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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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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Book Excerpt: Freshman 5


Nick laughed. “You know what I mean. I don’t think you’re mad at him for not always bein’ there when you want him to be. I think you’re mad `cause this whole college experience is not fittin’ into whatever dream you had in your head.”
“Not sure if I like you trying to psychoanalyze me, while I’m trying to get high.”
“You asked me for my opinion, B.”
“You’re right. I did. So tell me your suggestions on what you think I should do about this situation.”
Nick flared up and took a few hits. “I agree that you guys should take a break…a friendly break, though. Give it a few weeks. Maybe a month or two. See how you guys feel by winter vacation. Check out your options.”
“Options?” I asked, taking the pipe back from Nick.
“There’s over twenty thousand people that go to this school, man. I’m sure you can find some guys that might interest you.”
“Like who?”
“Like Derek,” Nick responded. “He’s into you, B. You’re into him.”
“How do you know that?”
“I can tell by the way he looks at you…and by the way you look at his ass.”
“Even, if Derek does like me...I’d feel bad trying to pursue something with him. Chris is still in the picture.”
“Thought the whole point of this conversation has been that Chris hasn’t been in the picture.”
“I mean, yeah, but…a part of me would still feel guilty. Like I was cheating on him or something.”
“You wouldn’t be if you both took a break. That way, you get to do your thing…Chris gets to do his thing…and then after some time passes, you guys can decide if you’re better bein’ in a relationship, or just better off as friends.”
Maybe it was because I was high, but a lot of what Nick said made sense.
“Speakin’ of which,” Nick said. “Did you tell Chris what happened Saturday night?”
“You’re talking about the club?”
Nick looked over at me. Even in the dark, I could see his sexy eyes clearly. “Yeah, when we kissed.”
My stomach fluttered. Of the two of us, I’d never expected Nick to bring it up. I was okay about keeping the issue silent between us, but at the same time, I thought it was something that we both needed to clear the air about. “No,” I told him. “I didn’t say anything to him about it. The only person who knows about it, is Summer.”
Nick groaned. “Fuck…you told Summer?”
“You know her. She kinda yanked it out of me.”
“She probably thinks I’m gay now.”
“No, I don’t think so. I told her you were just drunk and feeling the environment. It wasn’t a big deal.”
Nick was silent for a little while. “As long as she doesn’t tell anyone, then I’m cool.”
“She won’t. Summer can be loud and really talkative at times, but she’s not mean.”
Once again, we both settled into a comfortable silence for a few minutes.
“Gotta admit though,” Nick said. “You are a good kisser, B.”
I wasn’t sure if I heard him correctly. “Really?”

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"Freshman 5" will be available September 3, 2012.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Book Excerpt: "Not Safe For Work"

Below is a brief excerpt from my upcoming book "Not Safe For Work" available August 15, 2012.

...“This might be a stupid question, since I basically already know the answer,” Kimberly said, “but have you met anyone yet?”
“I meet people every day.”
“You know what I mean, Eric.”
“I’m not dating anyone…if that’s what you’re asking.”
“You always find a way to answer a question that I didn’t ask and avoid the question I did ask.”
“You asked if I’m dating someone.”
Kimberly shook her head. “I asked if you’ve met someone.”
She was a smart girl. “I haven’t met anyone that I want to date yet,” Eric said.
That was the truth. Although Eric met Mathew the night before, he was not the kind of person Eric wanted to date.
He’s the kinda person that I want to fuck, Eric thought.
Kimberly had gone on to say that she went out on a couple of dates with a few men, but none of them held her interest. “Think maybe it’s just too soon,” she confessed. “I’m still adjusting to being single."
“Yeah, I’m still trying to adjust, too,” Eric replied.
For some reason, Kimberly thought that was funny.
“Why are you laughing?”
Kimberly shook her head again. “Nothing.”
Even now, as Eric lay stretched out on his couch, feeling lazy and tired, he still wondered what she was laughing about. He got the impression that Kimberly believed he was lying, when he said that he was still coping with being single. But he was. It was a double-edged sword. Eric enjoyed the freedom that came with being single, yet after a while, it was easy for that freedom to devolve into loneliness. He could not imagine being single for six months, a year, or anything beyond that. Since the age of fifteen, Eric always had a girlfriend. Three months was the longest he had ever gone without being with someone.
Eric thought about Mathew and again wondered what he was doing. Was he at home, drinking a cocktail, planning his evening? Or maybe he had invited someone to his apartment...one of his lovers...and he was getting fucked senseless.
Or he might be waiting for you to call him, Eric said to himself.
No, Mathew did not seem like the kind of man that sat around and waited for someone to call him.
Eric dug his cell phone out of his pocket and searched for Mathew’s name in his list of contacts. After he found it, Eric debated whether he should call him or not.
What the hell would I even say to him?
He could ask Mathew out to dinner or a movie, and then Eric would be able to see if his attraction was based on genuine standards and not coerced by alcohol, and not the sight of his Mathew’s amazing ass. Yet every time Eric was about to hit the ‘talk’ button to dial Mathew’s number, he stopped himself.
I’m not ready for this...

