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Greetings, Beloveds. How long have I been speaking of my upcoming solo anthology? For far too long, to be sure. However, I am highly pleased to announce that the official release is less than 2 months away.

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People often ask me what sets my writing apart from other contemporary LGBTQIA authors. That is a complex question to answer. You see, it is not just one thing, it is many. First and foremost, I do not consider myself contemporary.

To me, “contemporary literature” implies tending, mainstream, like most; those are three things that my writing and stories are not. Not that there is anything wrong with contemporary works. As a matter of fact, I enjoy many contemporary authors. However, if I were to classify my writing, I would call it antiquated and whimsical. I realize that my writing style is as unusual as I am, and with that, I am perfectly content.

I once asked a fan what was her analysis of my writing, and her words were humbling and honoring. She said, “There is something about the way you write about sex. You don’t write about sex as if it were just sex, but rather it comes across art.”

If I were to be completely candid, THAT is exactly how I see it. To me, sex is an experience, not an action. Every experience should be surreal and otherworldly, it should stay with you forever. Experiences should be something far from mundane or redundant. So should sex be. Intercourse is a merging of hearts and souls, what is more magical and unearthly than that? Not many things. However, when sex is defined as a carnal act, all of the magic is expunged and so is all of the beauty.


Why, you must be wondering? Why must sex be so appealing if it is simply an act that should appease our carnal need? Well, while that might be true for some, to me, sex and love go hand in hand. What is not beautiful about love? Love transcends the vulgarity of corporal wantonness. Love is an ethereal, tactile sensation that run deep and is paramount to everything and anything.

The fact of the matter is that love is love. Love eclipses gender, age, ethnicity, and boundaries of any kind. And if sex is love enacted, then it should be just as influential.

With that said, allow me to share tidbits of the “Syncopation of Ravishing Intensity” with you.


Syncopation of Ravishing Intensity” is divided into seasons, with winter being the first in line. Also, I decided to use a variety of writing styles; first person, third person, past tense, as well as present. One thing they all have in common is the sensual intense element. Here are some excerpt from each season.


Excerpt of “Prismatic Slumber”

I dream in color. Like a vivid, luminescent prism, everything comes to thriving life, and then there he is with me.

Sleigh bells dangling from the edge of the bed jingle whenever I slide deep inside of his scrumptious cleft.

Silver tinsel, tangled around our feet.

How did it get there? When did we play with it? It doesn’t matter.

Only partially covered by a Santa Claus fleece blanket, our skin touches underneath—intense heat emanating from it. In the background Bobby Helms “Jingle Bell Rock” plays, only loud enough to drown our elate moaning.

Yet, I want more. I pine for more than just his body and skin, I thirst for the intimacy of his presence; for the puissance of his soul. More than that, I endeavor to monopolize it. Make him, in every sense of the word, mine and mine alone—for the keeping.

Droplets of perspiration trickle down my chest as I drift my manhood in and out of his dewy cavity, then land on his backside and slowly stream onto the blanket.

Even in my state of deep dormancy I can smell the mustiness of our combined scents and it entices every fragment of my being at a cellular level. Every hair on my body stands on end.

Perhaps, it’s the ferociousness of our intimate encounter, perhaps the fact that I’d been longing for this moment for quite some time. Either way, he is mine now, and I am relishing in the satisfaction that only he can bring—my night time companion.

Why is he only with me in my dreams? When did he start visiting me here? Where did he come from?

All inconsequential questions. They had no place here in my Holiday Repose.


Excerpt of “Metamorphosis”

Metamorphosis, definition:

The process of transformation from an immature form to an adult form in two or more distinct stages. A change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one, by natural or supernatural means.


I am a butterfly.

The beauty of life is found in the mundane matters of evolution. Therefore, I am a butterfly.

When I was an egg, the shell kept me from breaking free. It prohibited me from being whom I was meant to be. Yet, there was a miraculous event occurring; I was developing. Readying for the inevitable exodus which was about to transpire.

I suppose the world was not ready for me then. Perhaps, preparing for the spectacular event which was about to unfold.

I was being born. Born anew. Born from freedom, from evolution, from self.

