Young's Blog, page 33
November 19, 2015
The Hometown Hoax by Heather Thurmeier
The Hometown Hoax
by
Heather Thurmeier
Release date: 11/16/15
The Hometown Hoax
(blurb)
Leaving was hard, but staying away might be impossible.
Tessa Cutter escaped her tiny hometown and chased her artistic dreams straight to Manhattan. Now she���s home for a camping trip with her family. To keep them off her back, she makes up the perfect pretend boyfriend���successful, important, and most of all, permanently located in New York.
Logan Ridley lost everything when his Manhattan-based personal training studio shut down. Luckily, a friend got him a position as a gym teacher in the small town of Cutter���s Creek. He���s heard a lot about the infamous Tessa, but she���s even better than he imagined. Except, she seems to hate everything about the small town he���s growing to love.
The chemistry sparking between them is impossible to ignore, but falling for Logan will trap Tessa in the small town she worked so hard to escape. If they have any hope of a future together, he���ll have to convince her that everything she wants has been in Cutter���s Creek all along���
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November 15, 2015
A Secret Rendezvous #ScintillatingSunday
"Passion makes the old medicine new: passion lops of the bough of weariness. Passion is the elixir that renews: how can there be weariness when passion is present? Oh, don't sigh heavily from fatigue: seek passion, seek passion, and seek passion!"
Rumi
Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday blog hop where multiple romance author share 1 to 8 paragraphs only of one of their novels.
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A Secret Rendezvous
is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young
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Excerpt:
The birthday boy dressed in white descended the grand staircase with his proud father to the festive sounds of drums and gongs, followed by clapping friends and cheering relatives. The party had begun. The large dining table was laid with fabulous edible goodies, welcoming guests to dig in. Like most major Islamic celebrations, the presences of religious clerics were de-rigueur, especially in the initiation of a boy's coming-of-age, and Jasim was no exception to the rule. Unlike Riqz, who was circumcised at 13, Jasim had been through Khitan (Islamic circumcision) in his 7th month out of his mother's womb. This was a celebration to officially announce to the Islamic community that he was ripe for the picking. Jasim, the boy, was now Jasim, a man.
Besides Jasim's Muslim classmates, his sisters��� friends were also invited to partake in this joyous occasion. As the celebration progressed into the evening, I had to excuse myself from Andy to use a rest facility. As I tried finding a vacant washroom (which seemed to be constantly occupied), I decided to return to the Maktub to use our private toilet facility. While passing the gravel car park jammed full of sports cars, I noticed a couple of shadows flitting into an empty courtyard between the quiet guest chambers in the Maktub outbuilding. I followed.
In the cloud covered moonlight I trailed the mysterious shadows, which disappeared into an olive garden. Camouflaged behind an olive tree I spied on the couple. A man and a woman whispered softly in the darkness. I couldn���t make out who they were but when the crescent moon reappeared, Thabit's eldest daughter and a man whose back was turned my direction were in passionate embrace. Fascinated by this scenario, I watched unmoved, even though my bladder was dying for release. Before long her veiled head was bobbing back and forth in front of her lover���s crotch. I could no longer hold my urgency and urinated at my hiding place.
If it was the sound of my urination that stirred the lovers to disentangle, I would never know. Before I could stuff my trickling penis back in my pants, the lovers were scampering in different directions. Under the silvery moon Sabiya ran, and so did my teacher. The sweet Arab girl of sixteen going on seventeen was caught tasting the forbidden fruit of a thirty-seven going on thirty-eight-year-old Italian man of distinction. Though shocked by what I had witnessed, I had no desire to jeopardize the passion between the lovers so I made up my mind to keep this a secret. I did not report to Andy or Oscar and certainly not to the Wazir of what transpired within the olive garden.
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.
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 13 months running.
Email: young@aharemboysaga.com
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5.0 out of 5 starsReally great read!
ByMonique Boulanger on August 14, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition
This book is eloquently written and I wish I could have grabbed the first one before starting in on this wonderful read. Young���s life is one of those mesmerising timelines that you really don���t believe is real, but honestly is. The fantastical journey of a young man who gets to experience everything and anything many people only dream of is just wonderful, and I secretly envy him, but in a good way.
The transitions between the present writing and memory are smooth and seamless. You can tell the difference in time, but other than that it fits very well with the past narrative. You can tell it's a stroll down memory lane while he looks to reconnect with his former lover.
The views he has on sexuality mirror that of my own. The fact that sex is a sacred act, a link between the mortal and divine is very well articulated in this book and it resonated with me at a very core level. This comes through as Young and his party work on a project called ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places���
This book also opens up some of the lesser known aspects of a few cultures, that���s as much as I want to say without spoilers, but Young���s education delves into the hidden aspects of the cultures he was exposed to, that certain things aren���t as cut and dry as the authors of the tomes of history would like you to think. This definitely causes the reader to do a little bit of soul searching as to what one has been told is culturally appropriate regarding love and sex.
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November 13, 2015
���Getting Back to Me��� by Scottie Jeanette Madden
���Getting Back to Me���
from girl to boy to woman in just fifty years���
by���
Scottie Jeanette Madden
Move over Caitlyn, adventure filmmaker went from girl to boy to woman in just fifty years.
Zuzubean Press is excited to announce the Nov. 10, 2015 release of "Getting Back to Me��� from girl to boy to woman in just fifty years. The real-time account of the coming out and M to F transition of an alpha-dog.
Los Angeles, CA (PRWEB) November 05, 2015
In the wake of the Caitlyn Jenner���s privileged transition in the public eye comes the real world transition of a down-to-earth trans woman in real-time. Scottie Madden uses her journal entries to shed fresh light on the trans experience as she leaves behind fear and ���white male privilege��� to embrace truth, grace and womanhood. Her gut-wrenching journey of love, acceptance and honesty becomes the ultimate survival show.
Scottie didn���t make it easy on herself. Like many late-stage trans women, Scottie had made one helluva guy; succeeding as husband of 26 years, the only son, the big brother to three sisters and the legendary adventurer uncle to their children. Everything in her life screamed ���alpha male,��� but no one could guess that Scottie, a top survival showrunner for Discovery Channel and the History Channel, known for leading ��bermale productions into the world���s most dangerous and remote locations was losing a lifelong battle for her soul. It takes true love from her wife of 26 years for Scottie to shake off fifty years of expectations from her family, society and herself. But first she had to face the denial that she had embraced to shield herself from the heartache of a life that would go on unlived.
Scottie shines her laser sharp instincts for the truth (finally) on herself, and reveals the inner workings of the human soul as it strives to reconcile fear, love, happiness and the truth of who we all are. Her ability to articulate the deepest murmurs of the heart translates to anyone who has ever tried to deal with the insidious malady that goes by the name of denial.
Formidable, fearless, lively, and, above all, charmingly fun, Scottie brings you along with her to the outer edges of the showdown with dangerous private truths. ���Getting Back to Me��� shows that love does conquer all. Scottie���s unshakable faith in love and her family, friends and community, and her belief in them to be the best that they can be, pays off in inspiring ways.
~ Sally Park Rubin, author of��� The Overfunctioning Woman's Handbook,��� says, ���Riveting! Tragic hero turns triumphant heroine. If you believe love conquers all, this book will inspire you to go for more of THAT. Formidable, fearless, lively, and, above all, charmingly fun, Scottie, a Hollywood survival show showrunner, brings you safely along with her to the outer edges of anyone's ability to confront dangerous private truths...takes you on a wild ride overlooking the breathtaking canyons of the soul of a woman."
