Greetings Beloveds,

Perhaps, it is the spirit of the upcoming holidays. Whatever the case, it has come to my attention that there will be several books coming available within the next few days for free. Most of them, written by close and, dare I say, incredibly talented colleagues. I must note, that among said freebies will be my own publications, “Syncopation of Ravishing Intensity“.

I will not take up too much of your precious time and provide you with the list of Free Titles and their respective links.

Available from November 28th, 2017 – December 3rd, 2017

At Amazon

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So, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Please enjoy and spread the word.


SORI Samples

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.

cool-text-syncopation-219617772239910cool-text-of-219617890536010cool-text-ravishing-intensity-219617820840820Is soon to be on its way to you, my dear readers and followers.


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“.

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

Alan, Fay and Demona by Synful Desire, A Deeper Look

What happens when passion blinds reason? The ardent fire of desire meets the shocking and harsh blows of reality in this Prelude of Prism. The convoluted relationships of three individuals morph into a rainbow of disarray.



Recently I sat down with Author Synful Desire and asked her a question about her upcoming story, “Alan, Fay & Demona: Preludes of Prism 1“.


Adonis Mann: As simple a question as this might be, I only ask because I am genuinely intrigued. I’m am fascinated by the name Demona. Was this a name of your creation, or is it a real name? Please tell us a little bit about it, if you do not mind?

Synful Desire: As far as the name Demona, I actually made the name up, although the character she is based from is not. I wanted to pick a name that was ordinary but seemed different due to the emphasis I placed on the divide between the background of Demona and the background of Fay.

I know it’s not the most glamorous answer but it is the most authentic one.
Thanks Adonis!
Well, there you have it folks. With that being said, stay on the look out for Synful Desire’s upcoming book “Alan, Fay & Demona: Preludes of Prism 1

Double Book Release from All Authors Publishing House


Dear Reader, Writers and Precious Patrons,

All Authors Publishing House would like to bring you a Double Book Release of earth shattering proportions.


Are there any limits out there which are boundless? Two characters, two different stories of paranormal drama, put that to the ultimate test!


“Earth 8-8-2: The Genesis Project”


Y. Correa


Could Science Serve as Salvation?
One-fourth Human.
One-fourth God.
One-fourth Superhuman.
One-fourth Vampire.
For Dr. Scott, the combined strengths of each life form represent the answer to the onslaught of malice and tyranny plaguing his Earth. When his creation—Genesis—begins developing, the lines between scientist and father become blurred. Soon the time approaches where Genesis is expected to fulfill her purpose. Does she go along willingly, or will her rapid evolution obliterate everyone’s best laid plans?


“Boundless Limits: Transcendent Choice (Book One)”


Da’Kharta Rising


There’s Love … and then there’s Love Beyond Limits.
Felipe and Therice had a love that knew of no boundaries. When Therice and “Mama” lose their lives in a tragic car accident, Felipe has a gaping hole that just refuses to heal and Therice has a determination to see him again that just refuses to die.
Heaven feels anything but, when Therice discovers that spirits are prohibited from visiting loved ones after they have died. Sensing that her angelic guide Amare possesses empathetic traits, Therice develops a plan of appeal in the hopes she will see Felipe near the anniversary of her death.


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Boundless Limits: Transcendent Choice Book One

Earth 8-8-2: The Genesis Project

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Drive By Review Times Two.

Hello Everyone,

Today, I am going to bring you 2 book/story reviews at one time. Brace yourself for the ride.

Random thought: I think sometimes I tend to be too long winded with my reviews. Oh well. *giggling*

First off I bring you “Kona” by Synful Desire.


Available at Smashwords


To jump start the day, nothing beats a great cup of coffee. Yet the eyes aren’t the the only body parts that get stimulated. Grab a taste of imagination on expresso while savoring Kona.

My thoughts:

First, I have GOT to say … I am WHOLLY IN LOVE with the cover of this Micro-short! I mean, what’s not to love? Deep passionate red, sexy lips, coffee beans, a steaming cup of Joe that has been groped by said luscious lips. I mean, come on! Steaming hot, for sure.

All right, now for my thoughts on the story.

I enjoyed this micro-short for a few different reasons.

  1. From the perspective from which it is narrated it is hard to determine whether it’s the girl fantasizing about the guy, or the other way round. Who knows? Maybe they are fantasizing about each other at the same time.
  2. The author does a great job of describing the two main characters in a very quick span of time.
  3. The way the prose are written comes across as sensual. I enjoyed that very much.

However, I did feel as though it was just too short. By the end of the story I really wanted to know more about the characters. So, I was left sort of desirous. It was much like getting hot and bothered, but being left with blue balls. I don’t mean to vulgar or anything, but it was the best way I could explain it.

Nevertheless, as far as micro-shorts go, it’s a good one. My only real woe was that I did not feel as thought I got an entire story. That bugs me. Of course, that’s a personal preference thing.

4 Stars.

Next up is “Mr. Bradley’s Garden” by Queen of Spades.


Available on


Mr. Bradley takes tremendous pride in growing his garden and sharing the bounty with the neighbors. Over the years, an illness strikes that hampers his ability to do this deed, which has sprouted more feelings of entitlement than gratitude from the existing generations. When good things come to an end, does the attitude of the community remain the same or is there a deeper impact brought about by Mr. Bradley’s garden?

My thoughts:

This is a Contemporary Fiction/Drama work which could very well have been based on true events, although I’m unsure it if actually is.

Words fail me to explain how beautiful this little story is. I was so moved. There is something about how the story is related that tugs at the strings of your heart. I am still feeling a bit of residual emotion to tell you the truth. A had a knot in my throat and everything.

The story is basically about an older gentlemen that went out of his way to serve the community. Yet, in his time of dire need no one was there for him, except for his wife and granddaughter. Ultimately, the old man passes away. I don’t want to tell anymore as I don’t want to ruin the story for you. Suffice it to say that this is a must read!

Truthfully, I feel as though the message behind the events is what matters most in this little jewel. I would recommend it with my eyes closed to anyone whom has lost a loved one. Just an amazingly compelling and extraordinary short story.

5 Stars!

Drive By Review Time

It’s that time again. Once again, I bring you a Drive By Review. Today we’ll be looking at “The G Particle” by Y. Correa, Multi-genre Author. This woman is no joke. She truly writes in all genres. It’s pretty impressive to be honest.

So, without further ado, here is a look at my review for “The G Particle”


Available at Smashwords


Three things that I must say before I go on:

1) It takes some serious gumption to tell an entire story in 500 words.

2) I’m not really enamored all too much with Sci-Fi. It’s not necessarily my cup of tea, if you will.

3) Even with those perspectives, I went into this story in an unbiased way as I am trying very hard to expand my literary horizons.

That being said, I have got to say that I was pleasantly surprised. As a writer of short stories I know first hand that stories can be told without reaching thousands of words yet, doing so in just 500 words is also a very big stretch. Nonetheless, Ms. Correa did it. I was amazed that such a complete and interesting story could be told in less than one page. The end of the story was particularly interesting. I didn’t expect it!

I suppose that my favorite aspect about the story is that while it was classified as Sci-Fi, it didn’t feel like one. I am not sure if you’ll understand what I mean. Personally, I don’t typically read Sci-Fi because I can’t get past the techno-babble and the having to know Rocket Science in order to understand it. That wasn’t the case at all with this little work. It was indeed Sci-Fi but it read like Contemporary Fiction.

I was happily surprised with this micro-short. Not only was it very quick, but it leaves you thinking. That’s the best sort of story. Good things all around. I highly recommend it.

Gold star

All right, until next time!

Signing out!