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LOVE MOST INCONVENIENT: Three stories

Excerpt 1 - No Vacancy

When a loud rustling sound jarred John out of a dead sleep, he scarcely dared to breathe. Someone was trying to break
into his room. Very slowly, he moved to the edge of the bed, reached down, and grabbed hold of the baseball bat he kept
on the floor beside him at night. He was trembling like a leaf when he crept across the room, but he held the bat steady in
his hand, hovering just beside the window, listening intently. He waited with baited breath, heart pounding in his chest as
he watched the window rise. Suddenly a head appeared then part of a torso.
John raised the bat and just as the body began to slide in through the window, he slammed it down hard on the shadowy
figure’s head.
"Ow! Jesus Christ!" A deep voice growled. "What in the fuck did you hit me for?"
John raced around the bed and made two attempts to switch on the lamp before light finally flooded into the room.
Haphazardly, he threw on his robe and shoved the bat underneath it. "I have a gun!" he announced loudly, trying to
sound threatening. John’s hand shook so badly he could hardly control the bat. It was doing a bizarre dance under his
robe.
The man on the floor glared up at him with pain filled eyes. He rubbed his head then jumped to his feet. "Well so do I,” he
snapped, “only mine is real."
The man took a step toward him. John gripped the bat. "It’s a deadly weapon. If you're planning on raping, or robbing me,
I'll use it."
"What in fuck is wrong with you?" Manuel gave him a strange look. "I don't want to rape you. I just want to sleep. Who in
the hell are you and what are you doing in my bedroom?"
"Your bedroom?" John echoed. "I think the nut house is back that a way fellow, a few miles down the road." John patted
the bat under his robe. "I pay rent on this apartment."
"You know,” Manuel sneered, rubbing his head again, “it would be far more effective if you just showed me the bat. That
way, it looks as if you're happy to see me if you know what I mean, really happy, actually." He raised an eyebrow.
John turned crimson red. He took out the bat and waved it at him. "Don't come any closer. I'll....ah... call the police."
"I am the police," the man muttered, whipping off the black cap he wore as he moved past him.
John couldn’t believe this guy. He just walked down the hall to the kitchen like he owned the joint. John followed him
with trepidation. He watched aghast as the man opened the fridge and took out some left over pasta then got a folk from
the drawer and began to eat it. He was leaning against the counter, totally ignoring him.
John gripped the bat in his fist. "You can't just eat my food. There are places, soup kitchens. They’ll feed you. I could call
one if you like."
Manuel issued him a forced smile. "That’s okay,” he replied, his mouth full of pasta, “they’re not open at this time of
night."
"I’m calling the cops," John reached for the phone.
Manuel moved his coat aside and showed him his gun without looking at him. Then he let the coat fall back into place
and continued eating the pasta.
This guy really did have a gun. Jesus Christ.. "Look, you can have me, but please don't pee on me, and wear a condom
because I really don't want to catch anything."
The guy didn’t blink.
"Did you hear me?"
"Yes," he said, swallowing, "you said not to pee on you and to use a condom." He put down the empty dish and looked
at him. "Who are you again?"
John sighed. "It's best we keep this impersonal."
The man met his gaze. “I don’t get it.”
"Well, transference and stuff. Have you seen that film where the guy kidnaps the girl and they get to know all about each
other, and they fall in love, it's very romantic...only he’s really nuts and then when the police come...."
"Aha!" The man pointed a finger at him. "You're a bloody actor, aren't you?"
"How did you know?"
He pushed away from the counter. "My ex was an actor. They're real drama queens."
John stood in the corner. "Whatever you’re going to do to me, I ask only that you don't hit me in the face. My face is my
living. I just got a bit part in a movie and..." John stopped talking. It didn't appear that the man was even listening to him.
John made a face, following him as he walked into the living room.
"He's gone, isn't he?" Manuel turned and looked at him.
"Who?" John asked. “Who’s gone?”
"You know who!" Manuel replied hotly. "Stop playing games."
"Ok," John swallowed. The best thing to do was play along, not to make him angry. Obviously, the guy was deranged. "I
see him too. He's over there in the corner, right?"
"Who’s in the corner?"
"The one that’s gone? I mean he was gone, now he's back. But he left a message for you."
Manuel titled his dark head, narrowing his eyes. "He left a message? Isn't that great? He doesn't even bother to let me
know what in hell is going on. He leaves a message! What did he say?"
"He said," John folded his arms across his chest to keep himself calm, "he said not to get upset or hurt anyone. There
are people out there who can help you with your little problems."
Manuel stared at him for a good long time in the darkened living room. “What in hell are you talking about? What people
out where? Are you on drugs?”