Read an excerpt at http://www.zuzubean.com/excerpts.html
Scottie Madden is a showrunner of adventure reality TV with recent shows on Discovery Channel (���Land Rush,��� ���Dude, You���re Screwed���) and The History Channel (���The Ark���). She has written for children���s television (���Pug and Zero���s Field Trip���), games shows (���Duel,��� ���Do you trust me?��� ���Last to Survive���), and feature film (���the kiss���). She lives in Woodland Hills with her wife, her dog Aria and her beloved oak trees in the shadow of ���dirt Mulholland.���
Zuzubean Press http://www.zuzubean.com - is an independent publisher of material that engages, entertains, illumines and inspires, based in Los Angeles.
Contact: Marcy Madden 818.489.4341 info@zuzubean.com
Praise for: ���Getting Back to Me��� from girl to boy to woman in just fifty years By Scottie Jeanette Madden
���Scottie Madden has written an intimate, and at turns (times?) funny, outspoken memoir of personal transformation that kept me turning the page for the next eye-opening revelation.���
-Valerie C. Woods, Author, Screenwriter, Publisher, BooksEndependent LLC
���Riveting! Tragic hero turns triumphant heroine. If you believe love conquers all, this book will inspire you to go for more of THAT. Formidable, fearless, lively, and, above all, charmingly fun, Scottie, a Hollywood survival show showrunner, brings you safely along with her to the outer edges of anyone's ability to confront dangerous private truths...takes you on a wild ride overlooking the breathtaking canyons of the soul of a woman.���
~ Sally Park Rubin, author: ���The Overfunctioning Woman's Handbook: Uncommon Sense to Deal With Impossible Jobs and Impossible People ���
���OK I have goose bumps and a tear. I think I will need to read this again, so much to grasp. This is so helpful to me to understand the depth and complexity of the transformation and journey that so many face.���
Audrey, Realtor, Los Angeles
���Scottie���s words broaden our definition, understanding, and experience of love. Thank you again for your generous opening of your own heart for us all to see how it can be done ��� no matter what challenges we face.���
Katherine, family therapist, Santa Monica
���Thank you Ms. Madden. If only we knew then what we know now. Thank you for showing the acceptance that this era brings. It breaks my heart to know the struggle that trans people go through growing up and thinking somehow we all should have seen the pain... You are a leader with your courage and openness. You are beautiful inside and out. Once again Thank You!���
Holly, mother of three, Lake Arrowhead
���Thank you, Ms. Madden for sharing this with the world. You write so beautifully, eloquently and honestly from the heart. Your story is uplifting and inspiring, not just to those who are going through or experiencing something similar but for anyone living a life where they feel they are not embracing, loving and sharing who they really are. I found it moving and also helpful to understand your journey and your wife���s. You have inspired me to be more me and honest about who I am and who I want to share with the world.���
Danielle, journalist, Australia
���This book is truly amazing. I'm sure it will be of great inspiration to so many others that have been feeling like this without having the courage and/or opportunity and/or support to actually do something about it.���
Francesca, Music Teacher, Italy
Interview with author Scottie Jeanette Madden���
���Getting Back to Me��� from girl to boy to woman in just fifty years
Can you give us a summary of your book?
This is a real-time account of my coming out. I was a respected adventure survival television series Executive Producer and filmmaker at the time, and I���ve used my journal entries as ���play by play��� as I left behind fear and ���white male privilege��� to embrace truth, grace and womanhood. You could say it���s a gut-wrenching journey of love, acceptance and honesty, where my life suddenly becomes the ultimate survival show.
I didn���t make it easy on myself. Like many late-stage trans women, I had made one helluva guy; succeeding as husband (a hopeless romantic whose gifts and affection were the gold standard for women and the bane of men), I was the ���only son,��� I was the ���big brother��� to three sisters and I was the legendary ���wild uncle��� to their children. Everything in my life screamed ���Alpha Male,��� ���The Ultimate Man,��� ���Best Boy Ever,��� ���the Dude,��� and ���The Man.���
No one could guess that I, a top survival showrunner for the Discovery and History Channels, who had developed quite the resume for leading ��bermale productions to the world���s most dangerous and remote locations, was losing a lifelong battle for my soul.
SPOILER ALERT: It took true love from my wife of 26 years, for me to shake off fifty years of expectations from my family, society and myself. But first I had to face my own denial if I was going to dismantle the walls of a self-imposed prison.
In this time of Janet Mock, Jenny Boylan & Caitlyn Jenner, why did you want to write your story?
Well, it is interesting after all this time to suddenly be an ���it girl��� ��� but that���s why I knew I had to get it out there. For some, waking up in the wrong body day after day is something that too many of us simply spend a lifetime fighting down ���it���s a losing battle. For most of the books by the well known trans women, their journey was obvious (both to them and the reader). A life or death push made their decision for them. But what about those out there like me, who don���t know what to do when life is looking so right on the outside but has never been right on the inside. I knew that not everyone had been able to articulate their true identity until it was too late and the die was cast. Being who you are is not a choice, but so is ���not being��� who you are. As a woman, I was trapped not only in the wrong body, but in the wrong-ish life. I had to have the unshakable faith in my heart that what I was feeling was true, without God hitting me upside the head with 2x4, despite what the world was telling me about me. It was a subtle psychological ���cold war��� for my soul, where my sanity was questioned everyday. A war that lasted almost fifty years. I hope I���ve been able to illumine my trans experience in a way that will help the non-trans audience understand us all better and hopefully discover an example of how to face their own challenges, facades and coping mechanisms in their lives, what ever their identity, gender, or view.
When did you know you wanted to become a writer?
I have written all my life. I talked every teacher from middle school through high school into accepted screenplays instead of term papers (not a hard sell ��� scripts are 112 pages vs. a mere five pages for a book report, they thought I was nuts). I created and wrote for my own children���s show for two seasons, I���ve written for game shows, feature films and television drama & documentary. All were preparing for writing the next Lord of the Rings��� but ���Getting Back to Me��� is what came out of the lamp when I summoned the Genie. And, well, I am very pleased.
Have you always been interested in memoirs?
Ha��� okay, it���s like this: I was leery of my commitment to write a ���good one.��� As a reality television showrunner, my stock in trade is in really getting to know a real person and then drawing ���that character��� of a person out through interviews ��� and I know when someone is not being their true self. The same is true in memoirs. The best ones light up two lives, the author���s and the reader���s. So, I was a little, shall we say apprehensive, exposing myself in this way ��� not because of the potential for ���coloring��� the experience, but for not being able to articulate the truth. And, well��� failing to illumine either my or the reader���s life.
How long did it take you to write your book from start to finish?
This always gets me in trouble, but remember I���m a professional writer who���s used to working against deadlines. I wrote the first draft in April and May of 2015 and did the editing in June, July. Both my editor and I were ���all in,��� and we worked 12 hour days until the end when we were sending chapters back and forth until 3:00 am��� I don���t recommend it, but when it���s time to write��� you write, right?
What was the most challenging part about writing your book?
The most challenging part was trying to remain detached enough to write coherently about deeply painful moments. I will confess that I didn���t ever give myself permission to think about many of these events for most of my adult life. And I had to force myself to look unflinchingly and honestly at the people I love without protecting them. I���m sure I still sugarcoat my experiences of my father; love will do that to you. And I���m not sure if you���re ever supposed to give that up, nor if I want to, but he did raise me to be strong and tell it like it is, so��� after some struggle, I was able to accomplish it.
