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July 24, 2016
Pussycat, Pussycat I Love You! - an excerpt from INITIATION
"Love knoweth no laws."
JOHN LYLY
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Excerpt:
I ran downstairs and out into the inner garden. I did not see Husni anywhere. I started calling the Persian���s name softly, so I wouldn���t wake the entire Household. I looked everywhere for him but he was nowhere to be found. I checked the shrubberies and behind the mansion walls, but no cat. As I neared the gazebo I saw a flicker of light. Thinking Husni might have gone inside the pavilion, I looked through one of the windows.
In the dim candlelit interior, I saw a sea of moving black fabric. As I stood watching, my eyes became adjusted to the semi darkness. To my surprise I saw two women in black burkas intertwined in a passionate embrace. Although their upper bodies were fully covered in black exposing only their faces, I could see flashes of soft brown skin where the burkas had been lifted above their naked thighs. The couple was making soft moaning noises. Their passionate noises told me a love story was currently unfolding in the heat of the Arabian night.
I was mesmerized by the sexuality before me, when suddenly I heard rustling footsteps approaching my way. I turned round and saw my Valet walking in my direction, looking for me. I quickly put a finger to my lips, gesturing to him to be quiet, and not make a sound. Seeing my signal of silence, he discarded his baghas (Persian slippers) and walked barefoot to my side. I pointed in the direction of the window, so he could observe the happening within the gazebo.
At first, he could not see what was unfolding, but as his eyes became adjusted to the dim light he also witnessed the women making love. We both looked at each other in amazement but kept completely quiet, not wanting to create any commotion and disrupt the passion.
The lovers lay on a comfortable sofa; one woman lifted the other's burka over her head. They wore nothing beneath their dark robes. I immediately recognized the naked lady as Khawlah, the Hadrah���s third wife, but I could not decipher who the other woman was, since she was still wearing her burka.
Khawlah parted the legs of the robed woman. She gently stimulated her with teasing fingers, before lowering her lips over her lover���s vulva, sucking and licking her. I had never seen two women making love before. I was in awe, and so was Andy.
Occasionally, we would turn to look at each other for a response. We were too stunned by the scenario to consider moving away.
Before long, Khawlah lifted the black robe from her lover. I could see clearly the face of the other woman, who was the beautiful Gharam; she was a cousin of Nasreen and Khawlah's lady-in-waiting. I had assisted each of them in the fashion makeover.
They were often spotted in each other���s company, although on the surface they seemed more like friends than lovers. I suppose they were much like Andy and me, portraying a picture perfect male friendship, yet we were lovers in private. In both cases, intimate companions and lovers were all rolled into one.
My Valet and I continued our voyeuristic endeavor. We were Peeping Toms. Both women were in their prime and their shapely naked bodies were delightful to behold. My lover and I wanted to see what lesbian sex was about, so we continued watching the two passionate women. For two gay boys, watching women making out was quite an educational experience. Before tonight, I had no idea what lesbians did when they performed the sex act. I did know that women could achieve multiple orgasms within short intervals. Our professors had taught us that in sex education classes. But I had never, in reality, witnessed women making love, until now.
To me, this looked like a very beautiful experience. Khawlah and Gharam reminded me of butterflies fluttering in and out of each other. With their dark cloaks intertwined around their smooth skin, they very much resembled a couple of monarch butterflies, fluttering in flights of fantasy. Andy and I were definitely enthralled watching the dancing lovers��� feminine responses. They were twirling and twisting to and fro from oral ecstasies which both performed enthusiastically.
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From the back cover:
This provocative story is about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.
It is also a love story between the young man and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperone and mentor during the boy���s Harem service.
Author���s note:
I had a privileged and unique upbringing in Malaysia, where I was known as a "sissy boy." Following in my brothers' footsteps, I was sent to an exclusive boarding school in England. It is there that I was inducted into a clandestine organization, E.R.O.S. The Enlightened Royal Oracle Society. For four years, unbeknownst to my family, I was willingly and happily part of a Harem.
My story has been kept under wraps for close to 45 years. The correct moment has arrived for me to make known my unique education.
INITIATION video trailer: http://bit.ly/1DOMft1
There are 5 - 7 volumes in A Harem Boy���s Saga series.
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book I - INITIATION; a memoir by Young
Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 17 months running.
Coming soon in September 2016:
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book IV - TURPITUDE; a memoir by Young
Email: young@aharemboysaga.com
Website: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/
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Author���s Bio
Young alias Bernard Foong is, first and foremost, a sensitivist. He finds nuance in everything. To experience the world he inhabits is an adventure which is mystical, childlike and refreshing. He has a rare ability to create beauty in a unique fashion. His palettes have been material, paint, words and human experiences.
By Christine Maynard (screenwriter and novelist).
Bernard Foong (designer) ��� A brief history:
Born in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. At the age of 8, he was assisting his aunt and cousin, learning the art of sewing and fabrics/colors matching. He attended an exclusive private boarding school in the United Kingdom before obtaining his Diploma in Fashion Design at the Harrow College of Art & Technology in London, England. He went on to complete his Master of Design at the Royal College of Art & Design, London, England. During his college years he won several international fashion awards and was already retailing bridal and evening dresses to several well-known department stores in England. Liberty of London, Selfridges, Harrods and Harvey Nichols to name a few that carried his designs. His Royal College of Art graduation wedding/evening wear collection was sold to Liberty of London and displayed in their store windows for the entire month of June that year.
For four years, he worked for Liberty���s bridal department as their in-house designer until a trip to Hong Kong, while working on a freelance project for ���Bird���s���(casual wear) company, he was recruited by the Hong Kong Polytechnic University as their Fashion professor for the next 6 years. During his stay in Hong Kong, he freelanced for numerous fashion companies. From designing casual wear, swimwear, lingerie, and fur garments, men���s wear, bridal and evening fashions to accessories (bags, shoes, and head-wear). He also participated and organized numerous fashion shows, events, functions, and presentations in the Asia Pacific region.
Working for Keys Far East Hong Kong as chief lingerie designer - travelling extensively to the United States, he was soon recruited as an Associate Fashion Design/Illustration Professor to the University of Wisconsin, Madison and also lectured at the Minneapolis College of Art & Design for a couple of years.
Foong was then appointed as the Fashion Development Manager by an established department store ��� Parkson Grand (22 stores in Malaysia and one in Shanghai, China). Producing under the label, Natural Life by Bernard Foong, he designed casual-wear collections for the Parkson Grand���s flagship store in Kuala Lumpur. After a couple of years later, he was invited by the Temasek Polytechnic, Singapore to join their design school to establish a Fashion Design department. For two years, he assisted several founding members of the design school - working on the fashion department���s teaching curriculum.
The Fitzgerald Theatre Department, University of Hawaii, Manoa, Oahu, Hawaii awarded a full scholarship for Foong to complete his second Master of Art in Theatre Costuming. Now a resident on the Island of Maui, he has assisted many charity organizations in their fund raising events with his extravagant fashion and performance shows/presentations. In 2005, he and his partner, Mr. Walter Jay Bissett opened Fire Dragon Bistro Orient & Design Shop. He also designs costumes/fashions for numerous theatrical productions in Hawaii and abroad.
Appointed as chief lingerie designer for Cerie International Limited ��� Hong Kong, his lingerie designs can be found in major department stores in Canada and the United Kingdom.
He showcased the BERNARD FOONG R-T-W collections and BERNARD FOONG @ Modern Classic Ltd. (an established ��� Hong Kong bridal & evening wear company) collections in Hong Kong. His 2008 & 2009 bridal/evening/bridal lingerie fashion show, ���Grace��� & ���Coming Up Roses��� were premiered at Hong Kong Fashion Week in July 2007 and January 2008 respectively at the Hong Kong Convention & Exhibition Center, garnering positive interest in many Asian press reviews, including a China nationwide television broadcast of his latest collection. Aika (International Opera Singer) wore several Bernard Foong special occasion dresses at her Japan & European tour in September & October 2009.
