Conspiracy Theories by Ethan Stone
I’ve always found conspiracy theories rather fun. Some of the idea out there are ridiculous yet plausible at the same time. My good friend Xara X. Xanakas thinks Sylvester Stallone either killed or paid off the writer of the original Rocky movie. Why? Because the guy who wrote the first amazing script would not have lost the character so badly in the sequels.
I can buy that. I’m convinced George Lucas had a Jedi Mind Trick used on him when he wrote the prequels.
Did you know that gay people have a super power? And I don’t mean the ability to suck a golf ball through a straw. No, we have weather-controlling powers. Like Storm from X-Men. Amazing, isn’t it?
That was a conspiracy theory thrown out by a Southern pastor last August when Hurricane Isaac struck.
Pastor John McTernan blamed Isaac on New Orlean’s Southern Decadence Festival, which is billed as the Gay Mardi Gras. Apparently, God sent the storm to make the people pay for their sins and immorality.
My bff, Lara, Brukz, is requesting warmer weather in Arkansas so I’m going to fly there and arrange an orgy. Strictly for her benefit of course.
I’d remiss if I didn’t discuss (cue ominous music now)...The Homosexual Agenda! For those of you who may not know, The Homosexual Agenda is a theory created by certain religious groups that we queers are trying to do take over the world. Because total domination is so much better than, say, acceptance and equality.
And those aren’t even the wildest conspiracy theories out there.
A well known Nevada conspiracy theory is about Area 51, a Military base hidden in the desert housing alien artifacts. Area 51 is indeed an actual base (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Area_51) and while the genuine purpose of the base is unknown, it is most likely for research and development of experimental aircraft. I live in Nevada and have been in the desert not too far away from Area 51 and I’ve seen stuff that would support either theory. I was camping one time with my ex when we saw weird flashing lights in the sky. It was right out of Close Encounters of the Third Kind different color lights flashing in odd sequences. The lights then disappeared.
My imagination is vivid enough that I can create a few different theories about the lights. I want to believe it was some sort of extra-terrestrial life, I certainly believe such a thing is possible.
I’ve entertained several different conspiracy theories myself. I think there are cures for cancer and tires that will last forever and ways to get the price of gas to under a dollar a gallon. But the millionaires want to stay millionaires so these things are kept hidden. Additionally, I’ve always had a theory that JFK had Marilyn Monroe killed and Joe DiMaggio had JFK killed in retaliation.
At the heart of my novel, Subject 13, is a conspiracy theory regarding a Nevada ghost town and the government’s role in its demise. It’s no spoiler to say the government is involved, it’s the how and why which is the crux of the story. There’s lot of repressed memories, sneaking around and breaking and entering. All that is mixed up with some hot men, smoking hot sex and a bit of romance. Want to know how it ends? Buy the book, you won’t regret it.
Publisher Amber Quill
Genres: Gay Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novel (70k words / 208 paperback pages)
Luke Kincaid's life is exploding all around him. First his lover leaves him to marry a woman, then childhood nightmares return with a vengeance.
Luke’s friendship with Ben Skinner and relationship with Kyle Morgan helps him heal his broken heart, but the nightmares, which are actually repressed memories, threaten to destroy the peace he has found.
Soon, Luke’s investigation into his past puts his life—and the lives of the people he cares about—in danger. But he refuses to give up, not even when he finds out he is connected to a massive government cover-up...
...The memory dreams visited me again. The blue men stayed blurry, though they looked more and more like men. A few of them even seemed to be carrying guns.
I could see my bedroom—the one with the space theme walls. I remembered playing with my toys. The He-Man was my favorite. I took him everywhere I went. But it was always He-Man and his faithful friend—a green-and-orange striped tiger called Battle Cat.
I am a single father with a wonderful and aggravating teenage son. I also have two cats who think it’s their job to cover my house with their hair and a Pomeranian who thinks he’s a Pitbull.
I’ve always loved to write and one point thought journalism was my dream career. I eventually accepted that writing because I had to was nowhere near as much fun doing it because I want to.
Stories starring gay men have always been in my head but thought they would always be relegated to erotica websites. And then I discovered the wonderful world of M/M publishing.
Relationship info: Stay tuned…
Feel free to ask me any questions. Either here or through my email: firstname.lastname@example.org. If its a question I can’t or won’t answer I’ll let you know, but I’m not easily offended.
Thanks for being here and thanks for reading my stories.
Ethan Stone lives in Nevada. But not Reno or Las Vegas. There are other cities there, you know. Where he lives, gambling isn’t on every block, just every other block. He has been obsessed with two things in his life: books and all things gay. After spending years trying to ignore the voices in his head, he finally decided to sit down and listen to them. What he discovered was a perfect union of his two obsessions. Ethan has a day job that pays the bills. He wears a uniform to work and he looks damn sexy in it.