What are your writing goals for the next 12 months?
In the next 12 months I hope to write a dramatic television series based on my book. I���ve been developing it alongside the book, with a treasured colleague and mentor. She was the one who saw the series potential and encouraged me (actually her involvement as co-creator is the best encouragement there is). Oh, and finish my cookbook. I���ve got 75 recipes; my goal is 100. So far my family is very happy with the R&D stage. (Sorry for the extra pounds!)
Which authors have influenced you the most?
That���s a tough question and sort of like the desert island games (if you could only have one food���). I���ve written fiction all my life, so I try to make anything I write a good story. My ���big three��� are those who���ve written books that kept me ���chasing the light.��� So��� first up is J.R.R Tolkien. Yes, I���m a that girl. Geek with a capital G. I had blue jeans in high school and college that had permanent stretch marks in the back pocket from my ever-present and thoroughly thrashed copy of whatever one of the trinity (yes, I meant to say that) I was currently engrossed in, again. It was my security blankie and the beacon of hope that spread light throughout my darkest days.
J.K Rowling ��� call me a sucker for wizards & witches, J.K became my secret mentor, and like most teenage girls (of forty���) I practically inhaled both print and audio books of her saga. She showed a deft and gracious stroke of the subtlest shades of story.
And the writer who touched my heart and aspirations as writer the most is the revered Ray Bradbury ��� I had the great good fortune to sit at Ray���s feet (three times in three years) for an entire day while he was interviewed via satellite. He was 86 the first time, and he let us set-up cameras and lights during his morning writing session, while he sat in the center of chaos and quietly wrote in long hand on a legal pad what would be the first of his last three books. He would then turn it over to his assistant who would type it while he napped, ate lunch, and sat for rehearsal. He edited the typed material while the interviewers did their final checks, and then he set it down and stared into the camera and talked non-stop for 2 hours about the glory of the libraries. The following year, and the year after that, he did the same ��� same Ray NEW masterpiece��� until the day he left his body. May we all have that commitment to the word!
Sample chapter:
���Getting Back to Me��� from girl to boy to woman in just fifty years
CHAPTER 1
DUDE, YOU���RE SCREWED
Written at 35,000 feet, between sleeping strangers:
Exhausted. . . been on the road for almost 3 years straight . . . not freakin��� kidding! When we tabulated my ���days out of town��� for our taxes last year, it was easier to add up the days I was home, fifteen! This year we���re on track for even fewer. I did eight countries on four continents in three months. It���s not a record we can be proud of, my crew is toast, and I���m feeling like I barely got them out alive. Tempers are frayed, and our sense of accomplishment is more like survivor���s guilt. It���s not how I like to run a show.
Feeling defeated when I should be elated: a hit show! Broke my second season curse and the shows are going to look amazing. We hit that magic point in a TV show���s life when the cast is getting recognized in airports - we almost missed connections as they signed autographs and posed for pictures in JoBerg (South Africa) Norway and Romania. As we say on my crew, ���First world problems!���
Heck yes, I���m proud of what we built, but I can���t help feeling like this is the end. The network is in turmoil, (they never knew what to do with us, and they have a problem making ���intellevision.��� (Shows that require an IQ higher than a network suit.) We are one of the most expensive shows they have. My cast has not been treated well by our overlords and our pride of ownership is all we got left; it hurts my heart that we are living up to our name.
I say ���my,��� as in my crew, my cast, my show because, even though this show was not my idea, I can say without reservation or challenge that I am the mother bear of our little cub. I will confess that I had nothing to do with the title, ���Dude, You���re Screwed��� but I was the one who insured that a show where ���boys will be boys��� would not only redefine the survival genre, it would make for a fun ride. As comes with the territory, I take responsibility for the things that didn���t work (there were a few) as much as the things that did. I also confess to pushing, pulling, dragging and nagging, and when required, being such a pain in the butt there was no choice but to grant our wishes, so we could make a show that would be worthy of the insane effort my cast and crew put into every moment. As my dad would say, lead, follow or get the hell out of the way. So, I created and fostered a take-no-prisoners, us against the world, give-us-what-we-want-and-no-one-gets-hurt environment. . .
Did I say I was the Showrunner?
This is technically a nickname for my position. I am a Co-EP, which in reality television is the title for the one ���Executive Producer��� who was actually producing the television series. At the top of every show (the beginning) there is a list of Executive Producers who made the deal that made the show you are watching. These people are my bosses; I���m the one who is making the show they all promised to deliver.
I���m both the lead storyteller (creative) and business person (management) on the set. As my friend John Hudson RAF says, I���m ���the adult.��� It���s my name that gets approved by the network, a name built in the adventure doc-reality sect.
This probably the most ��bermale of the genres: remote, harsh locations and conditions that stretch personnel and equipment to their limits. In my career, I���ve lead crews into the amazon jungle (gold mining), the South Pacific (surfing), Iceland, Chile, Alaska, Nicaragua, the Arctic circle twice (survival). I���ve spent a summer chasing catfish noodlers (believe me they���re not hard to catch, the noodlers I mean) in Oklahoma���s Red River, and a hurricane season with Shrimpers on the Gulf of Mexico.
Not bad for a girl.
Wait. That was a cheap shot. I guess I���ll leave it in, because it illustrates what���s going on. . . I���m changing. I can���t even say the same jokes anymore. Count me in the-best-man-for-a-job-is-a-woman club. As cool as this whole life sounds, the glory is dimming. I don���t feel comfortable even seeing pictures of myself as a ���dude.���
I haven���t referred to myself as anything male or masculine for the past year. What���s odd is that I don���t seem to have any control over what���s happening to me and, stranger still, is that:
~ I don���t want control over these changes.
~ I like what���s happening.
~ I won���t do anything to stop the flow.
I will say it hasn���t been easy these last few months. The schedule was brutal and I shined because of it in some areas, taking care of my crew (as Tezzer says, ���Nobody got hurt, nobody got pregnant, nobody went to jail, it was a successful mission.���) But there were more than a few ���explosions��� and despite the fact that not a jury in the world would convict me (the above itinerary, plus a wife going thru chemo for the second time, and oh yeah, my gender dysphoria ��� the cool medical term for the psychological distress and trauma that occurs when your biology and your identity don���t match) that I���m not proud of. My rep as an unflappable Zen master; cool in the chaos, fun to be with and, more importantly, the one who brings home the story and a happy crew, was in jeopardy.
I am the showrunner for arguably the most testosterone fueled, �����ber-alpha-male-fest��� on TV. The only thing more masculine than us is the NFL. I���ve got an active duty Green Beret Master Sargent, an RAF Elite SERE Instructor (Survive Evade Resist (as in torture) & Escape), and a former navy SEAL, now college football coach, plus a revolving cast that include a Grizzly Bear tracker and other outdoorsmen.
I wish I could tell the world that this Ultra Boys club is run by a girl.
I wish I could tell my cast & crew.
And I feel like I need to hurry. My body is trying like hell to out me. My hair is past my shoulders and I get daily flak from the ���dudes��� for my girlie earrings (okay, everyone gets flak from them for anything). I���ve had to wear a jog bra all season long because ���the girls��� have grown two cup sizes (this is without hormones) and I can���t go swimming without a shirt. The SEAL noticed and announced at every watering hole, ���Why does the boss-man always wear a shirt in the swimming pool?���
At this point, I had no clue what was about to happen. I didn���t know it yet, but a lifelong struggle was ending and happening so quietly, so gently, that there was nothing to resist. Oddly, in the same way that I have been complicit in my own imprisonment, I���m looking the other way as the She in me files the bars of her cell for the jailbreak.
