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Friday, July 31, 2015

Time for the Drama!

the first Nicky and Noah mystery
by Joe Cosentino
published by Lethe Press

I have always been a huge Agatha Christie fan. What I love most about her novels are the clues, red herrings, plot twists and turns, and unexpected yet totally earned endings. Armistead Maupin is another favorite of mine. His quirky, surprising, larger than life, and loveable characters are a delight. So I decided to write a new gay mystery/comedy/romance series along that vein.
As a theatre college professor/department head, I set my series on a college campus in a fictitious, quaint, private New England campus.  Since theatre departments are havens for romance, scandals, mystery, and humor, it seemed the perfect fit. The Nicky and Noah mystery series was born. It is totally outside the box since it is hysterically farcical, but there is a solid mystery at its core inhabited with characters who are endearing. While most gay mysteries seem to be hardcore and dark, this one is more of the cozy variety.
The setting is an Edwardian style university founded originally by a gay couple (Tree and Meadow) whose name the university bares: Treemeadow College. In the first novel, it is winter, so white snow, cherry wood mantels surrounding blazing fireplaces, and hot chocolate are in abundance. In the second book, it is fall, so leaves of amber, violet, and scarlet blanket the campus. The third book takes us on cruise to Alaska for sights of glaciers and whales.
As Drama Queen (book one) begins, David Samson, the technical theatre professor, is found with a knife from the prop room lodged in his back. The suspects include David’s wife and son who stand to inherit a fortune, David’s two hunky graduates assistants who are desperate for his job, the mysterious movement professor who Samson didn’t support for tenure, the department head David wanted to unseat, David’s two ex-lovers, and his four students with a joint secret. When the local police are stumped, including a studly closet-gay detective, it is up to handsome, well-endowed Nicky Abbondanza, Professor of Directing, to moonlight from directing the college production and use his theatre skills to find the murderer. Complicating matters is Nicky’s intense crush on gorgeous Assistant Professor of Acting, Noah Oliver, the prime suspect in the murder (whose tenure application was not supported by the victim).
Nicky has his sleuthing cut out for him as Treemeadow theatre professors continue to drop like stage curtains. Since Noah finds each of the bodies, Nicky must not only restore justice to Treemeadow, but also save the man he adores.
As Nicky and Noah eavesdrop, seduce, role play, and finally trap the murderer, pandemonium, hilarity, and true love ensue for a happily ever after ending—until the next book. In Drama Muscle, releasing late fall, Nicky and Noah don their gay Holmes and Watson personas again to find out who is murdering musclemen in the Physical Education Department. In the third book, Drama Cruise, Nicky and Noah embark on a cruise to Alaska while putting on murder mystery dinner theatre—and solving a real murder mystery onboard ship.
Readers have told me they love getting to know quick-witted sleuth Nicky and sweet, loyal Noah. They also enjoy the clues, red herrings, plot twists, and puzzles as they try to solve the mystery along with Nicky and Noah. Most of all, readers laugh at the hijinks, hysteria, and unquenchable spirits of Nicky and Noah. As the two fall in love with each other, the readers fall in love with them. I’m glad I wrote outside the box!
The Amazon Kindle was #18 in its category on their Bestseller list. The paperback is also available, as is the audiobook, performed by a quite versatile actor, Michael Gilboe, who like Nicky, and like me, is a college theatre professor/director.
So grab your program and take your box seat. The curtain is going up on this new series. Lights up!


I left my students to their private discussion and joined my young graduate assistant seated on a red velvet bench in a turreted area of the lobby. As I dug into my sizable piece of cake, Scotty leaned into me like a cat facing a sardine, “Since it looks like the tech rehearsal will run late, I can teach your morning Theatre History class tomorrow.”
“That won’t be necessary, Scotty.” Just stick your finger down your throat then head to the gym as usual.
“With teaching your classes, assessing and updating curriculum, going to faculty meetings, advising students, writing your articles, advising the theatre club, and directing plays, I worry that you may get sick.”
You’d unleash the bubonic plague if it meant getting my job. I patted his shaved and oiled knee, and said a la Margo Channing, “I’m fine, Scotty. Just leave your notes on tonight’s performance in my office box tomorrow.”
“Am I too late for the party?” My knees dipped as Noah Oliver took off his coat and scarf and stood next to me. “Happy birthday, Nicky!” He winked at me.
Maybe we can adopt seven children, run away to the hills, and start a family singing act.
Scotty leapt from his seat like it was a pogo stick. “Have a piece of cake, Noah. No nuts!”
I beg your pardon?
“Thanks for remembering, Scotty.” Noah sat between Scotty and me and dug into the creamy wonder. Was that a familiar smile between Scotty and Noah?!
Scotty explained as if he was Noah’s husband, “Noah is allergic to nuts, Nicky.”
Hopefully not to mine.
Noah took me in with his baby blue eyes. Did I notice a look of lust in them? “How’s the show going?”
What show? Oh! “We’re all exhausted, frazzled, panicked, and certain of a great opening night.”
Noah squeezed my hand. “You’re an amazing director. The creative way you move your characters around the stage, how the elements of design compliment the story, and your unique vision is thrilling to watch. I expect nothing short of brilliance in this production.” Noah beamed with pride. “And you have some powerful student actors in the show.” Scotty collected our empty plates. “Noah is a terrific acting teacher.” He gazed at Noah with pure adoration. “The students are lucky to have you.”
Since theatre is a collaborative art, I said, “Tyler’s execution of David’s scenic design is amazing, and as usual Tyler has been a total work horse. Ariella’s costumes have an incredible gothic look, but they’re light enough for the students to move around in them.”
Noah whispered in my ear, and I restrained myself from throwing myself on top of him. “Can I speak to you about something…personal?”
“Sure.” How about a June wedding?

