Each Friday I’m openingย my blog to gay romance authors who want to stop by. Hopefully this means you’ll get the chance to meet lots of new authors, catch up with your favourites, learn new things, and be entertained. First up is Michael Jensen. Michael talks about why he writes historical gay novels and gives us some of his favourites. I’ve read a couple of these but found a few more to add to my reading list.
So, handing it over to Michael…
Five Gay Historical Novels You Should Read Before You Die
Did you know Johnny Appleseed was gay?
Whuh? No way! I had no idea!
Actually, we donโt know if John Chapman, the man we know today as Johnny Appleseed, was gay or not, but in my historical fiction novels Man & Beast and the sequel Man & Monster he most definitely is.
Hold on!ย How can you say he was gay when there is no proof that was true?
Well, straight historians have been degaying queer historical figures since Alexander the Great conquered the known world. So why shouldnโt a gay writer turn the tables and โgay upโ history a bit? Especially when the facts we do know about John Chapman definitely hint at the fact that he might have been gay.
And that in a nutshell is much of the reason I write historical fiction. For far too long, LGBT folks have been erased from the historical record. In my books, I want to show that LGBT people have been part of the fabric of American society from the very beginning, not just since we started fighting for our rights at Stonewall.
And in both Man & Beast and Man & Monster, I explore what life might have been like for gay and bisexual men — settler and Native American alike — deep into the American frontier where life was incredibly difficult, but a freedom existed that was much harder to come by back east. A freedom where a man could explore his sexuality far from prying, disapproving eyes. A freedom where a pioneer could find love with another pioneer, or a sexy trapper with an American Indian.
Iโm not the first writer to bring the previously hidden lives of gay and bisexual men to light, of course. What follows are five historical novels that I think do terrific jobs of showing the lives of LGBT men long before the drag queens at Stonewall ignited the modern gay rights movement.
As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann
This is a brutal but deeply moving story about a man tormented by his demons during the English Civil War in the 17th century. Can love save Jacob Cullen from himself? Or will he destroy both himself and the man he loves? This isnโt an easy book to read, but McCann beautifully captures both the time and place, and what it meant to be a man who loved other men during a time when the penalty could be death.
The Alexander the Great series (Fire From Heaven, The Persian Boy, Funeral Games) by Mary Renault
Alexander the Great is a perfect example of historians erasing the queer side of famous historical figures. History books have no problem noting Alexanderโs relationships with women. But those he had with men, including fellow warrior Hephaestion? Not so much. In this trilogy, Renault artfully tells the whole of Alexanderโs life, including how loving men shaped his conquering the world.
The God in Flight by Laura Argiri
Not every gay historical novel need tell the story of an actual figure in history, of course. Seeing the world from the perspective of someone less lofty than Alexander the Great can give the reader a very different but no less enjoyable and enlightening experience. In The God in Flight a young man escapes his repressive life in West Virginia when heโs accepted to Yale in 1878. Less physically brutal than As Meat Loves Salt, this book isnโt for the emotionally faint of heart since a good gay historical novel doesnโt have to pretend life was always easy for itโs queer characters. In fact, it was sometimes downright tragic.
A Seditious Affair by KJ Charles
Charles has become the undisputed queen of M/M historical romances set in England. And for good reason. She brings 18th century England to vivid life as she spins tightly woven tales of men who love men. In A Seditious Affair, Charles brilliantly brings together two men from very different stations in life. One is a aristocrat, the other a working man. Even more important are their political differences — differences that could cost one of them their life. Charles gives readers a happy ending, but itโs well-earned and believable.
Widdershins by Jordan Hawk
Does a historical novel have to be a straight forward historical story to be worth reading? Nope! Case in point is Jordan Hawkโs Griffin and Whyborne series that kicks off with Widdershins. Set in 18th century New England, this is a tale of romance that takes place in a world where magic is real. Magic or no, Hawk nicely captures what life might have very well have been like in 18th century America while also weaving a tightly woven plot that not only brings our โopposites attract loversโ together, but creates an intriguing world where the readers get to join Griffin and Whyborne on their journey into the paranormal. Who says history has to be boring?