All I do know, as I feel the airplane cabin pressurize, is that I���m going home. Finally. It���s bitter sweet. I���m so homesick, I miss Mylove so bad, I���m literally walking into walls; you know that feeling you get when you haven���t eaten in so long that you don���t even know you���re starving? I���m numb. I���m so mentally fried, I can barely function, and I���m so sad. We���re not even thru post, the shows haven���t hit the air yet, and though I have nothing to base it on, I can feel it all ending.
As I sit on the plane, (I���ve lost track of how many times I���ve made sure my seatback and folding tray table were in the full and upright positions) my head is spinning. Numb as I am, I���m also oddly disoriented. A mental picture haunts me as I close my eyes: warning lights blink dully on the control panel of a ship already underwater. . . a ghostly warning that the ship went down before anyone could respond. . . I���m drifting as the bridge fills with cold murky ocean, I can sense I should care, that something vague is wrong, but, I���m lulled. . . the sense of falling, slowly, into intense silence, threatens to. . . SHIT! I sit bolt upright. It���s freakin��� true! It really happened! Courtney outted me! WTF!
Courtney is my dear friend and the Line Producer (she���s the money girl) on my show. We���ve become very close over the last three years. I call her ���Mom��� and even though she works under me, she���s the inside girl for the production company. She keeps track of the money I decide we���re spending. We are a great team. She���s the one who has our backs back at HQ, while I���m running through malaria, customs and freezing cold.
But as we sat waiting for our wrap party to begin last night, enjoying a margarita and a brief moment of quiet before our crew arrived, we recounted the year that just streaked past us both; Robin Williams had just passed, (among other real events) and Courtney lamented that ���The World According to Garp��� was her favorite Robin movie, that she could totally relate to it. Now maybe it was the margarita talking, but I replied, ���Me, too.���
(And, of course I pictured John Lithgow���s portrayal of the NFL tight end turned transsexual, Roberta
Muldoon.) What the hell am I doing? Warning lights! Sirens! Deflector Shields impotently sliding down their tracks, too late to stop the launch!
Courtney smiled as she sipped and said, ���Oh I bet you did.���
GOD SHE. . . KNOWS!
DIVERT ALL POWER TO THE FORWARD THRUSTERS, REVERSE ENGINES!
I tried to be cool, but I was trapped, or was I? Is this really happening, I asked myself? Or am I freaking out for nothing. Calm down!
I croaked, ���What do you mean by that?���
Courtney is a gentle soul, never confrontational, I���m the passionate one, I have to coach her to stick up for herself. She leaned in, eyes unwavering and whispered, ���What do you mean, what do I mean?���
I tried to shake it off. Was I making this up? Why was the air being sucked out of my lungs?
���I mean. . . Courtney, what are you saying?���
She gently grabbed my trembling hand, ���Sweetheart, I know.���
Time stopped. The shattering sound of cosmic airbrakes arresting the planet���s orbit. In an instant, everything would be flung into space and chaos.
My life had begun to revolve around this company, my new Denver family, and I loved them and loved being in charge of their most challenging, highest profile show. Only recently, had I begun to feel my place there was wobbly. I would always be the outsider; a ���Hollywood��� philosophy was a gamble in the Mile High City, (as it is in any city outside the 30 mile zone) and I couldn���t afford to make any mistakes. Because of my take no prisoner���s ethic, I could be more trouble than I was worth to some, and who wouldn���t want to step into my place, take over the coolest show in house, the crown jewel of the company, especially now, that I had figured it out for them, if I gave them half a chance?
It turned out that Courtney had always known I was transgender. She thought it was obvious and never thought she knew a ���secret��� about me, just who I was. Just Scott being Scott.
She said that every time she booked my air travel, it broke her heart to check the ���M��� box (under Gender) because it had to match my passport, even though it wasn���t true. I started to cry, which made her tear up, too. God bless this woman, I was going miss her terribly. She snuck one last comment in before the rest of our crew arrived. . .
���Besides, I thought your Google plus announcement confirmed it.���
���What are you talking about?���
���When you changed your gender on your profile to ���Female��� Google plus sent out an announcement to all of your contacts. I thought, good for her, she���s officially coming out.���
This is so not good. Could it be true? Why would she lie? As I sat with the shrapnel of this bomb all around me, the crew started filing in, and we had to shelve this for now.
I snuck into the bathroom and feverishly checked on my iPhone, sure enough, of the ten or so fields under profile, I had filled in only two: my birthdate & my gender: FEMALE!
I had unconsciously ���ousted myself.��� After almost 40 years of clandestine spycraft worthy of CIA deep cover to conceal my true identity, I had ousted myself with one keystroke. Seriously? Really? Seriously. Really.
As alarming as that should have been, I was. . . excited, and SCARED OUT OF MY MIND! I tried to talk it away, nobody pays that much attention to lil ���ol me, right?
Courtney had.
That was last night, and now I���m on this plane. . . buzzing. Sinking, too tired to fight and too anxious. It feels almost like excitement, but without the adrenaline. What now?
I will dive into home. Time to be with her. Time to rest & heal. Time to��� Time to��� be me?
That���s right, I���ve been promising myself that I would have ���it��� figured out by now. I have been dodging Mylove���s inquiries for months. And to keep both our sanity, it is time.
Even if I���m not ready, I don���t have a choice anymore. As we say on DYS, ���That train left the dock.���
Book Details:
���Getting Back to Me��� from girl to boy to woman in just fifty years by Scottie Jeanette Madden
Release Date: October 5, 2015���
Retail Price: $12.95���
Paperback: 6.0" x 9.0" (15.24 x 22.86 cm) Black & White on White paper 222 pages
Publisher: Zuzubean Press���
ISBN-13: 9780692541777���
ISBN-10: 0692541772 ���
BISAC: Biography & Autobiography / LGBT���
Distribution: Amazon, Amazon Europe, Ingram, Createspace
Summary:
The real-time account of the coming out of a respected adventure survival filmmaker taken from her journal entries as she leaves behind fear and ���white male privilege��� to embrace truth, grace and womanhood. Her gut-wrenching journey of love, acceptance and honesty becomes the ultimate survival show.
Scottie didn���t make it easy on herself. Like many late-stage trans women, Scottie had made one helluva guy; succeeding as husband of 26 years, the only son, the big brother to three sisters and the legendary adventurer uncle to their children. Everything in her life screamed ���alpha male,��� ���ultimate man,��� ���best boy ever,��� ���the dude,��� and ���the man.���
No one could guess that Scottie, a top survival showrunner for Discovery Channel and the History Channel, known for leading ��bermale productions into the world���s most dangerous and remote locations, was losing a lifelong battle for her soul. It takes true love from her wife of 26 years for Scottie to shake off fifty years of expectations from her family, society and herself.
