Friday, April 25, 2014

Freshman 7 Excerpt

Chapter One: Brandon

I had a feeling that everything would be coming to a head this week.

It was a week before Christmas break and everything in my life was chaotic. I had essays to write, final exams to study for, a boyfriend that I needed to talk to, and a roommate that I needed to stop having sex with.

Earlier, Summer had come by my dorm room, so we could both study for our Astronomy final. We were going over Kepler's laws of Planetary Motion, for about an hour, before it got too much for her and she wanted to stop.

"Okay," Summer said. "Enough of this shit. I need a break. Let's go to Cuicacalli and get something to eat."

I glanced at the alarm clock on my nightstand. It was a quarter past seven in the evening. Nick had gone to the ARC, which was the massive gym, located only a few blocks away from our dorm building. He had left over an hour and a half ago, and there was no telling when he was going to be back. For some reason, I felt awkward about leaving the room, not knowing when he would return.

Ever since that night, after I came back from my date with my R.A., Derek, and Nick and I had sex, things had changed between us, both in a good and awkward way. In some ways, we were closer, and in some ways, and maybe it was just my imagination, things seemed more awkward. Regardless, more than not, Nick spent less and less time in our room and more time at the gym, or somewhere else. Even Summer had mentioned that Nick had not been spending as much time with her, as he had before.

"Not really hungry right now," I answered. "I'll probably get something a little later tonight."

Summer looked at me for a few minutes, before closing her textbook and notebook. "So, you haven't been talkin' to me about the whole Chris situation. How's that going?"

I closed my textbook. There was really no point of me continuing to try to study, when I knew that I really couldn't concentrate. It was Sunday night, and the Astronomy test was on Tuesday morning. Of course, that same day, I had an English essay to turn in, as well as a Math exam later that afternoon. I felt fairly confident that I would do well on each of them, but my mind was too clogged with other bullshit, for me to care at the moment.

"Texted him a few times last week," I said. "He hasn't responded."

Summer arched one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows. "Hasn't responded? So are you guys just completely not talkin' to each other now?"

I sighed and pushed my book over on the other side of my bed and stretched my legs out. "To be honest, I don't know what the hell we're doing. Obviously, whatever we're doing, it's not working out for either one of us."

"You think he's with that dude that I saw him with, at that party?" Summer asked. "Tommy O'Brien, or some shit like that?"

As hyprocritical as it sounded, given that I had gone out on a date with Derek, and had sex with Nick...on more than one occasion, it sickened me to think of Chris being with another guy that wasn't me. But even though I didn't want to think about, didn't make it less of a reality.

"I wouldn't completely doubt it," I finally told Summer. "I'm not sure what Chris is doing. And I really dont know if I want to know either."

Summer hopped off my bed. She bunched her long, black hair together and pulled it into a ponytail, using a rubberband she grabbed from my desk. "If I were you, I'd just walk over to Chris' dorm, see if he's there, and just talk to him face-to-face. Stop all this phone bullshit, `cause clearly that tactic isn't working."

"I've tried that before," I replied. "Either his roommate, Jeff, tells me he's at football practice or he's at his 'friend's place'."

"And you think the 'friend' is Tommy?"

"Could be. Could be some other dude. Whoever it is, Chris seems to want to spend more time with him instead of me."

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Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Second Book Excerpt: Not Safe For Work

They both got out of the car. Eric thought he would have more difficulty getting out, but it was easier than he suspected. He took a few moments to survey Mathew’s neighborhood. He could not remember the last time he had been in this part of town before. For the most part, it was quiet, but some of the houses and apartment buildings adjacent to Mathew’s were somewhat rundown, and he did not see too many other cars parked on the street other than his.
“Is it safe for me to keep my car parked out here like this?” Eric asked. “You don’t have a driveway?”
“No, I don’t have a driveway and yeah, it’s safe.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want some thief or crack-head to come by and break my windows. And I don’t want a pigeon to shit on my car.”
Mathew chuckled. “There’s not that many crack-heads in this area. I promise. I also don’t think a pigeon is gonna shit on your car in the middle of the night.”
Eric followed Mathew inside of his apartment building, all the while thinking to himself: How the fuck did I end up here? He ended up answering his own question: Because you decided to be adventurous, go to a gay club, and end up partying with this boy…and fuck, why is his ass so perfect?
They climbed a steep flight of stairs, with Eric a few steps behind Mathew, holding up on to the rail along the wall for dear life, his eyes glued to Mathew’s bubble butt, transfixed by the way his cheeks shifted left and right as he walked up the stairs. Maybe it was the lack of inhibition that came from being drunk, but Eric, without even knowing it, reached up with one hand and squeezed Mathew’s ass, to see if it felt as good as it looked. It felt better than it looked. Mathew stopped mid-step and whirled around. There seemed to be a mixture of surprise and anger in his cocoa-colored eyes.
“Did you just grab my ass?” Mathew asked.
Eric felt a wave of embarrassment overcome, almost more powerful than the nausea rolling through his stomach. “Sorry, it was just…there.”
Mathew gave him a weird look, before flashing him a subtle smile and turning back to walk up the stairs. His apartment was the fourth door on the left, once they made it to the second landing. As Mathew reached into his pocket to get his keys, Eric took time to study Mathew’s body: the slender shoulders, the biceps and triceps that were noticeably toned without being too big, the way the white tank-top Mathew wore clung to his lean torso for dear-life, the way his waist was almost unrealistically slender, before curving into a juicy, round ass. Eric had gone to a gay club for the first time in his life, and in one night had found his physical ideal.
I wanna fuck him, Eric thought. As soon as the words entered his mind, his dick hardened, all thick eight inches of it, and he did not bother thinking about trees to make it go down.