Friday, July 20, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday: Jonny

Continuation from last week's Flash Fiction: Room 6

I stepped inside the room and I was immediately struck by how cold it was. It had to be several degrees cooler than the hallway. My nipples were already starting to harden and my balls tingled in my briefs. I gently closed the door behind me and looked around, while still trying to adjust to the cool air on my mostly bare body.
“First time here?” a masculine voice from behind me asked.
I turned around. For some reason I’d thought that the room was empty, but clearly it wasn’t. There was one of the most beautiful-looking men I’d seen in my entire life standing a few feet away from me. He was a few inches taller than me, maybe six-foot-one or so. His skin was a gorgeous, golden-brown hue, as if he spent most of his time bathing in the sun. He was only wearing a pair of dark blue jeans that clung to him so tightly that I was surprised he was able to move around or even breathe. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his perfectly chiseled pecs or the perfect ridges of his abs.
“You gonna answer my question or are you just gonna spend these two hours staring at my stomach all day?” He asked. There was a bit of sharpness to his tone, but it was counteracted by the disarming smile that came after.
“Yes…my first time here,” I said, once I remembered how to speak.
The beautiful man took a few minutes to look over my mostly naked body. Finally, he looked directly into my eyes, with that smirk still stuck on his full, crimson lips. “You’re in better shape than most of the men that come here.”
He turned and walked away, toward a large white bed at the very opposite side of the room. I was hypnotized by the exquisite symmetry of his body, the way his back muscles moved as he walked, the way his flawless round ass shifted in his jeans. He turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, with his long legs stretched out, and his arms stretched out behind him on the bed. He just stared at me. I didn’t know if he was waiting for me to make a move or if he was calculating what his next move would be. Maybe he was doing both at the same time.
“You’re very quiet,” he said.
“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say.”
“Say anything you want. That’s why you’re here. You’ve got complete freedom of this situation.”
As empowering as that statement sounded, it also made me feel quite uneasy at the same time.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
For a moment, he seemed surprised, as if of all questions, he didn’t expect me to ask that one first. I wondered what the other men usually asked him—or if they even asked him anything at all.
“Jonny,” he eventually replied.
My heart skipped. “That was the name of my first boyfriend…back when I was a freshman in high school.”
Jonny didn’t say anything, he just looked at me. Even from across the room, the power of his stare was both enchanting and intimidating. “I know,” he said.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Book Review: "Collision Course" K.A. Mitchell