Foong was the chief Creative Director for Official (Special Occasion fashion manufacturing company) Guangzhou, China producing ��� BERNARD FOONG Couture (specialty one-of-a-kind creations), White (RTW - Wedding/Special Occasion wear), Foxy Cute (Smart Casual/Cocktail wear), SexZ (decorative bustier) & Diva Bitch (sexual lingerie inner/outer-wear) collections.
Besides working on his regular haute couture, R-T-W and lingerie collections he is a visiting consultant/advisor for:
Pivot Point fashion college, Chengdu, China.
Hong Kong Design Institute (fashion department), Hong Kong, SAR.
Hong Kong Poly/U, Hong Kong (School of Apparel Design & Merchandising), SAR.
Hong Kong Fashion Designers Association, Hong Kong.
Singapore Temasek Polytechnic ��� School of Apparel Design & Merchandising (ADM), Singapore.
Bernard is writing his autobiographical (full-time) book series of Mr. Foong���s young life:
A Harem Boy���s Saga: A Memoir by Young.
A Harem Boy���s Saga series is published by Solstice Publishing and is available in print, audio and E-books internationally.
A Harem Boy���s Saga series Film Contract has been secured with an independent UK Producer, operating in Hollywood.
INITIATION
Book Awards:
2015 Readers' Favorite Award finalist and Readers' Favorite 5 Stars Award prizes in the Non-Fiction Autobiography category.
2015 Author Award and 5 Stars Award from Author Street Team.
2013 Pinnacle Book Achievement Award in the Autobiography category.
INITIATION is within the United States, United Kingdom & Australia amazon top #100 bestseller ranking in the GLBT memoir/autobiography category since publication - 15 months running and still going strong.
A Film Contract has been secured with an independent UK Producer, operating in Hollywood.
What a reviewer said...
5 stars: I love a true story
By Kindle Customer "Ringmaster"
I love a true story, particularly when the author is articulate and conveys meaning and emotion clearly. This tale involves the author's upbringing in a secret sexual society in which he dwelled as a member of a male harem. Though some may be shocked by the explicit sexual details, I felt that the author did a nice job of counterbalancing these moments with other, less shocking bits of his story. In particular, I enjoyed his educational experiences in fashion and of becoming a young man in a land far from his home, as well as his travels abroad in surely what, to some, might have been very unfortunate circumstances but the author makes it clear that he was not forced and chose to live this extraordinary life. It is difficult for some to grasp how this tale of servitude could be a love story, and yet it is. I don't want to give too much away! But, it's lovely to see that people can overcome things that happen to them and embrace themselves fully for who and what they are. If only everyone was as buoyant and resilient as this author, whose second through seventh book in the series will surely be on my "to read" shelf.
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July 17, 2016
Sexual Dance - an excerpt from UNBRIDLED
"It doesn't matter which god you believe in
Sex is definitely a major part in the divine creation ."
Bernard Tristan Foong
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Excerpt:
"Now, I have a personal favor to ask of you. You two love birds, perform your sexual dance! The Prince mentioned that you're a great couple to watch. Perform!" Our host commanded.
I looked at Andy for a response. Without uttering a word, my guardian leaned across me and slid his tongue into my mouth for a lingering French kiss. My lover's alpha masculinity never failed to titillate my libido. My penis stirred as his hands began unbuttoning my djellaba before reaching in to play with my sensitive nipples, arousing them to erection.
In the heat of our passionate sensuality, my thobe was lifted above my thighs. With a single yank, my briefs slid off my hips, exposing my throbbing erection. A stimulating mouth engulfed its pulsating length, while Andy's tongue continued to explore every crevice of my yearning mouth. Chilling thrills rushed over my skin as a pair of mature hands caressed my indulgent body. The probing hands cupped my buttocks, lifting my groin towards the warmth of a yearning mouth. Enjoying the sweet sensations traversing my being, I closed my eyes, savoring every moment of this loving sexuality. I tilted my pelvis, granting my Master oral access to my throbbing hardness. His pulsating organ ground against my inner thighs, sending shivers of electric currents through my spine. Kneeling between my legs, the Arab savored every inch of my perkiness as I wiggled my toes, involuntarily on his dangling scrotum, in reciprocation.
The scent of Musk permeated my nostrils as I glanced down at my handsome host, whose face was bobbing up and down in my crotch. I continued kissing my saucy Valet, gripping his manly nipples as I invited his curling tongue to delve deeper into my longing mouth.
My guardian pushed me onto the bed, lifted my legs into the air, and burrowed his tongue into my tunnel. His aggressiveness as he jabbed and licked my orifice, sent shudders through my spine. Surrendering willingly and openly to his oral incursion, I moaned, "Don't stop!" Thabit watched, mesmerized, stroking his stiffness, readying himself for the right moment.
In a single stroke my lover entered my core; his fortitude triggered fluttering convulsions. Andy���s unwavering velocity, pushing all of himself inside my spasming slit, consumed me. My Master's length thrust into the back of my throat. I inhaled his masculine muskiness with delectation. Both men took turns pleasuring me, as I pleasured them. I did not want this passionate evening to end.
We did not leave Thabit's chambers until the morning sun peeped through the gauzy veils of the lacey damask curtains. Cuddled between the Wazir's hairy chest, and my protector's musculature, a peaceful contentment befell me. Closing my sleepy eyes, I inhaled my Master���s scent while savoring my lover's length, still buried in my being after a delirious night of wanton indulgence. I did not desire this gratifying synesthesia to end. Andy turned me towards him and planted a delectable kiss in my mouth. Without stirring to wake our host, we quietly crept out of his chambers and back to the Maktub from whence we came.
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From the back cover:
Unbridled is the sequel to Initiation - A provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.
It is also a love story between the young man, his ���Big Brother��� and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperones and mentors during the boy���s Harem services.
This book follows the teenagers��� erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their 2nd Arab Household Harem, the Sekham. They were apprentices and models, for the household patriarch���s controversial photography project, ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places���.
The author's experiences present facts that are truthful. Through these truths, which are often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnations and negativity which relate to his experiences.
There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy���s Saga series.
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young
Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 15 months running.
A Film Contract has been secured with an independent UK Producer, operating in Hollywood.
Email: young@aharemboysaga.com
Website: www.aharemboysaga.com
International book purchase: myBook.to/UNBRIDLED
UNBRIDLED video trailer: http://bit.ly/1CqXmCP
What a reviewer said...
5.0 out of 5 stars
An Arabian Nights for the 21st Century
By Convoke on February 19, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition
A friend loaned me the paperback of this second in the seven book Harem Boy series. I had earlier read some of the others, so I knew what to expect. And I was swept up in a sexy fantasy that feels so real you can nearly touch it.
Now, be warned, this is a book that includes sensuality, LGBT, and a spiritual perceptions about sex. This book is not for those children, yet it is a sexual coming of age series. Unbridled is also the sequel to Initiation.
With those caveats above, read this provocative story about a privileged boy initiated into clandestine sexual society in the Middle East. An Arabian Nights for the 21st century...
It is also a love story between the young man, his ���Big Brother��� and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperones and mentors during the boy���s Harem services.
This book follows the boy���s erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at his 2nd Arab Household Harem, the Sekham. He was an apprentice and model, for the household patriarch���s controversial photography project, ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places���.
The author's experiences present facts that are truthful. Through these truths, which are often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnations and negativity which relate to his experiences.
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July 15, 2016
A WICKED HALLOWEEN by Erzabet Bishop
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Stories by: Gwen Knight, Debbie Herbert, Erzabet Bishop, C.E. Black, Angelica Dawson, Charlie Daye, Kiki Howell and Gina Kincade, Phoenix Johnson, Sherrie Lea Morgan, Elizabeth A. Reeves, Linda Thomas Sundstrom and Hope Welsh.