My development came in stages—each one in the form of a man—every one more powerful than the last. Making me stronger, until it eventually transmuted me into the man I am today.

A Pieridae. Mystical, magical and powerful.


Excerpt of “Tyronian Rapture”

Summer 1841

Victorian England

Cherry Blossom petals from a tree procured in Japan carried adrift with the breeze, the smell of humidity and grass rode past, wafting across beautiful Regina’s face and all I could do was sit and stare. She was lovely in every sense of the limited word, for her resplendence was akin to a celestial being. An angel, to be sure; like none I had ever laid eyes upon. She took my breath away, and I was content to let her.

Her large eyes, chocolatey. Her skin, like the finest grade of caramel. Her unwieldy, black curls pulled to the back of her head in a bun. And the conundrum lie in my desire to see them lose and entangled in my hands. A coveting more trenchant than my knowledge that it was ungodly. I was captured by my dear Regina’s beauty. Her full lips longed to be licked, while I imagined that her smooth skin and voluptuous curves yearned to be caressed.

From a distance I basked in her allurement, secretly—watching as she picked the wild flowers from the field in order to prepare a centerpiece for our dinner table for tea. If I could walk through the window ajar as a phantom, then as a phantom I would delight in her existence.

The impasse, my predilection. The penchant to fancy the reprobate. And, whilst my heart and mind remained enthralled by my point of desire, my body lay captive inside of this wretched place.

“Meredith,” Mother called, startling me from my hypnosis—Regina. Such was the effect she had on me. In my dreams I touched every inch of her exquisite dark sheath, then kissed every fraction, ensuring to not miss a spot.


Excerpt of “He and She”

She looked at herself in the mirror and didn’t recognize the person she saw. A stranger in the absolute. A woman who loved the hustle and bustle of the nightlife but was full of regrets in the morning. A woman who longed for the attentions of an outsider to fill the voids of desolation that she’d come to know as her closest ally.

Yet, it was more than that. Her reflection was a stranger, always had been. Looking at her mirror image, Yehanna considered that she’d been born with the wrong face. Perhaps the Fates had misrepresented what she was really supposed to look like—gotten it wrong somehow. She was a foreigner to herself, usurped the body of another, or at least that’s what Yehanna told herself on a daily basis.

Grazing her finger across one check in the dimly lit bathroom of a tattered old apartment, which was falling apart at the seams, Yehanna moved her face from left to right, then back again.

As a teenager she’d be diagnosed with Depersonalization Disorder, DPD for short. However, what the psychiatrist failed to realize was that Yehanna wasn’t depersonalized—as she knew who she was—she was just living inside of a supplement. A loaned body, that was not her own. One, that she often did not identify with, plain and simple.

Perhaps her true body had been left behind in some previous incarnation of herself, and this one was provisional. Either way, it didn’t matter. Yehanna had grown tired of the monotonous nature of her ever questionable existence, and the night was the only thing that offered her solace.

With the tip of her finger Yehanna brushed her nose from bridge to point, then across her top lip as if to check and make sure that her features were her own.

From her bedroom emitted the voice of a man whom was just now waking up and preferably sobering from Yehanna’s late night feat. “Yo! Umm, umm …” he stammered.


“Yeah, Yehanna,” he cut in as if he’d known her name all along, but Yehanna knew that he didn’t. “What time is it?”

“11:10.” she replied, her entire disposition displaced, and dejected.


There are nine more stories where these came from and they will all be available to you on January 27th, 2016. So, my dear readers, stay tuned for the release of “Syncopation of Ravishing Intensity“.

Syncopation of Ravishing Intensity

Greetings. 🙂

Commencing this blog post as though in the middle of a conversation …

One of my favorite pieces from the upcoming “Syncopation of Ravishing Intensity” is a story I wrote called “Tyronian Rapture“.


Tyronian Rapture” is a historical LGBT Erotic Romance. Focusing on Meredith, a young white well off women who is enraptured by Regina, the black daughter of the family’s house servant.

This piece, whiles short is very powerful because of the story inside of the Erotica. This is a story of secret love which it vexed twofold; the fact that it is lesbian love, and the fact that it is also interracial love. Two times the taboo.

Please, enjoy this excerpt. I pray that you enjoy it.