These are just a few of the many M/M historical novels out there. Others you might try include Elin Gregoryโs Eleventh Hour, Charlene Newcombโs Men of the Cross, David Leavittโs While England Sleeps, and Harper Foxโ Brothers of the Wild North Sea just to get you started.
Check out Michael’s The Savage Land series…
Very appropriate for Friday 13th ๐
MAN & BEAST
The Savage Land, Book One
BLURB:
What is the line that separates man from beast?
The year is 1797, and 24-year-old John Chapman is lost on the American frontier with winter falling fast. Near death, he stumbles upon a lone cabin, and the owner, a rugged but sexy frontiersman named Daniel McQuay, agrees to let John winter over.
John and Daniel quickly find themselves drawn to each other, the sex between them unlike anything John has ever known. But as the weeks turn into snowbound months, Daniel begins to change into someone brutish, and the line between man and beast disappears.
With the arrival of spring, John flees, eventually finding refuge in the company of a group of frontier outcasts, including a brash young settler named Palmer. But in the wilds of this savage land, love is not so easily tamed, and John soon finds himself calling upon the raging animal within him to save the man he loves.
Man & Beast, which The Advocate calls โequal parts romance novel and history lesson, heaped with sex and violence,โ is the first book in the Savage Lands, a series that celebrates the untold gay history of the American frontier. Man & Beast is for fans of Harper Fox, Jerry Cole, K.J. Charles, and Mary Renault, as well as anyone who enjoys pulse-pounding suspense and romance.
(Man & Beast was previously published under the title Frontiers.)
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MAN & MONSTER
The Savage Land, Book Two
BLURB:
A monster stalks the ancient forests…
Itโs 1799, and Cole Seavey is a trapper running from a guilty past, seeking refuge on the vast American frontier. Lost in a raging storm, he finds himself face to face with a terrifying, otherworldly creature that seems to have emerged from a nightmare.
Cole is saved from certain death by a handsome Delaware Indian named Pakim. Together they learn that the monster is the fearsome Wendigo from native legends: a creature with a heart of ice, drawn to the evil of men.
Soon the Wendigo is terrorizing the frontier โ settler and Indian alike โ and Cole and Pakim join together to defeat the mysterious monster. In the process, Cole finds himself falling for the strapping brave and the promise of a new life together.
Unfortunately, the legends say that the Wendigo can only be killed by another creature with a heart of ice. But how can Cole hope to defeat the monster if it means denying the love he’s finally allowed himself to feel?
Man & Monster, which the Midwest Book Review calls “a spell-binding story that is half mystery and half horror,” is the second book in the Savage Land, a series that celebrates the untold gay history of the American frontier. Man & Monster is for fans of Harper Fox, Jerry Cole, K.J. Charles, and Mary Renault, as well as anyone who enjoys pulse-pounding suspense and romance.
(Man & Monster was previously published under the title Firelands.)
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About Michael Jensen
Michael Jensen is an author and editor. His books of gay historical fiction include two series, The Drowning World, which is set in 5500 B.C., and The Savage Land, which takes place on the American frontier. Man & Monster, the second book in The Savage Land series, was a Lambda Award Finalist (under the title Firelands).
Michael is also the co-founder of AfterElton.com, which covered pop culture for gay and bisexual men, and eventually become one of the largest and most influential LGBT websites on the internet. In 2006, AfterElton.com was sold to MTV/Viacom in a multimillion dollar deal. As editor, Michael interviewed hundreds of writers, directors, and actors, breaking numerous stories and advancing the issue of LGBT visibility in Hollywood.
Michael also created the Big Gay Fiction Giveaway which helped promote more than 80 M/M authors to great success.
Michael lives in Seattle, WA with his husband, writer Brent Hartinger.
FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/michaeljensenbooks/
AUTHOR WEBSITE: www.michaeljensen.com
EMAIL: michaeljensenwriter@gmail.com
Excerpt from Man & Beast
Chapter One
Fort Niagara, Lower Canada, August 1797
I couldnโt stop trembling, though whether from fear or the blood-numbing cold I didnโt know. For the thousandth time, I touched the worn flyer carefully folded and tucked into my shirt pocket. Soon I would know if Iโd been right in coming here or if I had made the worst mistake of my life.
I had waited anxiously in the Majorโs chamber for so long now that I swore my rigid body was dissolving into the freezing darkness. Such a sensation was familiar to me โ I often lost my sense of self in the Majorโs formidable presence.
Except for the soft sound of my breathing, the room was as still as a tomb. The cold from the fort’s earthen floor seeped through my thin leather shoes. I wiggled my toes, but my feet were already so numb I could barely feel them. The unrelenting chill only intensified the dark, the roomโs sense of menace. No wonder the soldiers called this place Fort Frigginโ Frigid.
How much time had passed since Iโd first entered? A quarter hour? A full hour? I couldnโt be sure, but at last the harsh sound of iron heels striking stone echoed from the corridor.
My mouth went dry. Even if it was the Major, I feared how heโd react upon finding me in his quarters, much less under these dire circumstances. But no matter what manner of misfortune might be about to befall me, I would never regret having shared my body with him these past few weeks. One of his shirts hung to my left, and I buried my face in it, inhaling the piquant but soothing smell of his body mingled with the scent of his comfrey soap.
The footsteps halted just outside. Two voices began conversing โ one being the Majorโs distinctive baritone, the other a gruff, angry growl that deepened my unease. If the Major came in with someone else, I was done for. Heโd deny ever knowing me, turn me over to the townsfolk, and Iโd spend twelve months fettered in bilbos and at hard labor with the wretched English convicts local wags called the Kingโs passengers. That was if I was fortuitous โ and I wasnโt feeling lucky.
The voices ceased, followed by the sound of footsteps moving away, then a moment of silence. Even though I knew hiding to be futile, I pressed myself against the back wall just in case he wasn’t alone. Swinging open, the door squealed, spilling in light, and I couldnโt help myself โ startled, I banged into a table.
A silhouette stood motionless in the doorway. The Major had heard me, and I barely dared breathe. A bar of tremulous torchlight from the corridor lay wavering on the floor.
Without warning, the door shut, plunging the room back into darkness. The sudden rasping of flint against iron cut through the silence. Light from the oil lamp leapt up, and even as weak as it was, I had to cover my eyes from the sudden brightness.
โWhat the bloody hell?โ cursed the Major.
โItโs freezing in here, Colin. No wonder we always met at my place.โ
โWhat the devilโs deuce are you doing here, Chapman? Are you insane?โ
โArenโt youโโ
โAnswer me. Now.โ
I took a deep breath to steady myself. โSome of the townspeople know about us. Theyโre looking for me as we speak.โ
โFires and faggots!โ He pressed his hand to his forehead. โWhat exactly do they know?โ
โThat we spent last night together. That we have spent others together.โ
โSo you came here? Are you trying to get me killed?โ
โI came to warn you. I risked getting caught doing this.โ
โHow did they find out?โ
โI donโt know. Someone saw something โ or someone told.โ
โTold? Unless you said something, nobody else could . . .โ His voice trailed off as he glanced toward the door.
โDid you tell someone?โ I dared to ask.
Instead of answering, he said, โWho exactly is looking for you?โ
โThe constable. Coming into the barn, I overheard him asking Mr. MacMurria if heโd ever seen me alone with a British soldier. If Iโd gotten there five minutes earlier, he would have found me for sure.โ
โDamnation. Did the constable know I was the soldier?โ
โHe mentioned you along with a couple of others, but I gather he wasn’t entirely certain.โ
โBut they recognized you? Knew you worked for MacMurria?โ
โApparently.โ
โAnd that dolt of a Scotsman must have told the constable your name, that you’re not even British.โ
I nodded.