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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Book Excerpt: Echo


Nathan took a twenty minute shower, which helped loosen the stress on his body.  Afterward, he dried himself off, wrapped his towel around his slim waist, and wiped away the thin layer of fog that had collected on the surface of the bathroom mirror.
His reflection was present in the mirror…but his face was missing. Nathan’s eyes, his nose, and his mouth were all vanished. When he saw himself in the reflective glass, Nathan only saw a blank canvas of smooth skin where his pertinent facial features should have been.
“What the fuck?” Nathan whispered. He touched his lips and ran his finger along the bridge of his nose to make sure they were indeed still there. They were there, but the mirror continued to say otherwise.
Nathan rushed out of the bathroom, his back hair still damp from the shower and threw open Blake’s bedroom door.
“Blake, something’s wrong…”
But Blake was not in his bedroom. Actually, there was nothing in Blake’s bedroom. Blake’s bed, his computer desk, and his small TV set, were all gone. Nathan entered Blake’s room and went to his closet to find that all of Blake’s clothes and shoes were gone.
“No,” was all Nathan could say.
This can’t be right.
It had not been a full half an hour between the times Nathan woke, went to Blake’s room to check on him, took a shower, and finally came back to Blake’s room. Blake had positively been there when Nathan first checked. All of his furniture was there before as well, including the bed he had been sleeping in. Now, Blake’s room was entirely empty, as if nobody had ever lived in it.
No, this can’t be right, Nathan repeated mentally.
Nathan closed Blake’s bedroom door and reopened it, hoping that his eyes were deceiving him, and that everything, including Blake would be there just like before, like the way a magician could make a person appear and disappear in a magic box. But the emptiness of Blake’s bedroom still remained even after Nathan opened it again.
“Blake!” Nathan screamed.
His voice echoed throughout the hallway, bouncing off the walls as if he was in some cave. Nathan waited desperately for a reply and was only greeted with violent silence.
Blake, Nathan projected with his thoughts. Answer me.
Again, Nathan heard only silence in his mind.
Nathan returned to his own bedroom, took off his towel, put on a fresh pair of underwear, a pair of jeans, and a long-sleeved shirt, and headed back out the door—
There was a man standing at the very opposite end of the hallway, right near the staircase, staring straight at Nathan.
The man was tall, several inches taller than Nathan’s five-eight stature, and he was impeccably dressed in a black suit.
Caleb.
Almost as if the man had read Nathan’s mind, he turned and descended down the staircase, disappearing from view.
Nathan’s heart thumped loud and hard in his chest. He gripped his doorknob tightly, afraid to let it go.

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Fourth book "Whisper" available 10/9/2012