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Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Blood, sweat AND leather? Hell yeah!

My story came from an inspiration from earlier in my life. I had had an infatuation for a man I had wanted to pursue for a relationship but was rejected because he felt I was too young for his tastes. I had thought that youth was always a plus when meeting other men so I was taken back a step toward introspection about age being a barrier in a relationship. It reminded me of the novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. I decided a couple of years ago to write a story about eternal youth and wisdom, combining it with mercy killing at the hands of benevolent vampires feeding on the homeless and ill, who are doomed to slow death. In my book, the vampires are the brethren of the living dead. Gabriel Tivoli is a man, one of the living dead, who reappears in Damien’s later life after he had rejected him for being too young several years before. But Damien Lieberman is obsessively trying to regain his youth, and still in love with his former boyfriend David Wilder. Gabriel offers Damien eternal youth, life and love. Damien’s decision is complicated by his indecision over David. This story is about the power and strength of love between two men who have compassion for those who are unfortunately destined for a miserable, painful path toward death. Damien’s compassion runs too deep for other men who he wants to bring into the brethren of the living dead. He jeopardizes not only his own life but that of Gabriel’s until he makes the solemn vow to love only Gabriel. I wanted to express how gay men dwell on youth and search for love yet find ways to appreciate the lives of people who have life threatening hardships and want to help them as much as they can.

Damien Liebermann has failed at love continuously, even after attempting to resurrect his latest relationship with David Wilder. He despises his aging appearance, gray hair on his chest, sideburns and mustache. Despite the spread of a new incurable disease, AIDS, he tries to move on, searching for a new man to love. He has moved back to his parent’s house after they were killed in an automobile accident. But Gabriel Tivoli, a man he pursued several years before, appears magically, walking on the top of the fence and jumping to the deck next to Damien. Gabriel’s appears young compared to Damien’s, despite their same age. During a powerful storm, Gabriel promises to restore Damien’s youthful appearance and give him eternal love. Infatuated with Gabriel again and the magic surrounding him, Damien fails to recognize Gabriel’s paranormal powers, when he comes through his window and bites him on his neck, indulging in a taste of his blood. Can he trust a man who rejected him before? And why does Gabriel disappear before dawn every day?  Why does he have to meet Gabriel in the nearby cemetery at midnight on Halloween, especially at the peak of the dangerous storm raging outside?

Damien fell limp in his hold, feeling Gabriel’s stiff cock through his leather pants. He wedged his tongue through Gabriel’s pursed lips.
Gabriel bit his tongue then sucked it into his mouth, tasting his blood, content… temporarily.
“Ouch! That hurt.” Damien withdrew.
“I’m sorry. I hunger for you. Until tomorrow night.” Gabriel jumped off the deck, almost flying, and disappeared.
“But there is a typhoon approaching.” Damien warned, but only the howling winds responded. “How do you fly through the air like that?”
Without an answer, he turned around. The lights illuminated the house once again. The power was back. He felt exhausted and returned to bed. Sleeping alone again. He fantasized about David, and then Gabriel, as the wind blew.

Damien’s thoughts took him back to that early morning in 1980 when he’d been out drinking and dancing with friends at the after-hours disco, Trucadero.  Damien had called Gabriel from the Balcony Bar. The local dive was crowded with men who partied all night, drinking cocktails. He studied every man. They appeared to be zombies, their mouths frozen in silence, eyes checking out the meat rack for prospective masculine mates. Feeling lost in a sinking ship, Damien desperately called Gabriel. There was no answer. That was the night he’d thought he lost Gabriel forever.

A gust of wind blew the shutters open in his bedroom, but Damien was too preoccupied with visions of Gabriel. He pictured him like he had seen him years before and again just now.
He was unaware that Gabriel lurked outside the window, withholding his thirst and desires, scheming for a moment to taste the man from his past. Gabriel removed a snuffbox from his leather trouser pocket. Upon opening the lid, he inhaled a powdered substance, held his breath momentarily, and then exhaled a fragrant cloud of smoke into the bedroom. As it settled upon Damien, Gabriel waited for that sign of hypnotized sleep to overtake his friend. Gabriel couldn’t hold back any longer as the smoke continued to settle down upon Damien. Gabriel climbed quietly through the window. He sat beside Damien, his nude body spread out on the bed without covers. He wanted him that moment more than ever. He inspected the man he’d rejected years before. He was older but retained the flavor that attracted him when they first met, a child-like innocence, asking questions honestly and blurting out his observations with no regret. He continued admiring him, a strong hunger building inside, a fire that scorched his heart, causing him to love this man forever. Leaning over his head, his hand reaching for Damien’s limp dick, he opened his mouth, gently biting him on the neck. Initially gorging on his human blood and then slowly sucking, his hand ceased massaging his now rock hard erection. Gabriel released his neck. I don’t want to kill him. He pressed the wound with his lips until it barely trickled. I want to suck your cock, but I’m afraid I might wake you. You may have powers I’m unaware of. Could I trust you after the past several years, suffering from other men’s rejections? And there’s still David. After kissing the wound on Damien’s neck, he vanished through the window, hoping his friend would meet him in the cemetery later the next night to consummate their mutual attraction.

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