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Excerpt from Malediction by Erzabet Bishop
Alistair spotted the gorgeous brunette across the room and, when she approached the refreshment table, he followed. For a millisecond he���d taken her for the scrawny woman in the red dress, but on closer inspection he was pleased to note the differences. Same dress, but the way this woman wore it, he was tempted to peel it from her, inch by scrumptious inch.
His pack mate had poured a few bottles of something into the punch and, while it was entertaining to watch some of the guests succumb to the antics of the season, he didn���t quite feel the same about the sexy female in front of him. This woman would be far more interesting sober, he had a hunch and his predictions usually turned out to be spot on. The markings on her arms intrigued him and he wondered if they covered more of her body. Like tendrils of smoke curling around her flesh, they spiraled around her skin in an unending pattern, giving him the urge to trace every single one and see where it led.
He should be home at Briarwood, but his duties as Beta brought him here to make sure Jessup didn���t get too out of hand. So far the pup had been a bit mischievous, but nothing that would make him worry. Whatever concerns he had melted when he gazed at the beauty in front of him, his animal taking control.
Serious gray eyes winked at him from behind an elegant lacy black mask and he had the urge to peek beneath it to see what she was hiding. Full lips bowed below the mask, and her mass of dark hair was wound into an up-do that he longed to plunge his fingers into while he explored her mouth with his.
Jesus, Alastair. Get a grip.
His wolf perked up when she���d come into view and his instinct to bed her followed in quick succession. He shook it off with a frown. One night stands were not his style, especially with women he didn���t know. He had other concerns and, as soon as he made sure Jessup wasn���t going to fuck up and intoxicate half of the wealthier citizens of Salem, he was out of here. Duncan was still missing and he���d left Laurel in charge in his stead.
But, her eyes. Fuck. They fairly glowed with a power that socked him in the gut as they watched him from behind the mask. When she wet her lips and took her bottom lip between her teeth, he almost lost the battle with himself not to let his beast take over and drag her into the nearest coat closet.
���Are you here with someone?��� He cleared his throat, aware of the growl threading through his voice.
���No. Are you?���
���Just a couple of friends. What do you think? Want to end up in a compromising situation with a stranger?��� He grinned and, seeing Jessup approach, steered her away from the refreshment table. Alistair wanted her to himself, at least for a little while.
���Seven deadly sins? How about a dance? With my footwork, that could lead towards all kinds of infractions.���
���Hmm.��� He swung her into his arms and into the crowd, relishing the sensation of his hand on her lower back. The plunging view offered by her bodice made his body stand at attention and the wolf beneath his skin whined with want. ���So, which deadly sin could you possibly have that would sink a guy faster than lust? That dress������
���These shoes.���
���Oh, but those��� those are not a sin. Not at all. In fact, I could look at them all night long.���
���You could, could you?��� The woman laughed, deep and sensual. Her eyes snapped with amusement. ���Then you try wearing them.���
���Maybe I will.��� He wanted her, and the closer they got, the more obvious it was going to become. He weaved her around the dance floor, her movements matching his. Her perfume and the spicy scent of her hair were making it hard to concentrate. At the look in her eyes, he dragged her back hard against him, his animal wild in his blood.
���Do you want to get out of here?���
���Please.���
���Let���s get some air.��� Alistair led her out onto the balcony, the twinkle lights flickered making the grounds outside the hotel look enchanted. He had to clear his head.
���Who are you?��� Alistair brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
���I���m just a girl who needs an escape from reality. How about you?���
���Same here.���
���Just a girl, huh?��� The mystery woman smiled.
He gathered her into his arms, letting her feel the full force of his arousal. ���I don���t know. I���m not feeling much like a girl right now.���
���No. I didn���t think you were.��� She leaned into his embrace, her lips curving up in an inviting smile.
���What���s your name?���
���Bridget. Yours?���
���Alistair.���
���Well, Alistair. It���s nice to meet you. I have one question.���
���What���s that?���
���How long is it going to take for you to kiss me?���
���Time me.��� Alistair���s mouth covered hers hungrily and he forced her mouth open with his thrusting tongue. She gasped, trembling within his embrace and he pulled her deeper into the shadows, away from prying eyes.
July 11, 2016
Hypnotic Reverence - an excerpt from DEBAUCHERY
���All beings by nature are Buddha���s,
as ice by nature is water.
Apart from water there is no ice;
apart from beings, no Buddha.���
Hakuin Ekaku
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Excerpt:
In truth, I was glad to don the eyeless mask so I didn���t have to see the piercing blue eyes that frightened me.
���Young, there are several methods of Zensual & Zexual meditation. I will not go into all the varied forms. Let���s start with ���Concentrative Zensuality��� before progressing to ���Regenerative Zexualilty���. Remove all items of clothing, don the harness and lie flat on the floor.���
I did as was told.
My professor instructed in a gentle voice, ���Concentrate on your breath. Stay focused. Breathe in and out slowly. You can also concentrate on a physical sensation on your body...���
As my body began to relax, I felt a tingling sensation, like a light caress on the surface of my skin. Although there was nothing touching me, my body responded involuntarily to this sensuality. This reverberant energy was igniting a fiery excitement within my person. My mind turned to sensual and sexual thoughts. Monsieur Dubois uttered softly, ���Concentrate on your breathing. Don���t allow your mind to run away. Bring your thoughts back to your breathing.���
As the vim encircled the erotic sections of my person, my aroused libido grew in stiffness. Sensual and sexual images continued to cross my mind and body, even though Alain continued to remind me to control my thought patterns and to concentrate on my breath. I was pulled in opposite directions. I tried to remain calm and still yet the unseen sensual and sexual energy demanded my undivided attention. I had difficulty focusing on my breath work.
���Go with the flow. Allow your thoughts to be your destiny. Release control of your mind and body. Go with the flow,��� my mediator advised. Dubois was channeling his sovereignty over me through mind control, a secret discourse I was not aware of at the time.
I followed his instructions, allowing the Frenchman to manipulate my person without laying a finger on my body. We were already making love without physical contact. His sexual vim radiated through his aura; he had encased me. I responded wholeheartedly to my ���Master���s��� invisible cocoon. My hardness bounced uncontrollably under his spell. Erotic currents coursed through my being when his warmth traversed across my nipples, around my scrotum and penis. My body gravitated towards the invisible energy as I plunged deeper and deeper into Dubois��� hypnotically sexual web. I was held spellbound by this Zensual and Zexual master of disguise.
Dubois continued to coax me into the rhythmic flow. ���What do you see besides the tantalizing sensation you feel on your body?��� he whispered.
My body palpitated as my spirit drifted weightlessly outwards. I flew through the French window, soaring into the night sky before glancing down through the window. Monsieur���s maneuvering palms were gliding effortlessly a few inches above my skin. His seductive fingers simulated caressing motions around my twitching nipples, my bouncing erection and my quivering scrotum. I surrendered my physique to this erotic sorcerer. He had my flesh begging for more. I desired release but also longed for this covetous sensation to last. His indefatigable potency was too irresistible for a young soul like mine. I was trapped within his aura, enraptured in a swaddle I could not elude.
My mind took on an opposing temperament. Surging heavenward, I glided higher and higher. The Parisian nightlights twinkled dimmer in the distance until darkness engulfed me. Basked in the remoteness of timelessness, a glimmer of light appeared. I floated buoyantly towards the incandescence as the illumination grew in intensity.
A blink of my eyes ��� a host of masculine angels had surrounded me, spiriting me to their larkish love cavern.
I was in a rhapsodic euphoria as the angelic host escorted me. Their scantily draped amorousness aroused me as we frolicked with abandoned dalliance. Their masculinity drove me insane with desire. Their conquering force was almost too ferocious. I could no longer stave off my emission. Squirts of amatory nectar gushed onto my belly, onto my chest, and over my head. I had no control over this omnipotent rapacity. My rapid breathing continued to heave in synchronicity to their heavenly chorus. Electric bouts of orgasmic entr'acte sheathed me in a series of incessant convulsions before I finally simmered to apathy floating in an ocean of nothingness.