โHow did you get in here? Who did you talk to?โ
โTwo guards out front.โ
โYou used my name?โ
I hesitated before answering. โYes.โ
โBy all the devils! Do you realize how badly youโve botched things?โ
โI already told you I came here to warn you! Besides, I had nowhere to go.โ
He pressed his hand to his temple, his fingers kneading his skull. โI know. Iโm sorry. Weโve got to get you away from here.โ He reached over and touched my face. โThey know who you are โ youโre done for if they catch you. I think I can talk my way out of this by telling them you used my name as a ruse to get inside. Once youโre gone, maybe I can even send them looking for you in the wrong direction.โ
I took the flyer from my pocket. โCome with me,โ I said softly, handing him the precious paper that promised free land and supplies. That promised a future.
โDo what?โ he said incredulously. โWhy?โ
โSo we could be together. Read the flyer.โ
He quickly did so. โJohn, Iโve no more desire to settle western Pennsylvania than I do to bed King Georgeโs wife. And Iโve never heard of this Warren.โ
โRight now itโs nothing but a frontier outpost, but next spring theyโre giving away land and supplies to those willing to stake a claim. We could be together. I know itโs where things will finally be right for me.โ
He studied me. โYouโre actually serious, arenโt you?โ
I said nothing.
โI wish it were possible,” he said. โTruly I do. But Iโm a major in His Majestyโs army. I go back to England in less than a year, where Iโm to be married. Iโve got my station to think about.โ He put the flyer back in my pocket.
โBut, Colin, they know your name. What ifโโ
โIโm sorry, but Iโm can’t go with you. The price is too high.โ He went to a trunk, hurriedly pulling out pieces of old uniforms. โGet shucked and put these on. If anyone sees me with you dressed like that, theyโll remember and ask questions later. Hurry!โ
I studied the uniform, then said, โI once considered joining the army.โ That I had pondered taking such drastic action was yet more proof of how badly I had wanted away from home.
โIโm glad you didnโt. We might have faced each other in battle if you had. At least this way, we had a few weeks together.โ
Shivering in the cold air, I yanked off my shirt and pants, and shoved them into my pack with my few other belongings. I wriggled into the tight-fitting clothes he gave me.
Wearing the uniform felt uncommonly strange. Father had fought the British twenty years earlier and raised us on stories of how cruel and cowardly they were. On the other hand, Father had been a drunkard accused of being a traitor, so I had no idea how true any of the tales that spilled from his inebriated mouth actually were. Still, it felt more queer to wear a British uniform than it had to lie in the arms of one of their officers.
โThereโs an embrasure in the back wall thatโs hardly used,โ said the Major. โItโs only a few hundred yards from there to the woods. Now, if we run into anyone, by Saint Christopherโs whiskers, don’t say a word.โ
He slipped outside, then motioned for me to follow. We came to a corner and he signaled me to stop. A soldier rambled down the corridor but exited to the right before he reached us.
Trailing behind the Major, I whispered, โWhat am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to go?โ
โWhat about that flyer you showed me? Go there.โ
โI canโt, Colin. I donโt have supplies or money or even a good sense of direction. I get lost between the cabin and the outhouse.โ
โStop making jokes, for God sakes!โ He faced me as he dug into his pocket, then thrust a handful of silver coins at me. โIt isn’t much, but it will help you. And weโll get you supplies on the way out. Youโll go to this Warren, stake a claim, start fresh. Nobody there will know you. And thatโs better for the both of us, isnโt it?โ
I reluctantly took the coins. โIf you say so.โ
โI say so. Listen to me. You can’t come back. Not ever. Itโs too dangerous for you.โ
โBut itโs dangerous for you, too. I still think youโโ
โNever mind that. Just follow me.โ
For five minutes, we wordlessly made our way along various corridors until a ladder hove into view. We climbed ten feet up to an opening that led to the fortโs back entrance. One at a time we stepped out into the warmth of the late-August afternoon. The Major anxiously cast his eyes along the embankment.