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Tyronian Rapture

By: Adonis Mann

© Adonis Mann & All Authors Publishing House

line-dividerSummer 1841

Victorian England

Cherry Blossom petals from a tree procured in Japan carried adrift with the breeze, the smell of humidity and grass rode past, wafting across beautiful Regina’s face and all I could do was sit and stare. She was lovely in every sense of the limited word, for her resplendence was akin to a celestial being. An angel, to be sure. Like none I had ever laid eyes upon. She took my breath away, and I was content to let her.

Her large eyes, chocolatey. Her skin, like the finest grade of caramel. Her unwieldy, black curls pulled to the back of her head in a bun. And the conundrum lie in my desire to see them lose and entangled in my hands. A coveting more trenchant than my knowledge that it was ungodly. I was captured by my dear Regina’s beauty. Her full lips longed to be licked, while I imagined that her smooth skin and voluptuous curves yearned to be caressed.

From a distance I basked in her allurement, secretly—watching as she picked the wild flowers from the field in order to prepare a centerpiece for our dinner table for tea. If I could walk through the window ajar as a phantom, then as a phantom I would delight in her existence.

The impasse, my predilection. The penchant to fancy the reprobate. And, whilst my heart and mind remained enthralled by my point of desire, my body lay captive inside of this wretched place.

“Meredith,” Mother called, startling me from my hypnosis, Regina. Such was the effect she had on me. In my dreams I touched every inch of her exquisite dark sheath, then kissed every fraction, ensuring to not miss a spot.

“Meredith, child, come here. Must you always sit there like a proper simpleton, staring upon nothingness? Come here at once!”

“Yes mother,” I replied as I lowered my head to the ground in reverence of her heed. A curtsey followed.

“Mary, do you see this here?” Mother asked Regina’s mother, the head handmaiden of our family home. Their family had been with ours for years, therefore a trusted lot. “This child is so restless and overzealous …” Mother indirectly reprimanded, addressing Mary while speaking of me, then ending her admonition with a tsk. “Meredith, why do you trot about like a boy? ‘Tis not the proper behavior for a lady.”

My reply was a humble shrug, and the lowering of my eyes to the ground. Mother never knew when to vacate a subject, therefore continued with her vexing drivel, concluding her parlance with a “… would you please sew it, darling? Thank you.” the statement was followed by a flip of the wrist in dismissal of sweet Mary whom then left the room.

line-dividerI sincerely hope that you’ve enjoyed reading this excerpt as much as I’ve enjoyed writing the story. I pray that you are ready and willing to give “Syncopation of Ravishing Intensity” as shot once it is released this winter.

Until soon,


A Group for LGBT Authors and Readers

Hello all and Happy New Year 2016!

It is so wonderful to connect with you all on this new year, and even more wonderful to realize that we have yet another year to make our dreams come true.


Today, I was browsing Google+ an Facebook for “Groups/Communities” to join that would help provide exposure to my works. What I found troubled me. There are little to no Groups/Communities on Facebook and Google+ for LGBTQIA books and book lovers. The ones that I did find do not give much leeway for authors and readers to connect, or for authors to promote their works.

After browsing and thinking about the situation deeply, and knowing that perhaps I am doing a bit too much, I opted to create a Group for said purpose. And, so I did.

I would like to introduce you to “LGBT Bookworms“, a Facebook group for authors and readers alike.

LGBT Bookworms


My hope is that this group will acquire a life of its own and people within the community—as well as others that enjoy the literature—might commune, mingle and celebrate our love for the genre.


I am blogging about this in the hopes that you help me spread the word and get people involved.

Thank you for your time and all the best.

Regards and love,

Adonis Mann

My 2015 In Review

Hello Dear Readers.

As always, thank you for taking the time to visit my blog. More than that, I want to extended my sincere gratitude for your dedicated following throughout 2015. I feel blessed and not a little humbled to have had such an amazing backing throughout the year. Hats off to you all.


Today, I will summarize my accomplishments throughout 2015.

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2015 marked the birth of “Author Adonis Mann“, prior to that I was “Aspiring Author Adonis Mann“. What a wonderful thing to experience, to have one’s dreams come true in such a marvelous and tangible way!

