficiaries of mass market paperbacks — the growth of romance, westerns, crime, mystery . . . virtually all the forms of "genre" fiction can be traced to paperbacks.

The paperback as we know it was first tried by a German publisher, Albatross Books, in 1931 but it was not a success until the idea was picked up by Penguin Books in England. Allen Lane launched Penguin in 1935 and was shortly imitated by Robert de Graaf in the US in 1939. De Graaf's imprint, Pocket Books, was part of Simon & Schuster and was the first to include illustrations on the covers of their "pocket" books. His other innovation was to distribute the books to newsstands and other mass market outlets instead of only focusing on bookstores. Shortly thereafter other US publishers including Ace, Dell, Bantam and Avon started their own paperback lines.

But, paperbacks were always reprints. A work would be published as a hardcover and, if it seemed that there was a market for it, it could later come out in a cheap paperback edition either from the original publisher or from another publisher who had "bought the paperback rights" (i.e. paid the original publisher a lump sum or a commission for the opportunity to print the paperback). As a result, no book ended up in paperback if a publisher had not already decided that it was worth the financial risk to publish in hardcover and therefor the paperback market was merely a subset of the larger book market without any identity or character of its own.

It took a real character (with a desire to slip through a contract loophole) followed by two visionary publishers to change that.

If publishers like Lane and de Graaf came to paperbacks from the lofty castles of publishing, then Roscoe Fawcett come to them from the basement. Fawcett got his start in the business of words during World War I working on "The Stars and Stripes", the official newspaper of the US armed forces. After the war in 1919 he started publishing Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, a magazine of sorts filled with racy poetry, dirty jokes and tasteless puns.

It was hugely successful and by 1923 the magazine had a circulation that almost matched its profits, which were in excess of a half a million dollars. More magazines followed and as part of that, Fawcett moved into distribution and thereby crossed the path of the growing paperback boom. In 1949 Fawcett contracted with New American Library to distribute their paperback lines (Mentor and Signet) to newsstands. As part of the contract Fawcett was prohibited from competing by publishing his own paperbacks. However, Fawcett, seeing that there was money to be made in publishing paperbacks, wanted to get into the market. Though the contract clearly prohibited Fawcett from publishing paperback reprints, no one at New American Library had imagined that anyone would consider publishing original novels in paperback. Fawcett considered it, did it, and got away with it -- Gold Medal books was born and both opened the paperback market to original novels as well as adding even more inertia to that growing format.

The stage was set. Paperbacks had a huge presence in newsstands all over the country. You could find them in every train station, airport, drug store, department store -- they were everywhere (even in bookstores, which had originally resisted them fiercely since they weren't "real" books). Paperbacks were so popular that, in a six month period in 1952, Gold Medal alone sold 9,020,645 books.

Ian and Betty Ballantine had been involved with paperback publishing since 1939 when Ian started distributing Penguin Books in the US. In 1945 they started Bantam Books (with Walter Pitkin, Jr. and Sidney B. Kramer) but they made their most enduring mark in 1952 when they founded Ballantine Books. The original basis for Ballantine Books was to "offer trade publishers a plan for simultaneous publishing of original titles in two editions, a hardcover 'regular' edition for bookstore sale, and a paper-cover, 'newsstand' size, low-priced edition for mass market sale." It was a radical idea and more importantly it allowed Ballantine to dodge the furor surrounding the "damage" that paperback originals could do (as an example, LeBaron R. Barker of Doubleday was quoted as saying that original paperbacks could "undermine the whole structure of publishing.").

Acting as a bridge between paperback and "traditional" publishing worked very well for the Ballantines. Their first book, Executive Suite by Cameron Hawley sold over 475,000 copies in paperback in less than a year as well as 20,500 copies in hardcover, proving that paperback sales gave a book more publicity and helped hardcover sales instead of hurting them (does anyone notice echos of the current debate about eBooks and their effect on physical book sales?).

And now we finally get to what this all has to do with SF and fantasy. Ballantine's 21st book was The Space Merchants by Frederik Pohl and C.M. Kornbluth. In 1954 they started publishing Star Science Fiction Stories, which collected original short fiction by authors who would become some of the giants of the 20th century (for example, the third collection featured stories by Asimov, Clarke, Bradbury, del Rey, Dick, Matheson, Vance, and Williamson) and wrapped them in covers by the legendary Richard Powers. Throughout the 1950s Ballantine published editions (many of them original) of works by authors like Ray Bradbury, Henry Kuttner, Arthur C. Clarke, Theodore Sturgeon, Jack Vance, John Wyndham, Fritz Leiber, Philip K. Dick, Richard Matheson and Manly Wade Wellman.