���Return to us, Young,��� a distant voice pulled me to reality. I drifted toward the soothing sound. The twang of a snap woke me to the present. A mess of gooey semen lay on my slender abdomen as my professor detached my contraption. He stared at me unflinchingly, as if to assert that I was his, and I was now his property. Throughout my service in the prince���s household, Monsieur Dubois never laid a finger on my person, but I was already his. This mind-controlling wizard had utilized Zentology to manipulate me like a string puppet, dancing to the rhythm of his bidding.
It was past midnight before Andy and I returned to our chamber. That night, I slept like a rejuvenated child in the cradling bosom of my physical lover, but my mind was now restrained by another.
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From the back cover:
���Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.���
Lao Tzu
Debauchery is the triquel to A Harem Boy���s Saga, a provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society through his UK boarding school. From there, he was spirited to the Middle East to attend the Bahriji (Oasis) School in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for Harem services for the wealthy elite.
It is also a love story between the young man, his ���Big Brother,��� and his ���Valet,��� who served as his chaperones and mentors.
This book follows the teenagers��� erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their third Arabian Household Harem, the Quwah. There, they became confidants to a prince, assistants in an international dance club venture, ���Carousel,��� and apprentices and models in a controversial photography project, ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places.���
This story is an account of the author���s experiences. Through these truths, often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnation and negativity related to sexuality, love, and personal freedom.
A Harem Boy���s Saga is a series of five volumes.
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young
Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 15 months running.
A Film Contract has been secured with an independent UK Producer, operating in Hollywood.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Exotic and erotic life of a harem boy
By Convoke on January 22, 2016
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This book, Debauchery (A Harem Boy's Saga Book 3), by Young is part of a seven-book saga. It reads like an Alexandria Quartet volume for 21st Century Millenniums. The story in Book 3 brings Lao Tzu's view of love to the fore.
The author calls the book a "triquel" to "A Harm Boy's Saga." From that point of view, this non-fictional investigation of Sacred Sex has much more intellectual underpinning than most erotica out there, but it IS erotica, from it's beginning at a British boarding school through its adventures in the UAE and beyond.The plot hangs on the purported training of boys in Harem services for the wealthy elite. And on a love affair among a young man and his mentors. Erotic pansexual coming of age tale for NA readers and up. This book follows the teenagers��� erotic and exotic adventures among Arabian elite. These tales, said to be based in the author's own life are told, so the writer tells us, to give a new perspective on sexuality, love, and personal freedom.
A brave book, part of a series which aims to change the way the readers conceive sexuality in all its variations.
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July 4, 2016
Within The Holy Sanctuary - an excerpt from INITIATION
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���There is nothing safe about sex. There never will be.���
Norman Mailer
Excerpt:
When the Porsche pulled into the parking lot of a beautiful mosque situated on top of a hill, I was amazed by the architectural splendor of this gigantic Moorish building. Tall pillars surrounded the domed structure. Several of the pillars had loud speakers, calling believers to their daily prayers. We entered the marbled entrance. Arabian rugs were strewn on marble floors covered with pairs of shoes and balghas (slippers) left by worshippers who had entered the main prayer hall. It is a sign of respect to Allah for visitors to enter the large prayer room with bare feet.
Since it wasn't Holy Friday, the mosque was not too crowded. Approximately thirty worshippers were prostrate chanting verses from the Quran. Other believers mumbled silent prayers, eyes closed.
As we walked around the edge of the grand hall, I noticed beautiful tiny carved stone stars and crescent moon shaped cut outs in sections of the thick walls. This allowed natural light to create enchanting effects on the floor within the prayer hall. The light seemed an imprint of celestial testimonies cast upon the white marble floors, relating tales of love, compassion and joy for all mankind and the world. I was awestruck by the beauty of this holy place.
Expecting to find Andy and Ubaid at my side, I turned to speak to my Valet. To my surprise, neither of them was around. I continued to explore the great hall, looking for them. On the opposite side of the walkway, I caught a glimpse of my Valet and guide disappearing through a doorway. Silently I followed, some distance behind, through a narrow doorway which the two had entered. I saw a large, open-air courtyard with a tranquil, octagonal shaped fountain of crystal blue water bubbling from a sculpture of a falcon���s head. I observed the decorative mosaics and marble surrounding this splendid work of art. In the base of the fountain, I saw inscriptions from the Quran. Golden Arabic calligraphy shimmered under the vibrant sunlight making it appear that the bottom was completely covered in pure gold.
Mesmerized by such beauty, I sat on the fountain's ledge lost in wonder. I could have sat for hours admiring its tantalizing beauty, but I remembered I had to find my Valet and guide. Looking around the open space, I saw four doorways, which I thought led up to the four surrounding pillars in the courtyard. I was wondering which entrance to venture into when I noticed one of the doors had been left ajar, while the others were shut. I decided to go through the opened door.
Expecting to find spiral staircases leading to the top of the pillars, I was surprised to find a large room filled with colored archways supported by tall pillars. The chamber I had just entered seemed to stretch for miles. It was dead silent with no one in sight as far as I could see. Drawn by the unusual architectural beauty of this space, I quietly tiptoed into the inner sanctum of this holy room. I felt as if I had walked into a surreal wonderland floating on an expansive black and white diamond shaped marble floor. The ceiling was supported by red and off-white brick arches and pillars. I was transported to a delightfully peaceful space within this house of God. I wanted to sit on the cool marble to absorb the beauty of this spiritual sanctuary.
Within the quietness of this expansive chamber I heard faint groaning noises emanating from behind one of the thick circular pillars at the furthest end of the room.
As quietly as possible I tip toed closer to the source of the noise. I saw Ubaid and my lover French kissing each other in a heated passionate embrace. The ugly head of jealously rose to the forefront, but I was also excited to witness the scene unfolding before my eyes.
I wanted to go over to separate the two, but my Bahriji training taught me to confront negative feelings, transforming them into positive experiences. My feet felt glued to the floor. I waited; I wanted to see more before deciding upon my next move.
Although the two men were deep in the throes of passion, Ubaid noticed I was standing nearby, watching their every move. My arousal showed underneath my thobe. I voluntarily lifted my garment, exposing my erect penis to my guide, while they continued their kisses. Ubaid motioned me to join them. Being an obedient Oasis student, I did as was told.
When I was a few inches away from Andy and Ubaid, my guide gently pushed me down on my knees, sandwiching me between the two of them. They lifted their thawb, tying the hem of their garments into knots at their waists, while I lowered their underwear to their ankles, devouring their engorged manhood with a hungry passion I didn���t previously know I possessed. The fear of being found in this forbidden act was just as exciting as tasting the juicy fruits of the two mens��� loins, which exploded all over me. It would have been high sacrilege if our m��nage a tois had been discovered by the Islamic authorities. "There is nothing safe about sex!"
My Bahriji education had served me well. Jealously rears its ugly head and we can choose whether or not to give it power over us. I learned to conquer the negative, and to transform fear and jealousy into positive experiences.
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From the back cover:
This provocative story is about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.
It is also a love story between the young man and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperone and mentor during the boy���s Harem service.
Author���s note:
I had a privileged and unique upbringing in Malaysia, where I was known as a "sissy boy." Following in my brothers' footsteps, I was sent to an exclusive boarding school in England. It is there that I was inducted into a clandestine organization, E.R.O.S. The Enlightened Royal Oracle Society. For four years, unbeknownst to my family, I was willingly and happily part of a Harem.
My story has been kept under wraps for close to 45 years. The correct moment has arrived for me to make known my unique education.
INITIATION video trailer: http://bit.ly/1DOMft1
There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy���s Saga series.
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book I - INITIATION; a memoir by Young
Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 16 months running.