With the publication of “Concordant Vibrancy 1: Unity” came the  wakening of my aspiration of being published. From there things just got better. Subsequently, I was signed on the All Authors Publishing House. It was a phenomenal thing to know that All Authors Publishing House accepted, not only new aspiring authors, but also short story writers, of which I was both.

Soon after “Concordant Vibrancy 1: Unity” came the release of my first official solo publication, “Let’s Play on Valentine’s Day”, although short, it was an accomplishment just to have had it published.

Soon after that came the release of “Crackles of the Heart: Divergent Ink Book 1” which included my short story contribution “Mystical Nights”, then shortly thereafter the release of “… and we” as a solo work.

Throughout this time I was blogging and book reviewing. I’d even started up a book review blog series which I called “Drive-By Reviews”. It was my own little blog corner dedicated to reviewing books of all genres and sizes. Although, my personal favorite was reviewing books within my own genre preference.

During this time my friendship/kinship grew stronger with the All Authors Publishing House Family Members. I was honored and appreciative to have developed this comradeship as one can never have too much support.

Soon after, came the call for the 2nd installment of “Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality” and immediately I got to work on my short story contribution to said anthology. A contemporary fiction about a man trying to find his way in the world, I called it “Barbershop: A Story of Home”.

In the interim of all of these wonderful events, I was also writing short stories and setting them aside as they will be included in my upcoming solo anthology called “The Syncopation of Ravishing Intensity”.

Apart from all of this, later on in the year I was asked to be a part of All Authors Magazine. I was so incredibly excited to have been asked to become a part of such a wonderful literary magazine, along side so many outstandingly talented authors. I was given a column named after my personal venture, “Drive-By Reviews”.

The very last thing that I accomplished this year was a collaborative work with my good friend, House Family Member and sister, Synful Desire. Together we wrote, “Simmer; Smoothe & Sweet”. This was my first extended work, having reached the size of a novelette. Thank you Desire, for asking me to be a part of this project. Words cannot explain my gratitude.

While to some my accomplishments may not seem like a lot, to me they are innumerable, as in 2014 I would have never imagined that all of these things would have happened.


Suffice it to say that 2015 has been a very productive year, and I can only surmise that 2016 will be equally as spectacular.

Again, thank you all for being there for me. I would like to bid you all the most sincere of Seasons Greetings, and I pray that your New Year be filled with joy, love and productivity.


Why Simmer Smoothe & Sweet?

In recent days Synful Desire and I shared our thoughts on each other’s stories in the “Simmer: Smoothe & Sweet” anthology.

During this time she told me why she loved “Simmer Smoothe” and I told her why I loved “Simmer Sweet“. Here is our conversation.

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Synful Desire Speaks on “Simmer Smoothe”


Since Simmer Smoothe is first in this erotic compilation, I figured I would chime in first with my thoughts.

What is so sizzling about Simmer Smoothe

  1. That a character has Smoothe as a surname.

It’s like having a last name of “Sexy” or “Luscious”. One of those names … where at the sound of them, or even reading them, you start chuckling. You also start imagining whether said person is “Sexy”, “Luscious”, or in this case, “Smoothe”. All I know is that if that person isn’t, watch the teasing and Internet memes start flying.

  1. That the 2 main characters full names sound well to do and fashion forward.

Thomas Kent Simmer. Spencer Richard Smoothe. They sound like aristocrats with money—like old English money. Those names also sound like they know what is the latest in fashion. Heck they both could probably model for GQ Magazine.

  1. That one of the character’s provided some comic relief.

Sometimes, one just needs a break from the drama. That comes in the form of a character named Rene. Now, I don’t want to reveal much more but that he was quite a delight.

  1. The series of events is synonymous with what could happen to any couple.

What was painted out in “Simmer Smoothe” is something that cannot just happen to a gay couple but to any couple.  The range of emotions demonstrated with all parties was definitely understandable, even those walking on the wrong side of right, if you will.

  1. THE sex is hot.
  2. The SEX is hot.
  3. The sex IS hot.
  4. The sex is HOT.
  5. Um … did I say the sex is hot?
  6. For real, “Simmer Smoothe” is deeper than sizzling sex. It is, written in a way that is a cross between Picasso & Porn, with a plot and without the cheesy music. Yet, without the steamy sex, it’s just be a love story of sorts, don’t you think?