“Collision Course” by K.A. Mitchell
K.A. Mitchell’s “Collision Course” is a love story between Aaron Chase, a cynical, usually disgruntled paramedic and Joey Miller, an overly optimistic, free-spirited social worker. The story starts off with a bang—literally, as Joey is on a highway, driving toward Florida and witnesses a horrific, highway car crash. Being the “Do-gooder” that he is, he gets out of his car to help the situation, particularly aiding a young boy whose mother was severely injured in the accident. When the paramedics show up, the first things Aaron Chase sees is the carnage of the crash, and Joey’s incredible butt. Aaron has an immediate and very strong physical attraction toward Joey and clearly the attraction is mutual, because it isn’t too long before the two men are in the back of Aaron’s ambulance truck, going at it like crazy. They continue to have (a lot of) hot sex throughout the course of the novel and Aaron struggles with his ambivalent feelings toward Joey (the sex is great, but he doesn’t want to be attached and yet at the same time there is something about Joey, beyond the sex that compels Aaron to him), while Joey earnestly hopes that Aaron will be the last boyfriend he will have (he’s had over a dozen in the course of a few years).
This is the first novel that I have read by Mitchell. I’m not sure why, because her writing style, her eye for description and character depiction is excellent. The writing is crisp and clear and there is definitely a page-turning quality to the book. I did however, have a problem with the narrative, mainly the over abundance of sex scenes in the book. Not too soon after meeting, Aaron and Joey have a fiery sex session in the back of Aaron’s ambulance truck. It was one of the hottest, erotic scenes that I’d read in a while. The problem was that shortly after that scene, came another sex scene, and another, and another…in total there had to be well over a dozen sex scenes, all of them being over six pages long at least. Now, while the sexual interactions between Aaron and Joey do contribute to the overall progression of the story, I believe that the author could have alluded to some of the sex scenes, instead of describing every single one of them in full detail (although they are all really well-written). The book could have done more with focusing on the emotional aspects of Aaron and Joey’s relationship and how it develops. We do learn a lot about Aaron’s troubled upbringing in the foster care systems and how it affects his relationship with Joey (since Aaron does not trust people and Joey is a part of the social worker system that failed him and his family). Yet, we do not learn that much about Joey, other than he has a lot of ex’s, loves sex, and is a perpetual optimistic. I felt like there could have been more situations beyond the sex to focus on in their connection.
Overall, I do think this is a good book. There are some great snarky exchanges between Aaron and Joey. I really liked that Aaron was not the typical “perfect” hero of the story. He’s flawed and does not apologize for it. Joey is a great person, but has his own faults as well. Though this is traditional m/m romance, there is certain “realness” to the characters, their situations, and the way that they deal with those situations, which I found pleasing. My only real criticism is that some of the sex scenes be shortened/implied, so that readers could focus more on the characters and the plot. I would definitely be interested in reading another book about Aaron and Joey and I am also interested in reading Mitchell’s other works, because I think she is a really good author.
Michael S. Booker
Author of “Boys of Summer”



Friday, July 13, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday: Room 6

I had never been in this situation before, so I didn’t know what to expect.  The man, dressed all in white: a tight-fitting white turtleneck, snow-colored slacks that fit tightly around his hips and firm ass, led the way up the long staircase, toward the master bedroom. My heart beat steadily climbed as we climbed the staircase and I felt a bead of sweat slide down my forehead. The building was hot—evidently they didn’t believe in the merits of air conditioning in this place. Me and the Man in White must’ve walked up six flights of stairs before we reached the top floor of the Complex. I’d asked him why we couldn’t just take the elevator. He just stared at me with cold eyes, dark and mysterious as midnight. He didn’t answer my question with words, but his eyes told me to “Shut the fuck up and do what you’re told”.
The top floor was a long white hallway, with six doors on each side. Each door was painted a vibrant color, with a large number written in the center of the door, with black paint.
“You’ve been assigned to Room 6,” the handsome man in white told me. “And you have two hours.”
I was sure two hours would be enough, but the way the man in white made it sound, I may’ve needed more.
We stepped in front of Room 6, which was painted a vibrant sky blue, with a large “6” I the middle.
“Are you wearing underwear?” the Man in White asked me.
For me that was a silly question, since I always wore underwear. I’d never leave my home without them. But apparently, there must’ve been a lot of men out that came to this place, who didn’t wear underwear. Otherwise, I don’t think he would’ve asked.
“Yeah, I am,” I told him.
He nodded. “Please take off your clothes and give them to me. You can keep your underwear and your shoes on, if you like. But I need your shirt and your pants.”
I knew coming into this place that I would have to get to naked. That was one of the main points of me being here. Still, that didn’t make me feel comfortable with being unclothed in front of someone I didn’t know. My body was in excellent condition, from all my gym workouts, and I’m sure that the Man in White had seen naked men all the time, and should’ve been used to it. For some reason though, I felt intimidated about getting naked in front of him. I had a feeling that he was secretly judging me with those midnight-colored eyes. I did as he requested, pulling off my shirt and jeans. I decided to keep my underwear and socks on. My dick was more than half-hard in my briefs. I couldn’t make it go down. I handed my clothes over to the Man in White and I saw him take a quick glance at the tent in my underwear. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long, silver key.
“This is yours,” he said, handing me the key. “Don’t lose it.” He took my shirt and jeans and draped them over his muscular arm. “Your two hours begins now, Mr. Richards. I hope you enjoy yourself.”
The Man in White turned and walked toward the end of the hallway. I waited until he was completely out of view, before I turned to the door. My heart was still racing, my palms were sweating, and my dick throbbed wildly in my briefs. I gave it a few squeezes.
This is it, I told myself.
I didn’t know what to expect when I opened that door, but I was about to find out soon. Carefully, I inserted the key into the lock and twisted it. The door swung open slowly and I stepped inside, ready for this adventure to begin…