Coming soon in September 2016:
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book IV - TURPITUDE; a memoir by Young
Email: young@aharemboysaga.com
Website: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/
Book purchase site (international): getBook.at/INITIATION
or
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INITIATION
Book Awards:
2015 Readers' Favorite Award finalist and Readers' Favorite 5 Stars Award prizes in the Non-Fiction Autobiography category.
2015 Author Award and 5 Stars Award from Author Street Team.
2013 Pinnacle Book Achievement Award in the Autobiography category.
INITIATION is within the United States, United Kingdom & Australia amazon top #100 bestseller ranking in the GLBT memoir/autobiography category since publication - 15 months running and still going strong.
A Film Contract has been secured with an independent UK Producer, operating in Hollywood.
What a reviewer said...
5 stars: OMG, OMG, OMG - I can't believe this is a real story!
By Wendy Acosta
Format: Kindle Edition
Never have I read a story that has me exclaiming "OMG, OMG, OMG" every few chapters. This autobiographical story shares the intensely personal journey of a young boy as he comes of age in the midst of a male harem in the Middle East. He experiences all the things that forbidden and taboo...you know those "unmentionable elephants in the room" that we are warned about from an early age. I had to read this real life adventure to find out how messed up and damaged he must be. Imagine my surprise to meet an emotionally healthy young man who successfully grabs all life has to offer and does it with an innocence that is simply beautiful.
Don't read this book if you aren't ready for your ingrained beliefs and values to be challenged. Don't read this book if you are not ready to delve into a side of our global society that is well hidden from most. Don't read this book unless you too are ready to step into a new adventure. Initiation will change how you view the world.
Well done Bernard.
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July 2, 2016
Burning for You By Erzabet Bishop
Burning for You
By Erzabet Bishop
Release day: July 1, 2016
Tags:
angel, arson, calendar, dragon shifter, dragon shifter romance hero, fantasy erotic romance, fate, fire hose, firebug, firefighter hero, hot whips cafe, ice, paranormal romance, redemption, romantic suspense, second chances, shifter, social media, westmore wolves series, winter fae
Blurb:
Where there���s smoke, there���s dragon fire.
Ordinary girl. Extraordinary fate.
Violet Winters is having a less than perfect day. Her parents are meddling with her love life (again), her wintery magic is kaput and her vivid dreams are coming far too close to reality. When she falls through the ice after seeing her fianc�� all close and snuggly with a fellow polar bear, all bets are off. Is she better off dead or will she get another chance at life when a Grimare angel rescues her from her chosen fate?
Fire meets ice and passions ignite.
Dante is a dragon on a mission: fight the string of strange fires springing up around Westmore and find a mate. When his Captain decides to have the men pose for social media shots to garner attention for the station, Dante finds himself in the middle of a steady stream of women after his special strategically placed ���fire hose.���
At Hot Whips Caf�� to haggle with the owner for counter space for their new firemen calendar, he meets a woman who sets his inner scales on fire. Can he save her from the machinations of the Fates or will she die a second time by the very threat Dante fights against?
A dragon���s panty melting kiss may just be the wow this curvy girl needs.
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Excerpt:
���Come on, Dante, show us a little leg.��� The smirking photographer circled in front of him and it was all Dante could do to control the dragon scraping beneath his skin to avoid reaching out and shoving the camera up his ass.
Pictures for social media. The Captain had officially lost his fucking mind. The catcalls and male laughter from the rest of the guys made him lose his footing and the fire hose he���d been using as a prop to conceal his nakedness began to slip.
���Jesus. Fix that hose. This isn���t internet porn, you know.��� The Captain groused, scowling.
Dante scrambled to catch the hose and cover himself and balanced against the newly washed and waxed fire engine, trying to pretend he was anywhere else but standing like a prize bull at an auction.
���If you���ll hold still, please. The others have already contributed their shots. You���re the last one.��� The cameraman huffed, turning the lens. He lowered the camera and glared at Dante. ���You could smile maybe?���
Shit. He was distracted by the wacked out dream he���d had the night before. A woman he���d never met swam in front of him, dying. Her long black hair fanned out in the cold, dark water and he���d panicked. He���d told her to live.
���Fine.��� Dante growled, a wisp of smoke curling out from behind his lips. He felt the change sliding beneath his skin, the dragon agitated by his distress.
���God, Dante. Come on.��� Carter laughed. ���You aren���t afraid of a little flashing light, are you?��� The rest of the crew laughed, sharing in the good natured ribbing.
���Bastard.���
He just wanted it to be over. His beast wanted to fly and hunt and if he didn���t get out of here soon, he was going to lose his mind. Most of the men here were either dating or married. He wasn���t and the urge to mate had made his already bad temper even worse.
The Captain had lured him and the others in with the promise of a social media boost to help the department. He figured a couple of pictures for Instagram like that vet that had so many followers it was insane. Model pretty with a gaggle of women trailing behind him like no tomorrow. The guy had even been on national television recently. Cap was dreaming, but he also knew the man would do anything to save their department from going strictly volunteer.
So many in the country had gone that route and the bear shifter was fighting it tooth and claw. Dante supported that. He���d moved from his home in the mountains to come here after his buddy Carter had told him about the job. Happy and with a large family of cat and dragon shifter young, his friend would do anything to ensure things stayed status quo. So would he, and apparently that included standing naked in front of a freshly polished firetruck.
Thank God his mother couldn���t see him or he���d never hear the end of it. She���d been writing him emails nonstop asking if he���d met any promising women. Jesus. He���d never seen a woman more eager to fuss over grandchildren. But he hadn���t and the prospects didn���t look very favorable. Not that he hadn���t dated. He had. But no female he���d met even sparked his interest past the typical curves and tight jeans and it wasn���t enough. Not anymore.
He wanted a mate. Someone to come home to and warm his bed and his heart. Most of the women he���d come across only wanted one thing���to bang a fireman and brag to their friends.
���Well, that���s about as good as I���m going to get if you���re going to scowl like that.��� The photographer capped his lens and sighed, stalking off toward the Captain. ���You can get dressed now.���
���Jerk.��� Dante swiped the robe he���d worn from the floor and shrugged into it.
���Man, you really need to learn to crack a smile, buddy.��� Carter grinned as he and a few of the others approached now that the photographer had gone.
���Thank you, guys. Dante.��� The Captain came forward giving Dante a narrow eyed look, then nodded toward the remainder of the group. ���We should see the finished product in a day or so.���
Wait. Product?
About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction (upcoming-A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (upcoming-A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart���s Protector, Burning for You, Red Hot (upcoming), Bayou Shadows (upcoming-Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat���s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory���s Mark (upcoming),The Devil���s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw���s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Caf��, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
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Burning for You
By Erzabet Bishop
Release day: July 1, 2016
Tags:
angel, arson, calendar, curvy girl, dragon shifter, dragon shifter romance hero, fantasy erotic romance, fate, fire hose, firebug, firefighter hero, hot whips cafe, ice, paranormal romance, redemption, romantic suspense, second chances, shifter, social media, westmore wolves series, winter fae
Blurb:
Where there���s smoke, there���s dragon fire.
Ordinary girl. Extraordinary fate.
Violet Winters is having a less than perfect day. Her parents are meddling with her love life (again), her wintery magic is kaput and her vivid dreams are coming far too close to reality. When she falls through the ice after seeing her fianc�� all close and snuggly with a fellow polar bear, all bets are off. Is she better off dead or will she get another chance at life when a Grimare angel rescues her from her chosen fate?
Fire meets ice and passions ignite.
Dante is a dragon on a mission: fight the string of strange fires springing up around Westmore and find a mate. When his Captain decides to have the men pose for social media shots to garner attention for the station, Dante finds himself in the middle of a steady stream of women after his special strategically placed ���fire hose.���
At Hot Whips Caf�� to haggle with the owner for counter space for their new firemen calendar, he meets a woman who sets his inner scales on fire. Can he save her from the machinations of the Fates or will she die a second time by the very threat Dante fights against?