About the Author
Though this is Ms. Madden���s first book, she is no stranger to the craft, with credits for creating and writing children's television (Pug & Zero���s Field Trip), feature film (the kiss), gameshows (Do You Trust Me? Duel, On the Cover and Last to Survive), primetime (Blood of Queens, The Other Woman, Out of the Wild, Dude, You're Screwed), and award winning screenplays (The Babe on Sunset, the kiss). Ms. Madden balances her time between being writing and producer/showrunner in the adventure documentary world. Known for her engaging storytelling and bold visual style, Scottie has over 30 years in the trenches. Rising through the technical ranks as camera operator and editor, she brings front line experience to her work as writer, director and showrunner. Her feature writing and directing debut, the kiss, was decorated in film festivals and was featured at AFM. As showrunner, Her recent work, Discovery���s Land Rush and the legendary Dude, You���re Screwed (Suvive That! Internationally) and Nat Geo���s The Ark. Her directing credits include Hot Tamales Live! and The Best of It���s Showtime at the Apollo comedy series.
To learn more about the author, visit zuzubean.com/authors
November 12, 2015
SERVANT OF THE BLOOD by Author Mel Massey
SERVANT OF THE BLOOD
By:
Mel Massey
Blurb:
The Servant of the Blood, Allatu, will always come when called and has for generations. She will fulfill wishes - for a price. Set in Tunisia, an ancient creature is called to do her master's bidding but nothing comes without a price.
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PrologueTwo covered figures, one bent with age and the other a child, quietly made their way from the main house into the night. The older of the two pulled the smaller one along in the dark by the hand as they walked further and further into the shadows.
This was the night of the new moon. It was the perfect chance to see the deed done. If what her son, Samir, told her was true, this would be the last chance she would have. She could not let her son and his family fall to ruin. She would not allow it. They thought her an old and feeble woman. True, the years have taken their toll on her body ��� but not her mind. Her mind was as keen as it ever was.
She remembered many things. Many lost and forgotten things handed down to her by her own grandmother. For many years, she had forgotten them all. Her marriage, her duties as a wife, and then motherhood whisked those tales away as if a hawk swooped down and carried them off. Only as she lay in her birthing bed, laboring to bring her sons into the world, did pieces of the tales return. They gave her strength. She was a wife, mother, and now a grandmother ��� but once she was Luja who knew the family���s secrets.
Now, after so many years had passed, she turned once again to those memories of her grandmother. The new moon was when one did this sort of thing, she remembered. Her granddaughter, Hala, was her ever-present shadow and she meant to share this thing with her. She pulled the sleepy child along in the dark, headed for the farthest corner of the gardens.
���I���m tired, Grandmother.��� Hala whispered.
���Hush, child. We have things to do, you and I.��� She looked once more over her shoulder and pushed on, past the unkempt and dying gardens to the farthest corner beside the stone wall. ���I think this will do.���
She handed Hala a small bundle wrapped in cloth before kneeling on the ground. She felt around until she found a stick big enough to suit her needs. With more force than she knew she still possessed, the old woman began to dig a hole beneath the olive tree. Her arthritic hands ached, but her spirit soared. She would see this thing done. It had to be done. No one else knew what she did. She would save her family.
Hala sat heavily on the ground, her head resting in her hands as she watched her grandmother dig. That was good. Let her see each step. Let her understand there are ways beyond those of the modern world to get what one needs. Tonight, she was herself again. She imagined herself the young and beautiful Luja who had a wild spirit and a quick temper. In the morning, she would be Grandmother again��� but not yet.
Satisfied with the size of the hole, Luja reached for the bundle in Hala���s arms. She snatched it from her and anxiously unwrapped the contents. The girl���s curiosity roused her from her fatigue. She leaned forward to see the objects of the bundle laid out in the dirt. A precious bowl of honey and two figs sat beside another, longer item.
Luja carefully began unwrapping linen from around it. It was sacred to her family, her grandmother told her. It was only to be used in the direst of circumstances. How to use it was only taught to the daughters of the family, for men were not permitted to touch such things.
���What is that, Grandmother?��� Hala whispered.
���Our salvation, sweet girl.��� From the folds of aged linen, a statue emerged. It was carefully made. The age, Luja did not know. She knew it was delicate and priceless. It was made from clay but held together by a thin layer of gold. It was the image of a woman, naked but for carvings on the body. She did not know what they meant but she showed Hala the statue reverently. It was as shiny as the day Luja���s own grandmother showed it to her. She remembered her voice shook as she told Luja of the power in the statue and how it worked. Luja asked her grandmother if she would ever use it. ���I would not dare,��� she told her. Well, Luja dared.
���Who is it? Why is she naked?���
���She is the one who will help our family.��� Luja told her.
���How? Papa says we have no money and soon we���ll be living on the streets. Are we going to sell this, Grandmother? Sell it to pay the money Papa owes?��� Hala���s words drove a knife into her heart. No child should know of the woes of her parents. Samir was foolish and selfish to say such things where the children could hear. But his foolish and selfish ways were the reason they were in such dire straights. He gambled what they had and risked everything on dreams that never came true.
���No, my child. We will not sell her. She is priceless and too powerful to sell, but she can help us in other ways. Give me your hand,��� Luja carefully placed the golden statue in the hole and reached for Hala. ���It will only hurt for a moment.��� Before the child could understand, Luja pulled a knife from the folds of her dress and made a small cut in the palm of her hand.
���Ouch, Grandmother!��� Hala tried to pull her hand back but Luja kept it firmly grasped over the gold statue.
���She only requires a little blood, child. When you come of age, you will bleed every month. Blood is nothing to women. Men like to think they know of blood and pain but we are the ones who truly know. Now, you know the power of your blood. It is precious because you are a virgin, unspoiled by men. Mine would not do for this. There,��� she released her grip on the girl���s hand and watched as the crimson droplets painted the gold surface. ���That is enough.���
���Who is she?��� Hala asked, holding her injured hand close to her chest.
���She is the servant of the blood. She is the giver of desires and the force of the Mother. I do not know her name. She is what she has always been to our family ��� our salvation and our curse.���
���What do we do now?���
���We bury her, Hala. Then leave the offerings. If they are pleasing, if we are pleasing, she will hear them and come to answer our prayers.���
���Is it right what we are doing, Grandmother? I���m not sure Papa will approve,��� Hala said as she stood.
���Certainly, he wouldn���t. If he did, I should question my actions.���
���I don���t understand������
���Never you mind, my dear. Come, help me cover her and set these offerings to right.���
���How will we know? How will we know if she will help us or not, Grandmother?��� Hala asked as she scooped dirt back into the hole.
���I am not certain. We women must do what we can to save those we love. Here, hand me that bowl.��� Luja placed the bowl of honey directly above the buried statue. ���There, we have done what we can. It is out of our hands now.���
Luja and Hala covered their heads once again and silently made their way back through the garden toward the house. The girl still held her injured hand close to her chest and her grandmother pulled her along in the dark. It had been years since Luja felt so alive. She committed a great sin tonight. This sin was one she would not apologize for. She was a woman and women must do what they can in the shadows to see their families prosper in the light of day.
November 7, 2015
A Game Of Thrones #ScintillatingSunday
"Round about them will serve boys of perpetual freshness."
Koran 56:17
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A Game Of Thrones
is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young
Video trailer for UNBRIDLED http://bit.ly/1CqXmCP
Excerpt:
After dinner Andy suggested we play a game of hide and seek within the Maktub.
The rules of the game:
a) The seeker shuts his eyes without peeking and counts to 50, while the others hide.
b) If the seeker finds the hiders within 10 minutes, the seeker will require the hiders to remove an item of clothing.
c) If the 10 minutes are up and the seeker cannot find the hiders, the hiders get to remove an item from the seeker.
d) The loser is the person with nothing on.
e) The winner or winners will have the loser or losers perform a task of the winner���s choosing.