Wow, Desire, I’m so flattered. 😀

Here are my thoughts on “Simmer Sweet”.


Adonis Mann Speaks on “Simmer Sweet”


When it comes to plot, this story does not lack. It’s such a delight to read an erotica tale which actually tells a story and isn’t full of mindless sex. Not that mindless sex is bad, but sometimes one needs something to keep one invested.

For me, said investment comes in the form of Kesha. Not that Teresa isn’t a wonderful character as well. However, Kesha reminded me of the unwavering friend that has always been truly smitten, yet remains silent in the best interest of the other party. It speaks of courage, also, of true love.


Then we have the character of Chris. He is the iconic, proverbial, “Player“. The man that every woman loathes, yet always seems to be drawn to. He’s despicable, yet that’s exactly what keeps the reader engaged. Said situation reminded me of a soap opera, if you will. The villain slash lady’s man that all the ladies love to hate and hate to love. Great things, indeed.


Now, regarding the sex … “Simmer Smoothe” isn’t the only story in this anthology that has steamy sex. “Simmer Sweet” does exactly what it’s name implies; simmers until it overflows, then submerges the reader into sweet and sensual sex. Ravishing and thrilling all at once.


“Simmer Sweet” is also a relateable story. While a work of fiction the premise is something that does not scream fiction. Any couple, any place, could have gone through these same events. In other words, the conflict in “Simmer Sweet” rings true to life. In my opinion that is always a good thing.


Told in a fashion that is both down to earth and rapturous, “Simmer Sweet” hits all the right notes to make it a hit. 🙂


Well, if you haven’t seen it yet, please take a peek at this Book Trailer.


It Is Out!


Hello and welcome! Today we are celebrating the official Book Release of “Simmer: Smoothe & Sweet” by me, Adonis Mann and Synful Desire, as well as “H.E.R.: Handy Extended Release” by Synful Desire.


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When love simmers sweet and passion simmers smooth, rhapsody is efficacious rapture.

Tommy and Spencer were meant for each other, that is, until a serendipitous encounter proves to be an enormous revelation. Will Luke, Tommy’s childhood friend, serve to change the tide?

Kesha has finally told Teresa about her feelings. The only drawback is Teresa’s engagement to Chris. Will Kesha bask in the bliss that only Teresa can bring, or will Chris get in the way?

Come feel the ardent emotions which steam under a silky surface with Simmer: Smoothe & Sweet .

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Never underestimate the steam of a hot caffeinated beverage infused

with the flavor of imagination. Wake up your senses while savoring “Kona”.

A simple ad gives a curious skeptic a lot more than he was bargaining for. Check out the hair-raising experience while combing through “Tresses”.

Darbi has her share of bad luck. She is unexpectedly in job purgatory and has no chance of ever getting a promotion. Her online dating profile sat months without any responses. Why should she continue?

As she signed on to delete everything entirely, three responses catch her eye. All are different but each has something about them which makes Darbi want to meet all three. Ade appears to be the guy next door. Boyde looks like a supermodel. Choise looks like the rugged type.

When all is not what it seems, Darbi has concluded that her love life is mating with her job status in purgatory. Will anything come in handy to turn her luck around?

This version of “Handy” includes an epilogue, as well as Darbi speak.

Erotic, Experimental, and Entertaining—All come in Handy when experiencing a Good Release.

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2 Way Interview Featuring Synful Desire

Greetings and good day my beloved readers. 🙂

Today I bring you a very special event.

It is not an every day thing that I participate in a 2 Way Interview, however, Author Synful Desire and I opted to interview each other. The outcome was great. We had so much fun. Now, for your entertainment, please enjoy this 2 Way Interview between Author Synful Desire and I (Adonis Mann).



I Asked Synful Desire

1. In the past you’ve mentioned that the one genre you would never attempt to write in would be Sci-Fi. Since then, have things changed, if so in which way? Please expand on your answer.

When I think of Sci-Fi, the first thing that comes into my mind is a lot of excessive technobabble and concepts that are more “male” friendly than female friendly if you get what I mean. Those components, to make them believable, require the proper research. Truth be told, I rely more on my experiences than extensive research, which was why in the past I said that I could not see myself writing in that particular genre.