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Book Excerpt: Anomaly








Book Two of the "Shadow" Series

Luke looked away Justin and toward the window. The light reflected on his smooth skin. “Not a lot of men intimidate me,” Luke said in a low voice. “But I can honestly say that particular man does.”
Justin had not known Luke long at all, but the concept of him being intimidated by anyone seemed almost entirely impossible. “I wanna know exactly what’s so intimidating about Caleb.”
“Are you intimidated by me?” Luke questioned. He drank from his glass, with his eyes piercing Justin’s.
“I…” Suddenly, Justin found himself lost for words, not knowing what to say. “No, I’m not.” He knew that came out forced and unconvincing, and he also knew Luke knew as well.
“Be honest,” Luke said.
Justin sucked in a deep breath and took another swig from his glass. His head and body began to relax with the alcohol’s effect…or maybe it was Luke’s effect. “I guess you do intimidate me a little.”
“Why?”
“What’s up with the interrogation?” Justin countered. “I’m the one that’s supposed to be asking the questions here.”
“Answer mine first.”
Justin rolled his eyes. “You have too much power and you can’t be trusted.”
For a moment, Luke looked offended by Justin’s statement. His expression softened a little as he spoke again. “Well, if that’s what you think about me, Caleb Grayson is five times more powerful…more than that probably. For his age, his psychic ability is very huge.”
“How can one person be that powerful?” Justin asked.
“Caleb Grayson is an Anomaly,” Luke stated. “There’s not many people like him in the world.”
“You said that like I know what ‘Anomaly’ means.”
Luke shuffled a little in his seat. “You have different types of people in the world: you have, what you would call ‘normal’ people, like your Produce boy, with little or no psychic awareness at all; then you got people like your friend, Blake, people with a heightened psychic awareness, but there’s a cap on how much psychic ability they’ll attain in their lifetimes.  Last, you got people like Caleb Grayson and your friend, Nate…people who have exceptional psychic awareness, and there’s no limit to the abilities they will obtain over their lifetimes. I call them Anomalies.”
Justin did not know what was more disturbing: that Caleb was exponentially strong because he was some freak of nature, or that Luke had included Nathan in that category as well.
“So Nate is an Anomaly, too?”
“They’re brothers,” Luke said simply.
“I just thought that he can read minds and see in to the future.”
“That’s what he wants you to think.”
The conversation had taken a twist that made Justin start to feel very uncomfortable. “Nate’s my friend. He’s done a lot for me since I’ve known him. I used to be a real hot mess before I met him.” Justin paused briefly. “Now I’m more of a warm mess...” The alcohol was almost kicking into full gear now. “Anyway, Nate isn’t some evil person.”
“’Evil’ is such a passé word and idea,” Luke answered. “There’s no such thing as someone being one hundred percent victim, or one hundred percent villain.”
“True,” Justin said, “but what are you trying to say?”
“I’m saying Caleb Grayson isn’t the only man you need to be worried about,” Luke answered. “Your friend, I wouldn’t trust him if I were you.”
Justin’s blood nearly went cold. That’s what he said in my dream…
Luke must have heard Justin’s thoughts. He raised his glass toward Justin, as in a salute, and then downed the rest of his drink until only the ice remained.


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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Book Excerpt: Shadow

     Justin considered turning off his phone. He would resolve this situation—if resolvable—some other time. All Justin wanted now was a nice long shower, a glass or two of Hennessey and Coke, and some alone time before Nathan and Blake returned home and filled the apartment with their pent up sexual tension.
     Having to explain his telekinetic ability to Ryan was the last thing on Justin’s agenda. However, Justin knew that Ryan would keep calling him, until Justin finally relented and talked to him. Reluctantly, Justin answered the call.
     “What’s up?” Justin asked unenthusiastically.
     “What you up to?” 
     “Just got in a few minutes ago…you?”
     Directly outside his bedroom door, Justin heard a noise.
     He took the phone away from his ear briefly to listen further. Maybe he had been wrong, maybe somebody was home. “Hey, Nate…you here?” he called.
     No reply.
     Justin stared out of the slender opening of the door into the hallway. He saw nothing but darkness.
     “Did you hear me?” Ryan asked.
     “Yeah,” Justin lied. With his free ear, he listened for any other sounds coming from outside, but he heard nothing.
     “So is it cool?” Ryan questioned.
     Justin rolled his eyes. “Is what cool?”
     “See, I knew you weren’t listening. I told you I just got off work. I wanted to see you.”
     Chills slid down Justin’s back. “I’m not really in a horny mood right now, if that’s what you wanted.”
     “I wanted to talk to you about today," Ryan countered. "Your roommates there?”
     “No.”
     “Good. Let me come over.”
     “Kinda wanna be by myself right now.”
     “Come on, J. Don’t act like that. I’m already like, five minutes away from your place anyway.”
     Justin sighed. “Don’t come over here expecting anything. And you probably can’t stay for too long. I don’t know when they’ll be back.”
     “That’s cool with me,” Ryan responded. “I’ll be there soon.”
     “Fine. Hurry up.”
     As soon as the call ended, Justin regretted inviting Ryan over. There would only be two things Ryan would want: an explanation and a blow job, two things Justin did not really want to give. He considered calling Ryan back and telling him to forget about coming by, but Ryan was already on his way. Even if Justin told him not to come, Ryan would probably find another way to finagle him.
     I can call and tell him that Blake and Nate just came back right now…
     Someone sprinted by Justin’s bedroom door.
     Justin had been partially facing away from the door, but he caught something moving from the corner of his eye. It had been so quick that it would have been easy to dismiss it as a trick of the light.
     Except Justin knew he had seen correctly.
     Someone just flashed by his room, silent and stealthy like a black cat in the night. Justin opened his mouth to call his roommates’ names, but he instinctively knew the figure he saw was not either of them.
     Oh, shit. Somebody broke in.
     With a quick mental push, Justin shut the door. Since he had no lock on the door, he had to maintain sharp focus to keep the intruder from getting inside. His pulse raced and his hands trembled.
     Don’t get scared yet, Justin instructed himself. Being scared won’t do you any good if something goes down.
     The front door had been locked when Justin returned home.  
     Yet now that he thought about it, he could not remember locking the back door. There had been times in the past when he had forgotten to do so.
    Who the hell would break in here? Justin thought.
     In the year since Justin moved in, there had not been any burglaries or vandalisms in their neighborhood.
     And now the one time I have the place to myself, someone breaks in, Justin lamented.
     With his mind still focused on keeping the door shut, Justin slowly moved closer, putting his ear against the door, and listening for any sounds from the other side.
     Nothing.