I was left wearing my birthday suit within the next 40 minutes, with Sayid coming in second, in his briefs. Andy had won.
Sitting by the edge of the dip pool with his legs dangling in the water Andy demanded his reward, "Young, get in the pool and put your face between my crotch and inhale deeply."
Defying my Valet's orders I playfully refused his demands and started running away naked, screaming and giggling around the suite until caught by my lover and Sayid. They tickled me unrelentingly, sending me into fits of giggles and laughter as I struggled to free myself from their forceful clutches. Kicking and screaming, Andy carried and threw me into the dip pool before plunging in. Continuing their playful torture, we elapsed into uncontrollable laughter and were sexually aroused by this childs��� play. Andy pinned me to the side of the pool and began grinding his crotch against my backside, while holding my hands spread eagle against the tiles. My lover, excited by my mock chastity, rubbed his hardness against my wiggling bottom, simulating thrusting motions. His erection was straining for release from his soaked underwear.
Sayid, excited by this domineering foreplay, leaned forward, planting his sensual lips on mine, prying my mouth open with his probing tongue, stirring my sexual desires to surrender to his urgent kisses. As he held onto my slender waist, I felt my lover's throbbing manhood, grinding against my buttocks under the splashing aqua. Sayid lifted himself off the pool, sat astride and cradled my head between his spread legs. Before I had time to inhale, the boy���s throbbing hardness was jamming down my throat. I expertly suckled and lapped at his length, enjoying the rough treatment forced upon me by both Masters. Lifting his boyish bottom off the pool's edge, the Arab pushed my head onto his pulsating length, feeding its hardness into my mouth, claiming his winner���s prize in our Game of Thrones. My lover, aroused by my submissiveness, was pounding my buttocks with abandon. Choking and gulping for air I savored the wild deliriousness, fed from the front while surrendering my rear to my demanding lover. I had gone to Allah's paradise, not desiring to return anytime soon.
That evening at the pool we took turns playing our nimble Game of Thrones, changing partners and positions until the wee hours passed midnight. We cuddled in comfort and contentment in each other's embrace, on the King, before peaceful slumber fell upon us. The beauty of young love.
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.
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 13 months running.
Email: young@aharemboysaga.com
Website: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/
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UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v
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5.0 out of 5 stars "Unbridled: A Harem Boy's Saga" Review
By Kindle Customer on January 1, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition
My reading of the first book in A Harem Boy's Saga made me anticipate the second one eagerly, though I was unfortunately not able to read it as quickly as I wanted. It was definitely worth the wait, however. In the first book, we were introduced to the young man, the author himself, who described his life and experiences before being sent to a certain academy for young men.
In the second book, Unbridled, the writing was much stronger than in the first book but didn't detract from the wonderful descriptive writing I had enjoyed in the first story. But where in the first story the boy Young grew up and learned about himself, in the second story he learned about love as much as he learned to explore his own feelings. Since I am a sucker for a good love story, this element hit the perfect note with me as a reader.
Another aspect of this story I enjoyed was the elements of fashion, one of Young's passions, which he hinted at in the first book. In this book, however, he alternates the narrative of the past with the present day. I liked this literary device and it worked well with the story.
What I truly admire about this author is how he embraces who he is and revels in his experiences. I wish that more LGTB people were able to unflinchingly reveal themselves and be happy in their own skin. I understand our society has a long way to go before this is a real possibility, but it is authors such as Young who help pave the way for equality.
I'm interested in following the rest of Young's story. I would like to find out where Young went next. Overall, this is a well written love story with some excellent descriptive writing that brings exotic locations, larger than life characters, and the world of fashion to life.
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November 6, 2015
November 1, 2015
Orion And The Illustrator #ScintillatingSunday
"I did some artistic nudes when I was 18 with a French-Canadian photographer while I was modeling.
They were beautiful shots, and they were not about nudity."
Lexa Doig
Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday blog hop where multiple romance author share 1 to 8 paragraphs only of one of their novels.
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Orion And The Illustrator
is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young
Video trailer for DEBAUCHERY���http://goo.gl/QxZTUO
Excerpt:
Julian behaved professionally throughout our photo-shoot. Andy was given a pair of loose-fitting sweat pants without any top, while Orion and I wore only sweatshirts without trousers. While I was sandwiched between Orion and Andy, my lover sprouted a hard-on. He was standing behind me against my nakedness and began rotating his pelvis against my derri��re, causing my libido to stir. My cock started to wake with each of Andy���s gentle gyrating motions. I was soon standing erect and so was Orion's manhood. As we stood in close proximity and caressed each other, our organs began rubbing against each other as if performing an erotic dance. I could not subdue my bobbing erection with my Valet's hardness bouncing against my derriere. His encouragement stirred our trio���s sensuality to a heightened state of arousal.
Julian took this provocation as a sign that he would be getting some superb photographs, both for his portfolio and for his personal enticement. Although the illustrator was clothed, his hardening genitalia peeked over the top of his jersey pants. Glistening strings of translucent fluid were leaking onto his hairy torso. He had on a sleeveless cropped top that displayed his well-defined six-pack. His bulbous pronouncement approved of our sensuality. He kept clicking as he viewed his 3 models through his camera lens. He did not stop circling the room as we propagated our concupiscence.
Orion wasted no time in his active persuasion. We kissed passionately for the camera and for our personal gratification. Andy urged me from behind as he pulled my waist towards his swelling protuberance. Orion's pulverizing protrusion pressed compellingly against my hardness from the opposite end. Bending forwards, I scooped his erection into my eager mouth, ablactating his lusciousness as if I was deprived of nourishment. His leakage tasted deliciously masculine and his groin smelled deliriously intoxicating. Andy dropped his pants. He was gliding his stiffness against my butt cheeks. Spitting to lubricate his curved member, he eased into my offering orifice. My lover and the ���big brother��� filled me to the brim from opposite directions.
Julian could no longer hold off his desires. He discarded his sweatpants to join the party, feeding me his pleasurable inches together with Orion���s jutting edifice. I was in 7th heaven, engulfing both shafts into my oral opening. Taking turns to satisfy our frenzied lust, I devoured them hungrily. I was a famished baby needing feed, and the men took turns weaning my esurient mouth. I promised them further satisfaction when Andy had consummated my rear. Our alluring sexuality took on an alternative flight when my lover could no longer hold off his sexual patronage. Letting out several cries, he filled me with his adoring emotions, depositing his virility deep within my person. He slumped his heaving chest against the small of my back while his waning length slid slowly away from my dripping hollow, only to be replaced by Orion's gluttonous engorgement. The model eased into my well-lubricated opening effortlessly. He began our love dance with a gentle foxtrot before progressing to a hot Peruvian salsa, reverting to an irresistible Buenos Aires mambo, and finally ending with the cr��me de la cr��me of dirty dancing, an Argentinian tango that filled me with his oozing Latino charisma. I desired more, more than my fill. Julian seemed to read my lascivious thoughts. He took over the model���s position and was now pounding inside me with vigor. He could no longer hold off his exhilarating urgency. The artist unloaded into my obedient aperture. Their intoxicating virility mixed with my masturbatory actions sent me shaking uncontrollably; I exploded all over the floor. The BB and my beloved did not want any of my spills to go to waste. They lapped up every drop before feeding me my seed in a three-way kiss. We suckled, we caressed and we shared my delectable appetizer between us. Julian had moved behind to my back. He delved his tongue into my pulsating wetness, relishing on Andy's and Orion's deposits before plunging his salivating mouth onto my semi-erect boyhood, savoring the remnants of my ejaculation.