A dragon���s panty melting kiss may just be the wow this curvy girl needs.
Buy links:
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June 26, 2016
In The House Of Boucheron - an excerpt from UNBRIDLED
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"The most precious jewels are not made of stone, but of flesh."
Robert Ludlum
Excerpt:
Two of "P's" bodyguards were already stationed outside the House of Boucheron, when we sped to the entrance in his Ferrari Spyder. As soon as we entered the opulent establishment, the manager was waiting to welcome the 'Big Spender' who often dropped thousands of Francs in a single visit. This time was no exception. After formal introductions, the manager and a senior sales executive attended to the Prince. I took the opportunity to look at the exquisitely detailed jewelry on display in the glass cases. Andy, seated next to the prince, was providing His Highness a second opinion on the items being shown.
Hypnotized by such a glittering array of precious sparklers, I remained spellbound until Andy summoned me into a private antechamber where His Highness, the manager and the sales executive were located. I was surprised to find "P's" pants on the floor and his genitalia exposed, while the manager was fitting several rings onto the prince's penis. His white gloved hands held His Highness' phallus like a priceless jewel. The expression on the Arab's face was less than satisfied; he wanted to be sure that his custom made cock-ring designs would fit snugly on his erect manhood.
I had no idea why I was being beckoned into the chamber until my Valet spoke, "Young, will you do His Highness a favor?���
Without second thoughts I answered, "Sure! What will you like me to do, Sir?���
Andy replied seriously, "Will you give His Highness a blowjob?"
Shocked by such a request, I was speechless until my guardian led me by the hand and bid me kneel in front of the Prince, while the manager and the executive watched in amazement. As much as I loved to suck on "P's" cock, I never envisioned performing such a private act in public. Yet my extroverted attributes found this proposition very tantalizing. It was by far the most unusual request I had ever received from anyone, let alone a prince. Ignoring the overhead halogen lights, I set to work using my Bahriji-taught skills to pleasure my host. Before long, he was groaning in synchronicity to the soothing piped music that was playing in the background. Since I was enjoying this voyeuristic attention, I wasn't prepared to stop and neither was the Prince ready to end his exhilarating oral stimulation.
Andy, the sensible one, finally uttered, "Thank you Young! You've done well. Measurements can now be taken satisfactorily."
On that note, the dumbfounded manager and the sales executive, hands shaking, zoomed in, staggering to measure the erect phallus to ascertain the circumference.
"Voila! Merci Monsieur. We now have the exact measurements we require," the manager announced politely as if it was an everyday occurrence for a client to bring a personal fluffier for a cock ring measurement.
On the other hand, the stupefied senior executive was left speechless, bewildered by what he had just witnessed, only to be jarred back to reality by his superior requesting his presence in the outer chamber. It was a move to provide His Highness, Andy, and me our privacy to finish what I had started. A few minutes later, the three of us emerged. Judging what had happened from "P's" happy visage, Andy's satisfactory countenance and me licking my lips, savoring the luscious residuum, the manager and the executive went about serving us nervously.
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From the back cover:
Unbridled is the sequel to Initiation - A provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society. He was spirited to the Middle East, from his UK boarding school. He attended the Bahriji School (Oasis,) in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for serving in Harems for the wealthy and elite.
It is also a love story between the young man, his ���Big Brother��� and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperones and mentors during the boy���s Harem services.
This book follows the teenagers��� erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their 2nd Arab Household Harem, the Sekham. They were apprentices and models, for the household patriarch���s controversial photography project, ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places���.
The author's experiences present facts that are truthful. Through these truths, which are often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnations and negativity which relate to his experiences.
There are 7 volumes in A Harem Boy���s Saga series.
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young
Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 15 months running.
A Film Contract has been secured with an independent UK Producer, operating in Hollywood.
Email: young@aharemboysaga.com
Website: www.aharemboysaga.com
UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v
US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY
International book purchase: myBook.to/UNBRIDLED
UNBRIDLED video trailer: http://bit.ly/1CqXmCP
What a reviewer said...
5.0 out of 5 stars
An Arabian Nights for the 21st Century
By Convoke on February 19, 2016
Format: Kindle Edition
A friend loaned me the paperback of this second in the seven book Harem Boy series. I had earlier read some of the others, so I knew what to expect. And I was swept up in a sexy fantasy that feels so real you can nearly touch it.
Now, be warned, this is a book that includes sensuality, LGBT, and a spiritual perceptions about sex. This book is not for those children, yet it is a sexual coming of age series. Unbridled is also the sequel to Initiation.
With those caveats above, read this provocative story about a privileged boy initiated into clandestine sexual society in the Middle East. An Arabian Nights for the 21st century...
It is also a love story between the young man, his ���Big Brother��� and his ���Valet��� who served as his chaperones and mentors during the boy���s Harem services.
This book follows the boy���s erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at his 2nd Arab Household Harem, the Sekham. He was an apprentice and model, for the household patriarch���s controversial photography project, ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places���.
The author's experiences present facts that are truthful. Through these truths, which are often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnations and negativity which relate to his experiences.
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Tracy Kincaid - Cover Reveal
About The Book
Sally is totally focused on the new love in her life until she receives heartbreaking news, which causes her to question who she is and what she has to offer in a relationship. With help from an unlikely spirit, Sally begins a journey of self-discovery that sets her on the path to new revelations about her past.
Benny Stone has always lived his life as a playboy, until he met his red headed beauty. Just as things are heating up, he watches her life spiral out of control. Now, if he wants to save this fragile relationship, his strength and support will be needed more than ever
Together Sally and Benny must discover the missing pieces of her life and overcome the obstacles that will allow Sally the freedom to pursue her fated love.
Past, Present and Future
is the second book in The Family Tree series, it follows the events in
Sneak Peek into the book...
Past, Present and Future
As Sally and I pull into Bruce and Sarah���s driveway, we can hear Buc barking his greetings from inside the house. That dog cracks me up. Every time he sees Sally he goes nuts, jumping and running in circles. It���s really funny to watch.
���I���m going to take him outside and toss the ball. Would you like to join us?���
���Actually, Bruce was looking for something of his mom���s to give to Sarah. He couldn���t find it. I think I���ll see if I have better luck. Are you all right dealing with Buc on your own?���
She laughs. ���Of course.��� Standing on her tiptoes, she kisses me on the cheek. ���See you in a bit.���
Before she can turn completely for the door, I grab her waist and back her up to me. I plant a soft kiss on her neck. ���See you soon, baby.��� She turns in my arms to give me a proper kiss.
���You know what it does to me when you kiss me on my neck like that,��� she whispers as she kisses me again.
I laugh and pull away. ���Of course I know what it does to you. Why do you think I do it? Now, go wear that dog out so I can start looking for this brooch for Bruce. You can show me later what my kisses do to you.��� I swat her on the ass as she runs off with Buc, giggling as she goes. I haven���t gotten up the nerve to ask her to move in with me yet. Seeing how happy Bruce is with Sarah, I want that same happiness, and I know that I could have that with Sally. She makes me want to be a better man and not be the player everyone thinks I am.
About The Author
Tracy Kincaid is a native Southern Californian who transplanted to South Western Pennsylvania. A wife and mother of three. When she is not writing you can find her reading or crafting. She enjoys the outdoors, whether it be working in the garden or hanging out with family and friends.
She currently has two books out. Changing Lives was released in July 2015. Freeing Lost Souls: Book One in The Family Tree Series was released in January 2016. Book Two in The Family Tree Series: Past, Present and Future will be released June 27, 2016.
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June 23, 2016
Author Viv Drewa - books
Midnight Owl (Joe Leverette Mystery Book #1)
When the dismembered body of a young woman is found Detectives Joe Leverette and Philip Marsden are assigned the case. After investigating the Port Huron, Michigan area where the six body parts were found there���s a twist in the case: The murderer goes after each individual who found the parts, one by one.