Excerpt 2 - Right Before My Eyes

That night about two in the morning, Paul made his way to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and stood in front of it,
wearing only his underwear.
He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a deep voice say from behind him. "Watch out, you're going to get a
draft standing in front of the fridge like that."
Paul closed the door and turned around with a gasp. "You ass! Don't sneak up on me like that. You scared me shitless."
Marco was standing there in front of him, also wearing next to nothing. He had on a very skimpy pair of black underwear.
Paul’s eyes went automatically to the bulge between his legs then to the floor.
"You're horrible at that," Marco groaned, moving in beside Paul to look inside the fridge.
"At what?" Paul muttered, moving away from him.
"Checking out a guy’s package. You got to be more subtle about it," he replied, laughing.
"I was...was...not...checking out your..." Paul stuttered, embarrassed.
“Of course you were.” He closed the fridge door. "Here let me show you how to do it," he offered with a comical grin. He
placed his hands on Paul’s shoulders. "Okay, stand right there."
“What are you doing?" Paul protested, his face twisting into a grin himself.
Marco moved his eyes over him a few times then settled on Paul’s face. "See!" He threw up his hands.
Paul shook his head, laughing. "You really are an ass. I can't believe you just did that."
"You're blushing," he accused, pointing his finger.
"I am not," Paul replied.
"Blushing!" Marco repeated, loudly pointing his finger again.
"Okay, Delino, you’re going to pay for that one!" Paul squealed and chased him out of the kitchen.
He reached out and knocked Marco over the sofa onto his back, landing hard on top, pushing his arms over his head.
"Take it back, jerk!" Paul insisted, his face trying to be serious but overflowing with laughter.
"Never," Marco struggled underneath him.
"I was not blushing and I was not checking out your package."
"Were too," he sang back loudly.
They started to laugh. The struggling continued and then suddenly they both realized that here they were, half naked,
lying on top of each other and there was no way to disguise the fact that they were both hard as rock.
Paul sobered first and released his hold on Marco. He found himself looking into his eyes and he wasn't laughing
anymore. Marco's laughter also died in his throat.
Paul went to climb off of him. "I’m sorry...I..."
Marco held onto his arms. “Don’t,” he whispered. “Don’t run away.”
“I’m not running anywhere, I’m...” He was lost suddenly looking down into his eyes. Marco’s mostly naked body was so
close to his.
“Kiss me,” Marco invited.
“What?” Paul laughed, trying to pull away but Marco held him face.
“God damn it, Paul, kiss me. Don’t be scared.”
“I’m not scared.”
Marco lifted up his head and kissed his mouth hotly.
Paul gasped. “What are you....Marco, don’t...I...”
Marco kissed him again, this time pulling him back down on top of him.
Paul moaned against him, drowning in those kisses, his entire body on fire from being this close to him. What in hell were
they doing? He began to struggle again. What if he let it happen? What if....no...it couldn’t happen. “Stop it, Marco!”
Marco released him, and sat up. “I’m sorry,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"It was nothing, really. We were only fooling around.” Paul sat up, not looking at him. “It was just a harmless kiss."
“Is that what it was?”