The four of us spent the remainder of the day together in the warmth of Julian's flat before taking in a provocative movie at the nearby Electric Cinema Club. As Lexa Doig had professed, "I did some artistic nudes when I was 18 with a French-Canadian photographer while I was modeling. They were beautiful shots, and they were not about nudity." I, like Ms. Doig, also did some artistic nudes when I was an adolescent with an English-French photographer while I was modeling. They, too, were beautiful shots, and they were not about nudity but artistic expression of love.
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 seven volumes.
A Harem Boy's Saga - Book III - DEBAUCHERY; a memoir by Young
Amazon best selling GLBT memoir .
Email: young@aharemboysaga.com
Website: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/
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5.0 out of 5 stars "DEBAUCHERY: A Harem Boy's Saga" Review
Simply Wow!
By Racquel on December 14, 2014
Format: Kindle Edition
I really liked this adventure! Synopsis - We return to the story of a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society and was taken to the Middle East. Volume III of the memoir continues with the love story between the boy and his mentor and we now find ourselves at the third harem of which he becomes a part of���the Quwah, the household of a prince.
Now the boy and Andy, his ���valet��� are confidantes to the prince and assistants in ���Carousel��� an international dance club project as well as a photography plan, ���Sacred Sex in Sacred Places.��� This is not fiction but the memoirs of the boy and they will eventually cover seven volumes. Now that he is located in the household of the royal palace, he has a chance to learn more than ever before. On the other hand, he finds himself in some really uncomfortable situations and gets caught in them. He also comes into contact with some less than favorable characters.
What many may not realize is that this the true story of the author���s own experiences and while we, in the West, may deem what he went through to be taboo and horribly inappropriate, we must understand that there are places in the world today where people actually participate in activities that are unrelated to us here. There are affairs that rob one of personal freedom and there are many places where sex and love do not go hand-in-hand. I admire the author���s bravery in putting this out there for the world to see.
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October 30, 2015
STILL CRAZY by Diana Rubino
About Diana
My passion for history and travel has taken me to every locale of my books, and short stories, set in Medieval and Renaissance England, Egypt, the Mediterranean, colonial Virginia, New England, and New York. My urban fantasy romance, FAKIN��� IT, won a Top Pick award from Romantic Times. I���m a member of Romance Writers of America, the Richard III Society and the Aaron Burr Association. I live on Cape Cod with my husband Chris. In my spare time, I bicycle, golf, play my piano and devour books of any genre.
About STILL CRAZY���
Can an obsession continue from beyond the grave?
Clay Lynch is obsessed with his ex-girlfriend Alyssa Tyler. Convinced they���re destined for each other, he stalks, pesters and torments her���he creeps up to her bedroom window, he follows her onto planes, he wrecks her wedding by abducting her. His arrest and prison sentence assure her he���s finally out of her life��� until his remains are found in the Arizona desert. On the anniversary of the day they met, she receives a haunting text message. Is he now stalking her from beyond the grave?
Where did STILL CRAZY come from?
It went through many incarnations over the last 26 years! In 1989, I took a detour from my romance genre and wrote a thriller about a stalking ex. It was set in the present, then, but I updated and revised it many times. Back then there were no cell phones, no internet, no GPS���s, and none of those songs or bands existed!
An excerpt from
STILL CRAZY
She brought her car in for servicing the next morning, parking in his lot next to a red and white taxi. Her mechanic called her a little after two. ���Your car is ready, Alyssa. Hey, do you know you have a GPS tracking device attached underneath it?���
���What?��� She shook her head, baffled. ���I have a GPS in the dashboard, but not under the car.���
���Oh, yeah, you do. This is a tracking device. Somebody has a GPS and a dot will flash on the screen to show your exact location, as long as you���re within range. You want me to take it out?���
She instantly knew who this ���somebody��� was. She felt as if a ton of bricks clobbered her square in the face.
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October 25, 2015
Loving You Is Easy To Do #ScintillatingSunday
Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday blog hop where multiple romance author share 1 to 8 paragraphs only of one of their novels.
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Loving You Is Easy To Do
is a scintillating excerpt from A Harem Boy's Saga - Book II - UNBRIDLED; a memoir by Young
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"Love is like the wild-rose briar; friendship is like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?"
Emily Bronte
Excerpt:
Loving Andy was natural and easy, much like well-oiled equipment churning smoothly as the gears fitted together effortlessly. After a light dinner at the hotel restaurant, we retired to our villa for a quiet evening ��� just the two of us. Seated comfortably in front of the fireplace, I leaned against my lover���s chest as he lovingly stroked my hair with his nimble fingers. Feeling his intoxicating breath against the back of my neck, I voluntarily tilted my ear to receive his transcendent breathing, which was decisively stirring my loins to wake. Andy's closeness encased me in an aura of indescribable passion, wrapping me in a cocoon of sensuality as I surrendered willingly to my lover���s gentle caresses. Before long, his sensuous tongue was nibbling at my ear lobes, sending electric currents to my arching spine. As he turned me to him, we kissed longingly, prying each other���s lips open as we gave in to our intimate desires. His manliness overwhelms me still; darting chills of enraptured kisses pleasured my body, tempting me to surrender my nakedness to his alluring masculinity. Slowly but surely our love dance took flight, inhaling and releasing our life forces into the cores of our inner beings. We were inseparable; we were merging into an undecipherable entity of love.
Pieces of clothing lay discarded on the floor as we moved with sensual precision to our rhythmic love tango. Andy's intoxicating scent held me captive while my unconditional love sealed our union, propelling us into blissful states of transcendent nirvana. The fiery warmth captured by our innumerable body heat took flight as we sealed our earthly bond; we were spiraling upwards to meet the heavenly Gods of Olympia. My lover needed no lubricant to slide inside me; neither did I require added stimulation to surrender to my handsome Apollo. Lustful orgasmic releases were not required to satisfy our human longings, I was happy to feel his love deep within and he was utterly delighted to bathe in my glowing warmth. Together we lay in our overflowing nectar of sweet contentment rocking ourselves into a lullaby of peaceful slumber. I was one with my beloved and he with me. United, we did not wake until the following morning. I didn't want his stiffness to leave, neither did he desire to release from my core. We stayed entangled until our hungry stomachs called to be fed. We finally disengaged, vowing to be together again as soon as we have an opportunity.
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.
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 13 months running.
Email: young@aharemboysaga.com
Website: http://aharemboysaga.com/wp/
UK Amazon: http://amzn.to/1DkHC8v
US Amazon: http://amzn.to/1FMlHVY
5.0 out of 5 stars "Unbridled: A Harem Boy's Saga" Review
By Kindle Customer on January 1, 2015
Format: Kindle Edition
My reading of the first book in A Harem Boy's Saga made me anticipate the second one eagerly, though I was unfortunately not able to read it as quickly as I wanted. It was definitely worth the wait, however. In the first book, we were introduced to the young man, the author himself, who described his life and experiences before being sent to a certain academy for young men.
In the second book, Unbridled, the writing was much stronger than in the first book but didn't detract from the wonderful descriptive writing I had enjoyed in the first story. But where in the first story the boy Young grew up and learned about himself, in the second story he learned about love as much as he learned to explore his own feelings. Since I am a sucker for a good love story, this element hit the perfect note with me as a reader.