Leverette becomes interested in one of the women, Carole Sage, a sensitive, but because of the case he���s not able to take it any further. Everyone on the police force sees his infatuation, but Carole does not.
Each of the six witnesses has a dream about the murderer removing the particular body part they found the night. They are startled awake and hear an owl hoot three times. None of them want to reveal their dream to the detectives.
Carole sees the actual murder and each murder as it happens to the witnesses. The police chief, Billingsley, understands her ���gift��� and sets up a sting to catch him. It fails and they have to regroup to think of something else. Two witnesses are dead and they don���t want a third to die.
This books is for 18+ due to the violence.
Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Owl-Leverette-Mystery-Book-ebook/dp/B015HXPEUA/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Author Viv Drewa Bio:
The Arts are very strong on both sides of my family. My father���s side were the singers. All have such beautiful voices and from what I���ve been told has been strong all the up the family tree. Dad wanted to be an opera singer but after getting married, drafted to the army during the Korean Conflict, coming home and become a father to my late brother and me dashed his hopes. He did have the most beautiful baritone I ever heard. I can sing but I���m a tenor and always felt awkward that I had to stand with the men on the church choir. My daughter, Sofia, has a beautiful soprano voice.
Mom���s side were all storytellers. My first inkling was my grandmother who would make up stories to tell us when were little. She didn���t like the stories in the books so she told her own. My mom was also an excellent storyteller and poet. She won several contests for her poetry. I tried poetry but found I preferred writing stories. My daughter is also very good at this but she doesn���t want to write. She���d make a fantastic horror author, too! Maybe one day????
I knew, at age 9, I wanted to be a writer after reading James Robert Green���s ���A Whistling Sword���. I was so fascinated by his storytelling and how he used an actual historical character, Genghis Khan, in this book. Everything I read previously were Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys so this was a real treat.
I was never able to start writing because I had no support and felt discouraged even though I won awards for my work. It wasn���t until I had two mini-strokes in 2013 that I started. My doctor wanted me to play puzzle games and such so I asked him if writing would work. He said yes and ���The Angler and the Owl��� came to be.
Since then I���ve written ���The Owl of the Sipan Lord���, a short story ���From the Pages of Grandfather���s Life��� which I���m planning on turning into a novella, and have just finished ���Midnight Owl��� (A Joe Leverette Mystery Book 1) which will be out Oct 10. This was originally going to be a trilogy but as I wrote more ideas came to me so it���ll be a series. How many books I don���t know, I���m sure I���ll think of more things to keep it going.
I took creative and journalism courses to help transition to fulfill my dream of becoming a writer. I worked as an intern for Port Huron's 'The Times Herald", and also wrote, edited and did the layout for the Blue Water Multiple Sclerosis newsletter "Thumb Prints."
I also write a blog promoting my fellow authors.
Oh I almost forgot! I love owls!!!
HERE ARE MY BOOKS:
The Owl of the Sipan Lord
Martin and Clare Montgomery worked as an archaeological team until Martin's accidental death at a dig they were working on in Peru. Clare swore she'd never go back, but after having a dream about the dig that didn't add up to the finds of the area, and the help of the Peruvian Pygmy Owl and a blue-eyed spirit, she did.
Amazon.com: rxe.me/HGUPYV2
The Angler and The Owl
Before retiring France Hunter decides to go to the place where she found her first new species of owl: The Amazon. Her group follows a well known angler, John Sinclair, and his team, along with a reporter who wants to do a story on Hunter.
Once arriving at the site, Sinclair leaves to go further up the river. He has a show
to record and is hoping to catch an even larger fish this time.
Hunter, and the group with her, run into a gruesome nightmare with the satellite phone destroyed and one man fighting for life. Sinclair is not due to pick them up
for another week. What will they do?
Amazon.com rxe.me/HQP60OW
FROM THE PAGES OF GRANDFATHER'S LIFE
Story of a young man's escape from Russian ruled Poland in 1913.
A Series I have called: ASHTRAYS TO JAWBREAKERS:
Volume 1
No need to check your eyes or clean your glasses - the pictures on the front were made that way for a reason. A writer���s world is that blurred area between reality and fantasy. Most writers are never known for their works other than by their tight knit rings of friends or family. Sometimes a writer is never known because he or she is intimidated at the thought of rejection and scrutiny from their peers. A writer's life is never cut and dried. There are no vacations, lots of sleepless nights, distractions of every type and structure. All can be blamed on the characters in our heads fighting to get out.
Most people only have that one voice they pay attention to, but for a writer there may ten or twenty talking at one time. Writing is sometimes the only way to ease the peace. These eleven authors have put a lot into their stories. A lot of thought to get the right word in the right place to provide an accurate picture in your mind of what he or she wants you to see. There are only 26 letters in the alphabet, but put together right the possibilities are endless. We hope you enjoy the stories provided and they help you escape for a minute or two from your reality.
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Volume 2
From the minds of some of the finest indie authors comes Volume 2 of Ashtrays to Jawbreakers. Blending fiction with poetry, light with dark and fact with fiction, this is a collection that travels the winding roads of literature. The stories and poems contained within offer a glance into different worlds - some familiar, some less so; but all of them with a twist.
A writer���s world is that blurred area between reality and fantasy. Most writers are never known for their works other than by their tight knit rings of friends or family. Sometimes a writer is never known because he or she is intimidated at the thought of rejection and scrutiny from their peers. A writer's life is never cut and dried. There are no vacations, lots of sleepless nights, distractions of every type and structure. All can be blamed on the characters in our heads fighting to get out.
Most people only have that one voice they pay attention to, but for a writer there may ten or twenty talking at one time. Writing is sometimes the only way to ease the peace. These eleven authors have put a lot into their stories. A lot of thought to get the right word in the right place to provide an accurate picture in your mind of what he or she wants you to see. There are only 26 letters in the alphabet, but put together right the possibilities are endless. We hope you enjoy the stories provided and they help you escape for a minute or two from your reality.
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/467822
Christmas Edition 2014
These stories run the gamut of emotions and genres, from outright horror to more subtle drama. With a recurring theme of Christmas, they present a multi-faceted viewpoint on the writer's take on the festive season.
Once again, we stand before you to offer our work for your pleasure. The stories contained in this volume, as in the others, have been written for you to read. They may at turns excite you, terrify you or make you think; that is our goal as writers. In keeping with the season, we are pleased to present new author Lorraine Carey in this volume.
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/495163
Volume 4
The most powerful thing a person can do is to share their life with complete strangers. A writer does this by writing in a way to make your world fade. As an author progresses in their journey to becoming the best they can be, we like to think we are pulling you the reader along with us. This project is about that. Writers write so readers can read. That is the idea anyway. We do appreciate you the reader coming into our worlds for a few minutes. We hope what we have written will take you away from your day just long enough to forget about it.
Once again, we come before you to stand behind you, the reader, to invite you into our worlds that we have built or in some cases destroy. We hope you enjoy this edition as much as the others. Not read the others? They are available as well.
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/515516
Volume 6
Once again, we come before you to stand behind you, the reader, to invite you into our worlds that we have built or in some cases destroy. We hope you enjoy this edition as much as the others. Not read the others? They are available free as well.
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/549903
Christmas Edition 2015
The most powerful thing a person can do is to share their life with complete strangers. A writer does this by writing in a way to make your world fade. As an author progresses in their journey to becoming the best they can be, we like to think we are pulling you the reader along with us. This project is about that. Writers write so readers can read. That is the idea anyway. We do appreciate you the reader coming into our worlds for a few minutes. We hope what we have written will take you away from your day just long enough to forget about it.
Once again, we come before you to stand behind you, the reader, to invite you into our worlds that we have built or in some cases destroy. We hope you enjoy this edition as much as the others. Not read the others? They are available free as well.
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/602199
There will be an event on June 18th, 2016, for
"Midnight Owl" (Joe Leverette Mystery Book #1)
Please attend if you can!
It will be a great time for all!