Birches and elms dotted the hillside beyond the fort, the long shadows of their trunks stretching across the field like bars. Farther up the hillside, the forest grew thick and wild and dangerous. I doubted it would take me long to pass into Indian country or stumble across a she-bear and her cubs foraging in the blackberry bushes.
โWhat about a gun and supplies?โ I said.
โDamnation! Why didnโt you say something before?โ
โI did!โ I snapped. โAnd you said youโd get them. How the blazes was I supposed to know where to stop?โ
โYou’re right. This is my bollocks. Stay here, and donโt move. Iโll be right back.โ He ducked down again, vanishing from sight.
I waited, fidgeting and tugging at the ill-fitting uniform. Once someone passed overhead, walking along the fortโs upper perimeter. I practiced a British accent in case I was spotted. The accent was terrible, and I was hugely relieved when the sentinel passed out of sight.
The Major, clutching a burlap sack, appeared at the bottom of the ladder. At first I didnโt realize anything was wrong, but when he leapt up the ladder in three bounds, I knew we were in trouble.
Excited voices echoed up from the corridor.
โTheyโre coming!โ he said, wild-eyed. โThey know about me! They know everything! Iโm coming with you!โ
โBut howโโ
โJust run! Go! Go!โ He shoved me hard, sending me stumbling forward as I jumped down to the ground. If captured now, I knew the punishment administered would be far worse than hard labor. Sodomy was bad enough; sodomy with a British officer would get me a flogging till I passed out, then clapped in leg irons in the shit-hole that passed for their gaol. I would never survive the twelve months I would spend there.
I didnโt want to guess what fate would befall the Major.
Regaining my balance, I sprinted as fast I as I could for the forest. Weโd covered perhaps a hundred yards โ a third of the way โ when I glanced over my shoulder as two soldiers vaulted onto the top of the fort. Another fifty yards had vanished under our fleeing feet when the first shot rang out.
The musket ball whizzed passed and I stumbled.
โAre you hit?โ the Major cried out.
Before I could answer, the second soldier fired. Not five feet away, the slight trunk of a pepperidge sapling, its leaves already a bloody scarlet, splintered into dozens of pieces. Without a word, I took off running again, but by now more soldiers had joined in the shooting. Twenty feet from reaching the first line of trees, another shot rang out. At the same moment, the Major, just behind me, leapt upward, as if suddenly taken by a fit.
Hot blood speckled my face as he crashed down, face-first, into the soft purple heather.
โColin?โ I called out, dropping to the ground. I scrambled on my belly to where he lay. Rolling him over, I moaned at the sight of the gory wound in his chest. I couldโve reached into the ragged hole with my hand. Blood issued forth in pulsating spurts, soaking his shirt before being drawn into the dark earth.
His green eyes โ the very first thing Iโd noticed about him โ were wide open as he stared up at the azure sky. He labored to breathe, giving rise to terrible sucking sounds that arose from the bloody wound. A pink bubble formed between his lips, shimmered in the light, then softly popped. He inhaled once more, then his mouth went slack. His eyes glassed over, as dead and lifeless as a pond in January.
Voices clamored in the distance. Glaring back, I saw soldiers charging across the meadow. I scrambled to my feet and grabbed the bag, racing forward, reaching the sanctuary of the woods in a matter of moments. The sound of my ragged breathing coursed through my ears as I ran wildly, tripping and stumbling my way through wealds of dense timber that alternated with sun-drenched meadows.
Breathless and as panicked as a hunted deer, I at last paused in one of the meadows. Wiping stinging sweat from my eyes, I looked backward, forward, then left and right, trying desperately to decide where to go.
Overhead, the flat, hot disk of the sun tracked steadily west.
I followed it.
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jenf27 says
Thanks for the great list! I’ve read all of them except The God in Flight, so am going to check that one out.