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Friday, June 22, 2012

6/22/12

What’s been going on with me lately, you might ask? I’m sure many of you don’t care all too much, but I’m going to give you a little bit of insight into Booker’s world anyhow. Trying to survive and writing. I’m in the process of finishing up the fourth installment of “Freshman”, which will be available July 2, 2012. In addition, I’m also working on the spin-off to my “Shadow” series, about a coven of four witches who suddenly come into their powers and have to defeat some primeval evil/mysterious being kinda thing. No, it’s not the most original storyline in the world, but I like it, and I’m attempting to bring something unique to the storyline. My working title for it is called “Underneath”, and if all things go right, it should be available in December 2012/January 2013 (You know, If the world doesn’t end and all). So far, I’m planning the “Underneath” series to be six volumes—maybe more, depending on the reception I get from readers. I have a feeling that it will be far more successful/popular than my “Shadow” series, since it will be more mainstream. When I mean “mainstream” I mean this new story will include straight women, doing ‘straight’ things, who happen to have magical powers, as opposed to the “Shadow” series, which involves a group of gay guys, doing ‘gay’ things, who happen to have psychic powers.
Speaking of which, the fourth volume of the “Shadow” series, entitled “Whisper”, will be available in October 2012, just in time for my birthday/Halloween. If any of you are fans of the series, you will figure out what happened to Justin and Nathan’s older brother, Caleb, after the ending of the second volume: “Anomaly”. For those of you who have not read the series at all, go ahead and read them! The first three volumes are “Shadow”, “Anomaly”, and “Echo”. They’re interesting books; I swear (not just saying that `cause I wrote them…okay, actually I am).
Anyway…since this post is revolving mostly around my writing, I want people to check out my latest release, “Boys of Summer”, which is a follow-up to my story “Daydreamer (which to date, has been my most successful release to date). It takes place six months after “Daydreamer” and continues to follow Jesse and Gabe’s relationship. I think a lot of people liked “Daydreamer”, but some of the comments I got from readers, were that the story was too short and did not have any sex scenes (actually, the story did have somewhat of a sex scene, but not too graphic). Well, in “Summer”, if you’re a fan of butt-fuckery and cock-suckery, there’s plenty of that in this story, but at the same time it’s still about the characters’ relationship. The story was actually inspired by a recent trip that I took to Palm Springs, earlier this year in May. So if you haven’t checked it out, go ahead and do so.
Here’s a link: http://www.amazon.com/Boys-of-Summer-Daydreamer-ebook/dp/B00883BPZU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1339796544&sr=8-1&keywords=michael+booker+boys+of+summer

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Book Review: Roadside Assistance

“Roadside ASSistance” by Evan J. Xavier
This is a short, erotic story with a simple premise: Chris Saturday is driving home from a bar, along a rural Alabama road at night, during a rainstorm, when one of the tires in his car blows out. He calls for roadside assistance, and along comes hunky handyman, Anthony to the rescue. Anthony fixes Chris’ tire, ambiguous flirting ensues briefly, before finally, full-on sex occurs.
The story includes only one real sex scene takes place on the side of a road, in a field, during the pouring rain. The scenario is hot, and the author throws in some good descriptions, but I feel like more could have been described. It would have been better if there had been more build-up leading to the climax, or if the sex scene itself had been a little longer. The story ends abruptly, just as another sex scene is about to begin. I wish the author would have continued with that scene, or fleshed the characters out a little more, because I was actually interested in reading more about them. Hopefully, the author will revisit these characters later on in an additional story/novella/book. Nevertheless, this was still a fun, short read.
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Michael S. Booker
Author of “Boys of Summer”