N.D. Clark 🏳️‍🌈 🔞

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#N.D.Clark is a #GayAuthor who writes #GayRomance, #GayErotica historical and contemporary novels. He is passionate about telling stories that explore the full range of human experience, including love, loss, and redemption. #NSFW content.

For David, Joe, and Billy, the Limping Spirits Meetinghouse isn’t just a dive bar on the edge of the reservation—it’s the only place where the ghosts of their service don't follow them. Between the crushing weight of financial struggle and the quiet ache of nostalgia, the three National Guard veterans have always found a way to survive. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BTASH4K #GayRomance, #QueerPolyamorous, #LGBTQStories, #GayTriadRomance
Two men. A chance encounter. A connection that could set their world on fire. In the sweltering summer of 1947, Michael is desperate to shed the skin of his former life. Leaving behind the stifling isolation of a Wisconsin dairy farm, he boards a train toward a future he can barely define. But the moment he steps into the electric, steam-charged atmosphere of the Milwaukee Road station, his trajectory changes forever. Then there is Keith—a handsome, sun-drenched Navy sailor with a gaze that cuts through the crowded platform like a physical touch. What begins as a shared glance in the amber glow of the station lights quickly spirals into a magnetic, undeniable heat. As they navigate the narrow corridors of the troop train and the shadows of a world that demands they keep their desires hidden, the air between them thickens with a tension that neither can ignore. But their burgeoning passion isn't the only thing following them. Under the watchful, calculating eyes of Cromwell and the rigid expectations of a post-war society, every stolen moment is a risk. For Michael, Keith isn't just a destination—he is a revelation. In a time when the truth can be a death sentence, Michael must decide if he is brave enough to seize the life he truly wants. The journey is long, the nights are hot, and the stakes have never been higher.
Excerpt from Wayward Sons: Caught up in the moment’s fervor, Richard pressed Edmond against the depot wall, claiming his mouth in a passionate kiss. A maelstrom of emotions—passion interwoven with panic—washed over the young socialite like a tempestuous wave crashing upon the shore. “Desist at once,” he gasped, breaking free of the embrace and retreating to a wrought iron bench emblazoned with Princeton’s orange and black seal. Richard joined him, his brow furrowed in alarm. “What’s the matter? Never kissed another fella before?” “No, I mean, yes, of course I have,” Edmond stammered, his usual eloquence deserting him. “Just . . . not in such a public setting.” “Truth be told, neither have I,” the shrimper confessed. “But I must admit, it felt mighty liberatin’ to kiss you on impulse, without a thought to our surroundings or potential observers.” “But consider the consequences if we had been seen,” the aristocrat protested, his voice overlayed with anxiety. “We could have found ourselves incarcerated, our futures irrevocably shattered.” “It’s summer,” Richard countered, his tone soothing. “Hardly any faculty or students about. Take a gander behind you.” To placate his companion, the youngest of two Cato scions peered over his shoulder. “It’s gettin’ dark under the station’s overhang.” “You’re right my Magnolia dream, I overreacted. Might I implore your forgiveness?” The coastal Mississippian smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “ ‘Magnolia dream,’ huh? I like that. It’s true, we gotta be careful, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to kiss you hours ago in the observation lounge of the streamliner. We’re gonna be somethin’ more . . . somethin’ good and real.” “Do you always possess the uncanny ability to articulate the perfect sentiment?” Edmond inquired, a hint of wonder in his voice. https://www.amazon.com/Wayward-Sons-N-D-Clark/dp/1521774390/ #HistoricalGayRomance, LgbtqFiction, #MmRomance, #FatherSonConflict, #HistoricalDrama, #QueerHistory
The tires of the BMW shrieked against the pavement, a violent end to a blur of high-speed travel. Only when the car lurched to a halt before the imposing silhouette of Gestapo Headquarters did the agent beside me finally pull the cold barrel of his Luger from my temple. I was hauled from the backseat, my legs failing me as I hit the sidewalk. There was no mercy for my stumble; a jackboot delivered a sickening blow to my gut, driving the wind from my lungs. "Get to your feet, Schweinhund!" the agent barked. Impatient, they seized my arms and dragged me, my back scraping raw against the unforgiving stone. Inside, the black hood was ripped away. As my eyes acclimated to the harsh light, I found myself in a corridor of misery. Men and women sat in iron manacles on the cold cement, their sobbing filling the air. This was no police station; it was a factory of despair. Marked as a prisoner of higher value, I was bypassed through the line and hurled into a dank cell that reeked of human waste and terror. Blood-curdling wails echoed through the block, a monstrous symphony of the Gestapo’s proficiency in torture. I had never been a religious man, but in that putrid gloom, I found myself pleading for a miracle. My only thought was of Miltie—where had they taken him? What were those sadistic hands doing to him? Within the hour, I was marched to a small, sterile interrogation room. My hands remained bound as I was ordered to a chair. In the adjacent room, Kate Smith’s "A Merry American Christmas" blared over a radio, a surreal backdrop to the howling laughter of thugs. Suddenly, a crash shook the wall. I flinched, my pulse thundering as the festive music was punctuated by the rhythmic, muffled sounds of punches and stifled cries. A terrifying realization took hold, cold and sharp: the person being broken in the next room could be Miltie. My silent supplications for the beating to cease fell on deaf ears as the nightmare took form. https://amzn.to/3PQcrRB
Historical romance cover for "American Flyboy" by N.D. Clark. Set in 1943, the story follows USAAF pilot Lt. Kenneth Hellman, who is shot down and imprisoned in the brutal Stalag Luft III. Amidst the cold wire of the camp, he forms a forbidden and clandestine alliance with the camp's enigmatic commandant, Col. Wilhelm Braun. As the SS closes in and the Eastern Front collapses, the two men must gamble everything on a daring escape. The artwork depicts the two men in a defiant embrace behind the camp’s barbed wire under a sky filled with warplanes and a looming guard tower. #HistRom #MMRomance #WW2Fiction #ForbiddenLove
Of Brothers and Tormentors: Edward Colson is a shy senior at a 1950s all-male boarding school in Norfolk, VA. His suspected attraction for other boys have made him the target of a group of bullies, who have made it their personal mission to torment and ostracize him. The Limping Spirits Meetinghouse: When a gay National Guard soldier seeks to explore the boundaries of his friendships with his straight buddies during a weekend trip, he uncovers surprising truths about love, loyalty, and the power of perseverance. Troop Train: On the train, Michael Gunderson’s most ribald fantasies become reality when the young porter meets a hedonistic sailor with a fierce hunger in his heart. Five Studs Wild: Rex and Freddie's first meeting at the ranch sets off sparks of sexual tension. When they and two other young studs from the Longacre Ranch are invited camping with Walt, Rex's handsome foreman, the rustic outdoors provokes their carnal instincts, leading to a wild weekend of raw passion.