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Thursday, September 6, 2012

Book Excerpt: Boys of Summer


Jesse found himself laughing at Ray’s stupid joke, which was a clear indication to him that he was quickly on the way to becoming drunk. Both Gabe and Jesse got to their feet and followed Ray out of the room, back into the courtyard. It was about five o’ clock in the afternoon now. The sun was still out shining, but it had begun its initial descent behind the vast mountains in the distance. It was gorgeous: the sky, which was beginning to change from blue, into a rose-colored orange infusion, the graceful palm trees swaying in the gentle breeze, the thick heat touching his mostly bare body—the gorgeous man wading around in the swimming pool.
Initially, Jesse thought it was Eddie initially, from a distance, but on closer observation, Jesse noticed that the man in the pool, idly swimming alone, looked nothing like Eddie. It looked more like the man with the big dick and the great ass Jesse saw earlier on the television monitors.
It’s him, Jesse thought, as his heart skipped a beat. It’s Troy.
Mason confirmed it, as he said, “Troy! When did you get here?”
He’s not gonna remember me, Jesse mused. We fucked once, a year and a half ago. We were both hella drunk, and I’m probably just one in a thousand guys that he’s hooked up with…
“About fifteen minutes ago,” Troy said, in a thick Texas drawl. Jesse did not remember him having such a noticeable accent when they met before. “I was lookin’ for y’all, but couldn’t find you, so I just decided to hop in the pool.” He swam to the edge of the pool and hopped out, fully nude, with water dripping down his flawless, Greek god-like body.
Just like Gabe had enraptured everyone’s attention earlier, when he took off his shorts and jumped naked into the pool, everyone’s attention was Troy, and his grapefruit-sized biceps, ripped abs, ridiculously sculpted pecs, the beefy, muscular thighs, and his thick cock, which even in a non-erect state, must have been at least seven inches long and about three inches and circumference. For a few moments, the only hearable sound was the wind rustling through the palm trees.
“I’m Troy,” he said, giving a little wave and a smile to the group.
“We know,” Adam and Ray said simultaneously. They looked like they had just witnessed the most astounding miracle the world had ever seen—perhaps to them, they had.
Troy gave Mason a hug and a smack on the ass. He shook hands with Adam and Ray, who continued to swoon. Jesse’s heartbeat started to accelerate, once Troy’s eyes fixated on him and Gabe.
“Damn, you’re pretty sexy,” Troy said to Gabe. “Anyone ever tell you that you look like Superman?”
“I’ve heard it before,” Gabe told Troy with a smile. He wrapped one arm around Jesse’s waist and gently pulled him close to his side, while he extended his other hand out for Troy to shake. “I’m Gabe, and this is my boyfriend, Jesse.”
While shaking Gabe’s hand, Troy’s seductive brown eyes shifted over to Jesse. He stared at Jesse for a few moments, and although Jesse was not entirely sure, he got the impression that Troy did recognize him. That feeling amplified, when Troy released Gabe’s hand and shook Jesse’s. He gripped Jesse’s hand firmly and somehow there was something very sensuous about the way Troy held his hand. Perhaps it also had something to do with the way that Troy’s eyes scanned his entire body from head to foot. He smiled. “Very nice to meet you, Jesse.”


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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Complete List of My Works


"The Shadow Series"

"Shadow"







"Anomaly" (Book Two of the Shadow Series)






"Echo" (Book Three of the Shadow Series)





                                           "Freshman" Series


"Freshman" Book 1







"Freshman" Book 2





"Freshman" Book 3





"Freshman" Book 4



Daydreamer Series





"Daydreamer"





                         "Boys of Summer" (Daydreamer Series)





                             "Not Safe For Work" (NSFW Series)

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