In my recent submission in the upcoming anthology “Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality” called Return to Hues, the main character, to some, has the makings of an alien. Yet, in my mind, I don’t see it as a sci-fi story, because there’s no technobabble, the world isn’t coming to an end: it’s about being different and deciding whether adaptation really serves to fuel vitality.

2. Given the opportunity to have one of your works turned into a movie, which would it be and why?

There are so many that I can picture this for, but if I had to choose just one, it would have to be “Handy”.

“Handy” has all of the things a modern day female is looking for–not being ashamed of her sexuality, trying to assert herself in the dating world, and the realistic bumps that occur along the way. Plus the twist at the end isn’t bad either. I just feel like it’s a story that not just women can relate to but the men who have been on the short end of the stick can identify with as well.

3. Apart from our collaborative work with me in “Simmer: Smoothe & Sweet”, which in all relevant terms is an anthology, would you ever consider writing a collaborative work with an author that is not an anthology? If so, which author would that be and why?

Definitely C. Desert Rose. She and I both are advocates of romance and some bittersweet drama, so it would be great to see how our styles would mesh together. We first started talking about a collaboration earlier this year but we got busy with our other projects. I haven’t forgotten, so we will just have to see what happens.

4. Out of your own works which is your favorite and why? Also, could you please share an excerpt of this work?

Seven Days of Stimuli, most definitely, which is a short story I wrote that was included in “Crackles of the Heart: Divergent Ink Book 1”. Here is an excerpt:

Seven Days of Stimuli



10:37 PM

I wasn’t supposed to be here tonight. Tonight is the night I pick out a pint of ice cream and select a chic flick by random. I had decided the ideal choice was Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream and the ideal movie was Jerry Maguire.

Unfortunately, my boss Melinda had different plans. Jaycee had a “last minute emergency” … if one could call having sex with her boyfriend every chance one got an emergency. I personally would prefer Jaycee doing it on her off days, or any time before or after her eight hour shift. Yet, I don’t think it would be a good idea to say that to Melinda. First, whistle blowing—never a good look. Second, and more importantly, I don’t think Melinda would believe me anyway.

So, when Melinda called me and asked, “Hey Bette, how’d ya like to get some extra hours?”, I figured the green decadence and Tom Cruise could wait until next Saturday.

The perk of working for an establishment open twenty four hours is there are times when it is completely dead. The employee can actually count items and stock shelves without a person walking up to her and asking, “What aisle may I find the sodas?” while standing in the very aisle where the sign says “Sodas”. Are people really too lazy to read, or just like being pains in the asses? In addition, a worker doesn’t have to drown out the sound of crying babies or arguing couples, nor wince inwardly when a round of horseplay leads to gargantuan pickle jars shattering on the floor. That stench lingers for hours!

Just as I completed the new planogram for the Peter Pan peanut butter, I heard the ding of a bell, followed by the sliding of the automatic doors. At first, I thought nothing of it, then I heard giggles reverberate in the air.

Slight panic hit when the cashier’s greeting was not heard. I looked at my watch, then peered around the corner.

Shit, Courtney left post without telling anyone … again!

“Oh well, guess I’ll wait until these folks leave.” I muttered to myself before opening up my cashier lane.

Normally, I wasn’t the type to ogle at anyone, yet this customer was different. His wayward, oak brown hair was filled with random streaks of grey and the curls slightly bounced with each step he took. Although he wore a black dress shirt with matching slacks, I could see the outline of his bulging biceps.

What would those biceps feel like? Would they be slightly soft or unmistakably hard?

Soon, the saltiness of blood blended in with my saliva. Not only had I nibbled on my bottom lip but I did it just enough to draw blood. I withdrew some tissues from my pants’ pocket and dabbed away the drops.

What was taking Courtney so long? Being up at the front was starting to make me uneasy. Also, impatience started to set in. How long would he and his buddy be in the store, looking at everything but wanting nothing?

God must have heard my lamentations. The conversation the hot guy was having with his friend soon became discernible, indicating they were approaching the checkout area.

