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Frenzy!

Excerpt from “FRENZY!”: The Interview

I am pleased to share this excerpt from my new book Rage! Enjoy!

The Interview

At his mansion, wealthy celebrity Wesley Laurence Kelly is interviewing individuals for the position of Chief of Security.  On this particular morning, the first applicant is Antonio Miguel Rios, Jr.  This is the future couple’s first contact. 

     Y’all, Rios was a fuckin’ sight to behold!  A ruggedly handsome brickhouse, he was 6’4”, 280 muscularly immense pounds.

Massively built and exquisitely proportioned, Rios was, hands down, a bodybuilder’s bodybuilder!  Powerful, wide neck.  Barn-door shoulders.  Bowling-ball biceps.  Horseshoe triceps.  Chiseled, expansive, impeccable pecs.  Narrow, firm waist.

And the way his jeans fit!  Daymn.  I could detect that he owned humungous glutes and calves…and (gleefully) something else.  Sumthin’ else, indeed!

The stud was clad entirely in black—shirt, jazzy (but tasteful) tie, formfitting jeans, and kick-ass cowboy boots.  Masculinity with touches of sensitivity oozed outta him.  I was fuckin’ taken aback– which usually doesn’t happen often!   I felt I was losing control.   I had to regain it.  Quick like.

“It’s a pleasure ta meet’cha, Mr. ‘Kel-lee’,” Rios smiled, broadly.  That 100-watt grin could’ve lit up all of Washington, D.C.!

Immediately extending his power-packed mitt, he followed with, “Thanks so much for dis opportunity!”  “Stud Man” had this syrupy, so sensual, low baritone with a full heapin’ helping of Latin accent stirred in for good measure.

And his eyes!  A liquid blue-green, they seemed to be as endless as an ocean… sucking you the fuck right in.  They peered deep inside, searching for the real you.  I swore they seemed to have a life of their own…

Rios had a caramel-tinged complexion, and short, curly, jet-black hair.  His sideburns connected with a neatly trimmed goatee, which in turn merged into his ‘stache.  He had these full lips, which begged you to kiss them.   Mos’ def!

And his handclasp!   Gawd!  It was warm.   Supremely confident.  Well-manicured, those hands were like meat cleavers–so thick, so sturdy, so powerful.   His touch, his grasp, made my whole fuckin’ body tingle through and through!   Nobody—and I do mean nobody—had touched me that way in what seemed like fuckin’ eons!   I swallowed hard!  Just like Nelly said, “Hot in Here.”

Floating back to earth, I responded, “I…I’m sure the pleasure is ALL MINE, Mr. Rios.  Welcome.”  Not to be outdone, I returned a formidable clasp of the palm myself.

Then, without warning, our eyes seemed to zoom into each other, like heat-seeking missiles.  After reaching their destination, they settled into the lockdown position.

And all of a sudden, that ole magical thang called chemistry burst forth, spinning around, totally engulfing us!  The sensation was electric, hard-hitting, exciting…though downright scary!    It was as if Mrs. J, my house manager, weren’t in the room, that the big man and I had tucked ourselves away in our own secluded, far-flung universe.  Hey–remember that song, “Just Don’t Disturb this Groove?”  Well, let me tell you—THIS WAS IT!

Frenzy!

Second Excerpt from “FRENZY!”: The Battering

The Battering 

‘Tonio and Wes has become a monogamous couple.  Unfortunately for them, they face daunting obstacles to and serious struggles in their relationship.  Making matters worse is a devious and deadly individual who masterfully manipulates ‘Tonio into believing that Wes has been unfaithful!  Of course, Wes has remained true to his partner.  Unfortunately, as a result, ‘Tonio physically confronts Wes. 

Never in my wildest dreams could I ever have imagined what would happen next!   ‘Tonio, my bodyguard, my life partner, my soul mate—all 6’4” and 280 pounds of magnificently chiseled muscle– towered over me.  And in a heartbeat, in a flash, in less than a blink of an eye, BigGuy jerked me up by my tee, and then slammed me directly into the wall!   Gawd, the pain that ripped through my body!   At the same time, my head snapped back, also smashing into that surface. 

     “Why’d ya haveta hurt me like dis?  I wish we’d nevah gotten ‘tagetha’ (together)!” ‘Tonio railed, growling like some rabid dog.  He actually seemed to be foaming at the mouth!  Next, he smashed me into that wall once again.

Then all of a sudden, the instances of abuse I suffered as a child fast-forwarded through my brain!   All of the humiliation, the torment, and the tears were revisited.  My body went as limp as a frayed, wet, overused dishrag.

    BigGuy had me jacked up and pinned against the wall, his huge, clammy left hand now grasping my neck.  I couldn’t move!  My brain cells were in overload.  I was having difficulty breathing.

     He continued yelling, “How could ya do dis ta me?  How?  How?”  His grimace was undeniably monstrous!   He was a man possessed, thoroughly having lost touch with reality.                                                                   

     All the while, the following thoughts played in my head:   “This cannot be happening!  How can my soul mate, the one who’s professed his undying love over and over, be doing this to me?  How can this man who’s vowed to protect me, kick my ass like this?  HOW???”

     BigGuy continued to loom over me.  “When we hooked up, I told ya we had ta be monogamous!  And you agreed!  (Pause.)  What tha FUCK’S wrong wit’cha anyways?  Huh?  Huh?”  He repeatedly shoved one of his thick fingers in my face.

Finally, I shook myself from my stupor!  My survival instinct had kicked in.

    Once more, I tried logic. “I…I’ve kept my promise–my solemn vow, ‘Tonio!  Please stop this!  We promised that no matter what, we wouldn’t physically abuse one another.  Remember?”

My appeal didn’t faze him!   Not one iota.  ‘Tonio wasn’t hearing or listening to me because his overwhelming fury and all-consuming wrath were at their peak, their tipping point.

   “And ya promised you’d NEVAH cheat on me!  Rememba dat?”

     Next, in no time flat, he aimed his thick, steely right hand squarely at me.

My internal alarm blared!  I whimpered, “ANTONIO!  No!  Don’t!  Wha…what are you doin’?”  I tried to fend him off.

But that was futile.

     “Bitch, don’t you…!”  

     And then…!