Excerpt 3 - My Name is Dane

Mark stood up and walked slowly to the bedroom. He tried to tell himself he had to play tough. He’d even put a bit of
scare into him if he had to. He cleared his voice and walked into the room, squaring his jaw.
"What in the fuck!" The man on the bed pulled furiously against his constraints, glaring at him. "Untie me right now."
"You...you won't get loose," Mark said hesitantly, keeping his distance. "I'm pretty good at tying knots."
"Who in the hell are you? Why did you hit me? What did you stick me with?"
"I don’t think it was anything that will leave any permanent damage, although, it wouldn't hurt for guys like you with your
lack of morals, to be impotent."
"Impotent!" His eyes widened. "What did you give me again?"
"Don't worry about that. We need to talk."
"Answer my question, who in the fuck are you? Who do you work for?"
"I'm a vet. You must know who I am now?"
He narrowed his eyes. "Why in the fuck would I? I don't even have a cat."
"There's no need to be hostile, to swear at me like that."
"What are you, some kind of crazy missionary?"
"I just want to talk to you about Julie."
"Who in the hell is Julie?" He pulled against the ropes again.
Mark took a step backwards. He could see the muscles straining across his chest, in his biceps. He was really pissed. He
hoped to hell he would calm down. "You're wasting your strength. I'll release you eventually when you're prepared to
listen to reason."
"Reason? What reason? This defies all reason. I'm going to kick your ass."
"Let's say it was your sister," Mark said, trying to keep his voice controlled, swallowing the fear.
"I don't have a sister," he growled. "And your sister isn't going to have a brother when I get done with you. What in hell
do you want? Do you have any fucking idea how much trouble you're in?"
"I'm sure you'll forget all about this after we talk."
"I wouldn't count on it."
"There are consequences to having sex." Mark walked over, and looked down at him. You told her you loved her. She's
heartbroken. And there's the baby. What do you intend on doing about the baby?"
"Baby?” he mouthed. “I don't know this Julie, and I certainly don’t know anything about a baby. You got the wrong guy."
Mark sighed, and shook his head. "I expected a lot of things, but I never thought you'd sink that low. Now you're saying
you don't even know her? She worked for you."
"She never worked for me. I work by myself. Who in the hell do you think I am?" He winced. "Shit, my head hurts. What
did you hit me with?"
"You hit yourself with the door and...there were some brass knuckles. I didn’t hit you, my brother did, and you’re lucky he’
s not here right now. He wouldn't have used them if you hadn't tried to attack us. As soon as you saw us, you knew who
we were, and..."
"I've never seen you before in my life, you or that other hot head."
"I'm sure Julie showed you pictures."
"Julie didn’t show me fuck all nothing."
"You're getting hostile again. I'm not going to talk to you if you don't talk nice."
"Nice?"
"I'll put some ice on your head, and..."
"Don't touch me. You're nuts. Listen," he said, looking like he was trying to get a hold of his temper, "just let me go. I
won't kill you, and I won't haul your ass to jail, okay?"
"Your jaw is clenched."
"Fuck," he growled. "Come on, guy, please." He pulled against the constraints again. "I really got to go. I was just in the
middle of...something important."
"The diner will wait. This is more important."
He sighed. "The diner? I don't work at the diner."
"Another story, Christopher?"
"Dane. My name is Dane."

Arsenic and Rio- Extasy Books

When Marshall met Hal, it was a match made in hell. Hall is a first class con man and manipulator.
Marshall is the perfect pan, a young guy who has been abused all his life, with no self confidence. Hal is
pure evil, and he recognizes gold when he sees it. Marshall is handsome, gay and desperate to be loved
and accepted. Hal is a former resident of the detention center where Marshall is living. He knows the
unscrupulous director, who is deeply in debt with the mob. When the director is asked to do the mob a
favor, a job that will set Hal up for life, Hal recruits Marshall to help him carry out his diabolic scheme.

When Marshall meets the handsome young owner of a coffee plantation, his job is to seduce him, and
secure the plantation for the mob. Marshall doesn’t truly understand that Angelo will have to die.
Marshall is completely unprepared for Angelo, and completely unprepared for love, something in his sad
life, he has never known.

Hal is in the background making sure Marshall doesn’t stray from the plan…a plan that will succeed only
if Marshall kills the man he loves.

Passion and despair reign as Arsenic and Rio sweeps the reader away to a coffee plantation high in the
mountains of Brazil, and to the warm sands of Rio