Synful Desire Asked Me

1. When did you know that you wanted to expand beyond writing for the LGBT community?

I actually did not know, it just sort of happened. One day I was at the barbershop and while there, got a sudden rush of inspiration. Instantly, I pulled out my Smartphone and started writing what was on my heart at the time. Eventually, that story morphed into my piece for the upcoming installment of Concordant Vibrancy. As things turn out, it was not LGBT in nature but a contemporary fiction about a man trying to rediscover his place in the world.

2. In the past, you have described your writing being tailored to the sapiosexual. Since you’ve branched into other genres of writing do you find that to still be true? Why or why not?

Yes, I do find that theory to be relevant. As a matter of fact, no matter how much I curb my desire to write something less verbally appealing, I always return to it. I’ve come to the conclusion that one cannot change what is etched in one’s soul. Therefore, no matter how “down to earth” my prose might be, there will always be the underlined air of sapiosexuality.

3. Which story (published or unpublished) took you well out of your comfort zone? Explain why and how you are feeling about it.

There was one story that I started writing at the beginning of this year. It was in all intended purposes, an Urban LGBT Erotic Fiction work. That story in particular took me completely out of my comfort zone because I felt as though I was unable to relate to the characters. You see, like any good writer, I believe that one should be able to some how connect to one’s characters so as to deliver a believable story and a solid premise. However, it was really hard for me to do that with said work, which brought forth the thought of “Why did I think of it in the first place?”

My Mentor advised me to not toss the work or give up on it as she thinks that it is the start of a wonderful tale. Therefore, I’ve held onto it with the intentions of returning to that work and completing it.

4. Please share an excerpt of the story that you find is your personal favorite.

Oh, certainly.

Following is an excerpt from my short story contribution to “Crackles of the Heart: Divergent Ink Book 1” called “Mystical Nights“.

Mystical Nights

She only came to me at night. Like an abysmal dark silhouette against a moderately dark pavement which glistened with the scarce light of the moon. Her presence was undeniable. I liked it that way. It kept the mystery, and in turn, my interest.

A gust of wind caused the white, sheer curtain on the only window in my room to dance. The light from the new moon permeated the room causing blue-gray rays to cross its expanse. Yet, there she was. A phantom. A phantasm of desire and wantonness. Real and surreal. A combination, though inexplicable, also intoxicating. The way she swayed her hips. The way she used her hands to lift the thick tresses of her hair just enough to allow her figure to come into focus. Black against pale gray. The rhythm of her movement seemed natural yet mystical. A temptress, a jezebel.

Oh, how I longed to feel her against me!

Only at night. The light of day had not blessed me with the sight of her. The sun, had yet to shine its splendor on her enchantment. Even still, I remained captivated by the incarceration that just she could furnish. I was a fool, yes. A grand nitwit for allowing her to seduce me this way. Nevertheless, I gave in happily—delighted with her snare. I wanted to be her pet. I wanted her to be my master.

A few scant things were barely visible in the sparse lighting. The bows of a bikini top and bottom at the bridges of her shoulders, as well as the curves of her hips. The heavy waves of her hair that fell like streams down her sides and back. That was it. Yet, it was always enough.

“Michael,” she whispered. Her voice like a mellow breeze on a fine spring night. “Touch me.”

Her wish was my command. Getting to my feet, I walked slowly to her wafting shadow and wrapped my hands around her waist, content to dance to the beat of her silent drum.

“More…!” she demanded. “Touch me here.” Then she took my hands, tracing her shape slowly, she placed them on her breasts. The firm and tender mounds melded to the imprints of my fingers as I massaged them.

“Yes…” she moaned.

“Why haven’t you told me your name yet?” I asked, just as I had hundreds of times before.

She never rose her voice more than a whisper, and I was certain that this was a mind game, a murmuring of lust traced with sensual innuendo. Still, I basked in its indulgence. “My name isn’t important. But … this is.” With those two final words she grabbed my manhood and stroked it with command.

It was hers, I was hers. That’s the way I liked it.



Well, I pray you enjoyed this 2 Way Interview. Please be on the look out for Synful Desire and I’s upcoming joint release, “H.E.R.: Handy Extended Release” and “Simmer: Smoothe & Sweet”.


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