In the 60s, they continued to publish the best authors that the field had to offer as well as gaining quite a bit of attention due to their rivalry with Ace books for the right to reprint Edgar Rice Burroughs and J.R.R. Tolkien in paperback (in both cases they prevailed, though in the case of Tolkien, Ace did print an edition which prompted a notice from Tolkien himself in the back of the Ballantine editions urging people to buy that edition and to boycott "unauthorized editions").

Then in 1969 they launched the Ballantine Adult Fantasy series, edited by Lin Carter, which brought back into print a number of classic, pre-Tolkien works of fantasy including Lord Dunsany, Clark Ashton Smith, and most importantly, H.P. Lovecraft (who had been almost forgotten at that point). And in 1977 they created one of the first dedicated science fiction and fantasy imprint edited by (and taking a name from) Lester del Rey and his wife, Judy-Lynn. Del Rey continues to be one of the major imprints in the field to this day.

History is, I believe, often just a combination of factors that interact and create a result. The actions of individuals may shift the outcome slightly but most of the time, individual action makes very little difference. But sometimes, especially in business and even more so in creative businesses, one person (or one couple) can have profound, long reaching and dramatic effects. They can shape a medium or a field for decades to come. The secondary and further effects of their presence can be incalculable and unimaginable. Ian Ballantine passed away in 1995. But it's been my great honor and pleasure to meet Betty Ballantine twice over the past few years. And I'm hoping that the next time I see her I'll be able to suppress my tongue-tied awe long enough to say one fraction of what I've said here.

[Paperbacks and eBooks] MIDNIGHT READER series by JEFF FUNK

Jeff Funk, author of the gay erotic Midnight Reader series, says that, "Sometimes a quick thrill is all a regular guy needs." ¶ He admits his writing is raw. Pulp-style. ¶ "In almost every novel I've ever read, I perked up when I got to a sex scene—hello—only, I wanted more details!" [Laughs] "I give it to readers as if I were confiding in a buddy. Move along the plot. Linger on the hot." ¶ "Dirty-minded people have more intelligence than the normals. They treasure their erotic reading material." ¶ "People have sex everyday," Funk explains,"and if you're not banging, then reading about a hot screw can assist a selfie real nice." ¶ He continues, "Reading smut is cheaper than dating—even the clap clinic charges ten dollars—also, masturbation is healthy, as the former Surgeon General correctly asserted, especially for males, whose well-being requires the frequent release of semen. If it's been a while since you got laid, you may need fresh footage for the ole spank bank. Happy Pride 2013!" —Jeff Funk, author of Curious, Rascal, Bad Boy, Stranger and Midnight Reader

MIDNIGHT READER (Twelve Erotic Tales) collection includes the first four books of the Midnight Reader series: Bad Boy, Curious, Rascal & Stranger. Twelve o’clock. Twelve erotic tales intended for mature readers.

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BAD BOY (Midnight Reader) by Jeff Funk

Bad boy—he’s hot and knows it. In the first story, “Sex in the Streets,” a twenty-something skateboarder punk encounters a forty-year-old shy guy who has a few tricks of his own to teach. Richard and Jim are workout buddies home on summer break, and tonight they’re going to meet up with Jim’s other buddy. Greg just got a new dorm roommate who’s so handsome that Greg can’t stop fantasizing about kissing this whiskery stud. Lose yourself in three erotic tales intended for your personal reader in the nightstand.

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CURIOUS (Midnight Reader) by Jeff Funk

Men have animal urges and sometimes they’re looking for action, even if it’s with another man. First a college boy with a fetish for sniffing jockstraps learns that he’s not the only frat brother who’s into dudes. A straight construction worker with a high sex drive gets seduced by Jake in “Leaving My Mark.” A convention in Washington, D.C. brings together a pair of young businessmen who find pleasures at night in the city. Step into three erotic fantasies for your personal nighttime reading.

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RASCAL (Midnight Reader) by Jeff Funk

Some men are rascals and they’re getting it on at every turn. At the leather bar, while the guys’ shenanigans on stage are raising hell, an out-of-town stud winds up in some trouble of his own in “Den of Heathen Desires.” It’s blackout night at the bathhouse and passion awaits in room sixty-nine at the end of the hallway. Then the country boys are at it again at the Rusty Screw jeans and leather bar enjoying each other’s hospitality. Explore three stories of rowdy and erotic adventures.

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STRANGER (Midnight Reader) by Jeff Funk

For men who desire men, nothing matches the heat of a quick encounter with a stranger. Eric finds lust in the airport terminal in Miami before meeting an exotic hunk in Nicaragua. On a camping trip, a male couple discovers that they’re not alone—someone is watching from the woods. Ahoy! Set sail on a cruise where desires between men take hold on ship and shore. Come along for a naughty romp in this collection of three stories.

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MIDNIGHT READER series paperbacks are