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June 19, 2016
Fatal Attraction - an excerpt from DEBAUCHERY
���Make me understand the lesson, so I���ll find myself. So I won���t be lost again.���
Bernard Tristan Foong
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Excerpt:
Mario, like many artistic fashion photographers of his generation, preferred to capture his naked and/or semi-naked subjects posing against the great Gothic backdrop high above ground. Ladders and scaffolding were already in place when I arrived with Elizabeth and Monsieur Dubois in the late afternoon. The male and female models, doing a group couture fashion shoot were already posing above and in Notre Dame de Paris. Their fancy outfits, arranged sexily on their sinewy physiques, were practically falling off them. As the shoot progressed in intensity, these expensive coverings were shed, only to be used as transparent, seductive shielding for their private areas.
I was glad to be back by Andy���s side. That morning after my sensual pretended sleep foreplay with Alain, I was left with an unrequited sexual thirst I had seldom experienced. In the past, my liaisons had progressed all the way. Now Monsieur Dubois had stirred in me an euphoria similar to the sensual hunger I had for Andy when I was in Nikee���s care. I had unconsciously fallen prey to a parlous liaison that I dared not speak its name. I was slowly descending into a psychological trap which only my professor had the audacity to play. Alain was secretly testing my emotional strength, silently observing to see if I would pass the ���big brother���s test. A reticent examination I had no idea was bestowed upon me.
For the moment, I was overjoyed to be with my Valet again. He was my protector and like the couture outfits we were using as our last protective divide, I was clinging onto my lover for life, afraid to bare the last vestige of my vulnerability. This Frenchman was already gaining a precariousness grip on my unquenched soul.
When my turn arrived to pair with Andy and Alain, I was in a state of panic. I was afraid my libido would show through my faux pretense when sandwiched between my semi-naked Valet and the half-clothed Dubois. As much as I tried to calm myself, my thumping heart pounded rapidly. I was afraid that Andy would sense my perturbed state. He whispered in my ear as the photographers clicked away at our 3-way liaison, ���Young, are you alright? You haven���t been yourself since we arrived in Paris. Tell me what the matter is.���
I did not reply, instead I pressed my face against my protector���s muscular chest. I did not want him to see my flushed cheeks. Alain, aware of our sexual game, began pressing his growing groin against my derriere. He knew I desired him, and he also knew I was at a loss around him. I held my lover tightly; I did not know how to respond to this alpha male, who was sensually gyrating his pelvis against my buttocks. He was toying with my emotions, trying to gain control of my soul. I needed Andy to rescue me from my inner turmoil, a chaos I did not know how to deal with.
Alain���s excitement grew as he witnessed my Valet and my passionate kisses. I dared not turn to face my teacher. I was afraid I would lose my propriety and give in to him. Most importantly, I did not want to jeopardize my love for Andy, who had nurtured and loved me unconditionally; I was his boy. Besides, this simulated sensuality was a photography exercise. It was not meant to be real.
Mario & Aziz wanted to do some adventurous shots. They had Andy and me lay in compromising positions on top of several grotesque-looking gargoyles that jutted out from the roof. As much as I was afraid of heights, I also wanted to overcome my fear, so I agreed to climb onto the back of the creature. As we twisted this way and that for the camera, I couldn���t help stealing secret glances at Alain, who was standing on a nearby balcony to observe our performance. I was unconsciously falling head over heels for this alluring man. The harder I resisted his temptation, the further I descended into his charismatic grip. I clung passionate to my lover, causing him to query with concern, ���Young, are you alright? Are you afraid of the gargoyles? Of falling?���
I replied, ���These creatures are scary, but I���m determined to overcome my acrophobia.���
Andy replied, ���You don���t have to be scared of these sculptures. Gargoyles are said to frighten off evil and harmful spirits and protect those whom they guard.���
In truth I was more afraid of Monsieur Dubois than the gargouilles (gargoyles). I was already infatuated with the Frenchman without having to consummate our union. Like a creature in the legend of the gargouille, Alain was swallowing me into his garganta (gargoyle���s ���throat���). I was trapped like a butterfly in a spider���s web, desperately struggling to get free from this psychological sadomasochistic bondage. He had encased me into an emotional cataclysm.
When Mario suggested I pose for some pictures with Alain, my heart pounded more furiously than it already was. As hard as I as tried to keep my composure, I had a hunch that he knew he already had me in his clutches. Our lips were close to touching, yet he hesitated, determined to drive me provocatively insane with his sensual titillation. I pressed my eyes shut, afraid to look him in the eyes. I was frightened by this attractive specimen that had so conspicuously taken hold of my person. I hated the feeling of not being in control, yet I wanted to understand Monsieur Dubois, the person behind the mask he so cleverly wore to disguise the real Alain. Posing erotically with the Frenchman had sent me into a tailspin.
When Aziz suggested Dubois and I pose seductively against a large stained glass window, my heart missed several beats. Without my lover in between, Alain became more brazen. His closeness intimidated me as I leaned onto his bare chest. His intoxicating masculinity sent currents of pulsating shivers through my body. He held me tighter, as if I would dissipate from his already firm grip. I stole a glance at his handsome face. A pair of piercing blue eyes stared back at me adoringly. For a fleeting moment, the reflection of the colored stained glass casted an ephemeral golden halo around his resplendent hair. Suddenly, I envisioned a multifaceted celestial being in Dubois. His flawless skin radiated a shimmering glow, as if God were beside me. I was awed by such an unearthly beauty. Goosebumps formed on my skin. His lips were almost touching mine, yet he refrained from kissing. Everything around swirled, yet I remained motionless, suspended in mid-air. Time stood still. When I finally snapped out of this apotheosis, I was even more unnerved by this man than I had been before our photo-shoot. I did not understand the cognitive hold he had on me. I dared not tell my beloved Andy of my evanescent experience. I was petrified of this empyreal individual.
(getBook.at/DEBAUCHERY to find out what transpired next)
From the back cover:
���Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.���
Lao Tzu
Debauchery is the triquel to A Harem Boy���s Saga, a provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society through his UK boarding school. From there, he was spirited to the Middle East to attend the Bahriji (Oasis) School in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for Harem services for the wealthy elite.
It is also a love story between the young man, his ���Big Brother,��� and his ���Valet,��� who served as his chaperones and mentors.
This book follows the teenagers��� erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their third Arabian Household Harem, the Quwah. There, they became confidants to a prince, assistants in an international dance club venture, ���Carousel,��� and apprentices and models in a controversial photography project, ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places.���
This story is an account of the author���s experiences. Through these truths, often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnation and negativity related to sexuality, love, and personal freedom.
A Harem Boy���s Saga is a series of five volumes.
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young
Amazon best selling GLBT memoir for 15 months running.
A Film Contract has been secured with an independent UK Producer, operating in Hollywood.
Email: young@aharemboysaga.com
Website: www.aharemboysaga.com
Video trailer: http://bit.ly/1NUcelM
UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v
US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY
What a reviewer said...
5.0 out of 5 stars Addicted to this series
By ocmdVINE VOICE on July 3, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
I loved the first two books in the Harem Boy���s Saga and I devoured book three just as eagerly. Debauchery is a seamless transition in the author���s amazing journey, and I admit I am now addicted to this series. Correspondence in 2012 supplements the story as Young relates his experiences and feelings in 1967. He was a young boy when he flew to London to meet his beloved Valet, Andy. They���d been apart for eight weeks, and they missed each other desperately. Once they were together again, they could not wait to give in to their passion. Their reunion captivated me. I became totally involved with the characters and emotionally invested in their story. The journey moves on to the French Riviera, and other exotic locations that are so well described, I felt like I was there. Young and Andy become part of a royal household and all the joy and sadness of their taboo lifestyle is related with honesty and in a wonderfully engaging style. Knowing the story was true only made it more compelling. There was no way I could put it down. Kudos to the author for letting us share his journey of self-discovery.
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