Another aspect of this story I enjoyed was the elements of fashion, one of Young's passions, which he hinted at in the first book. In this book, however, he alternates the narrative of the past with the present day. I liked this literary device and it worked well with the story.
What I truly admire about this author is how he embraces who he is and revels in his experiences. I wish that more LGTB people were able to unflinchingly reveal themselves and be happy in their own skin. I understand our society has a long way to go before this is a real possibility, but it is authors such as Young who help pave the way for equality.
I'm interested in following the rest of Young's story. I would like to find out where Young went next. Overall, this is a well written love story with some excellent descriptive writing that brings exotic locations, larger than life characters, and the world of fashion to life.
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October 22, 2015
TIES THAT BIND by C. P. Mandara (Dark BDSM Erotica Authoress)
It's FINALLY here! The naughtiness that happens in Albrecht Stables finally comes to a climatic end. (18+ Audience Only)
Blurb:
Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff's terms for his daughter's release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal's sanity depends upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of the Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one. Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world's top photographers. As the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity. Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond. Escape for Jenny is beginning to seem like an impossible dream...
Excerpt:
If you want me to utter that safe word, you���re going the wrong way about it,��� breathed Jenny, who was still struggling to rub her body against his.
He barked out a laugh. ���Oh you���ll utter your naughty little word before the night is out,��� whispered Mark, nuzzling his lips against her neck, ���but at the moment, I want to lick, bite, nibble, pinch, tweak and chew every inch of you. She made a face at him and he shook his head, amused. ���Relax, you���ll enjoy it.��� She narrowed her eyes at that. ���OK,��� he amended, ���you���ll enjoy most of it.���
Whatever Jenny���s reply to his comment might have been was lost, for his mouth descended quickly upon her sex and employed every trick in the book to get her to panting level in record time. When she���d reached the ���ten-seconds-to-blast-off��� point, he abruptly stopped and moved on to other ���less sensitive��� body parts. She made lots of funny gurgling noises, and some interesting Kung Fu moves against his knot-work, but ultimately, she just had to wait and endure. He planned to cover her entire body with his tongue-work and lips, and he started high, tracing the delicate lines of her cheekbones, the ridge of her lips, the line of her nose, and the arch of her neck. Nipping at the tightly pointed buds of her nipples and palpating the soft flesh of her abdomen, he then moved to bite the tender inner flesh of her thighs and tongue a wavy line of worship down to her ankles. He sucked toes, pretty little red-tipped toes that were stretched high in the air, and then he got down low and traced a path around her plugs with his tongue. Under her arms, over her shoulders, down to her tight little waist, he suckled, blew, kissed and even hummed tunes against her skin. She smelled divine. She tasted better. It was a shame she was not edible, for he could have eaten her whole. When he had covered her body from top to bottom at least twice, only then did he return to his shot glass.
With his long fingers, he gently pried the glass loose from the tight confines of her pussy, not able to contain his smile of satisfaction when she groaned at its removal. ���You like being filled.��� It was a statement, not a question, which was just as well, because he didn���t get an answer. ���Do you like being stretched, I wonder?��� Inserting the middle and index finger of his right hand into her dripping wet channel, he began to stretch the soft, wet walls of her sex. There was another groan. ���I guess I���ll take that as a yes,��� he murmured. Making slow scissor motions with his fingers, he began to stretch the tight flesh of her pussy, opening her up. ���Can you guess what I���m going to do next?��� With his fingers still slipping and sliding inside her, he held up his shot glass and twirled the remaining liquid around. ���You only get one guess, Princess.���
���Oh God, please tell me you���re not,��� said Jenny, who spoke thickly and with stilted pauses. His fingers appeared to be quite the distraction.
���Oh,��� breathed Mark happily, ���I���m afraid I am.��� Tilting the glass to a forty-five degree angle he let it hover for just a second, and as soon as Jenny grimaced and closed her eyes, he slowly began to pour.
���It���s still warm,��� she whimpered in a pained voice.
���It���ll be nothing compared to the temperature I���m about to rocket you up to, given a couple of a minutes.���
���How are you going to get that out again? You can suck it out, surely?��� Jenny opened one eye at him and gave him a nasty look.
���We���ll have to hope, for your sake, that I can. Otherwise I���ll be searching the apartment up and down for a straw, and then I might get distracted and feel the need to blow bubbles.���
She gave a horrified shudder beneath him, but then his mouth was upon her and it was all about pleasure. He flipped the stereo on with his spare hand and the shuffle function found the ���Flower duet,��� from the opera ���Lakm����� which usually reminded him of the British Airways commercial, but tonight he had other things on his mind. It was a strangely appropriate piece, but he hadn���t the time to consider the intricacies of opera at the moment. He was focused. He had his goal in sight and he was nothing if not an overachiever.
He suckled, tongued, stroked and slurped. Light trickles of Sambuca ran into his mouth, flavoured with her unique, spicy essence that made the subtle hint of elderflower and the strong tang of liquorice seem like nectar from the Gods. Speaking of Gods, she tasted heavenly. Earthy, musky, flowery, and there was a hint of sweetness he couldn���t quite put his finger on. She seemed to have a particular scent and taste that drove him wild, and tonight, he intended to indulge himself. She wouldn���t be getting a sip of this particular vintage. This was all for him and he savoured each drop. When her thighs began trembling beneath his hands, he increased the suction of his mouth and captured her clit. In a few artful flicks, he had her screaming and then he could wait no longer. He was inside her. With long, tortured thrusts of urgency, he finally found solace within her body. She squeezed him tightly, somehow remembering what she had been taught and as he ran his fingers up and down her body, caressing and stroking her arms, breasts and thighs, he lost himself. One moment he was a sensible, control-freak style dominant and in the next he was a rutting beast. He needed to pull himself back and rein it in, or this session would not end as planned.
Pulling out of Jennifer Redcliff���s body was one of the hardest things he had ever done. Considering how long it had taken him to immerse himself inside it, it was hardly surprising. Breathing hard, he withdrew his aching cock, and it was clear she felt the same way for her body tried desperately hard to hold on to him. ���They���ve taught you well, I see,��� he said with a sardonic smile, as he finally gathered his breath back.
���Oh God,��� she moaned.
���I���m that good, huh?���
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So what's new in the latest instalment of Pony Tales?
Imaginative Bondage - Jenny is about to find herself centre stage in Leyland Forbes palatial mansion as he works to entertain his guests in what will be the BDSM party of the century. She will find herself sprayed up in body paint and forming part of a moving exhibition - a carousel - before being dipped several feet underwater for experimental underwater games.
Marianna and the 'No Panties' rule - What happened to Marianna after we left her in Atlantisse? Well, she's about to feature as a human dessert plate for the entertainment of Mark Matthews and a few others, besides. Then, when she arrives back at the office, she will have to face her 'no panties' punishment - which involves her walking around the office with... yes, you've guessed it... her panties around her ankles.
Mark and Jenny - Finally some alone time for Mark and Jenny! Lots of shocking, naughty games ensue and she'll have a rather intimate experience with a shot glass. A safe word will be chosen and Mark will do all he can to make sure that it is uttered before the evening comes to a close.
Redcliff - This man wants to watch Mark squirm, and preferably at his feet. The tactics he will employ to make sure that will happen are going to make your eyes water!
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About the Author:
Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.
She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn���t mean that she doesn���t enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn���t big enough) is her riding crop.
In her spare time she���s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she���s one of few woman who wouldn���t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you���ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
If anyone would like more information, I can be stalked here:
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