Tag Archives: Nothing Can Tear Us Apart—RAGE!

The “He/She Really Didn’t Mean IT: Intimate Partner Violence and Abuse (IPV/A) and RAGE!” Tour

     On Saturday September 19, 2015, I kick off my National “He/She Really Didn’t Mean IT: Intimate Partner Violence and Abuse (IPV/A) and RAGE!” Tour!  I’ll be conducting IPV/A Seminars/Workshops, and performing excerpts from my latest novel, “Nothing Can Tear Us Apart—RAGE!” 

    My first stop is Washington, D.C., my hometown, where I’m honored to be a Featured Speaker at the 4th Annual Literary Soul Symposium. LLS is a coalition of African-American Book Clubs that celebrate the diverse literary efforts of  African-American LGBTQ Authors.  It’s gonna be REAL…and RIGHTEOUS!

     For more information, visit: literarysoulsymposium.myevent.com

     Stay tuned for my other venues and dates.

 

Frenzy!

Feel The Heat…Experience The “FRENZY!”

     Since folks have been clamoring for the sequel to “Nothing Can Tear Us Apart—RAGE!,” I must honor their requests!  (LOL).  As you know, the “Nothing Can Tear Us Apart” series of novels is the continuing saga of two masculine, openly gay, star-crossed lovers:  WES–the handsome, fabulously wealthy African-American celeb/entrepreneur, and ANTONIO (his nicknames:  ‘Tonio, BigGuy): the DEE-LI-CIOUS-LY muscled, Latino Chief of Security.    

     Anywho, the sequel–entitled “FRENZY!”–will drop in Early 2016!  Yours Truly will keep Y’all updated.

     In my enthusiasm, I’m giving everyone a “Tasty Treat:” one of the action-packed excerpts from “RAGE!”  Lemme set it up for ya:

     Wes and ‘Tonio—along with Rock, one of the celeb’s bodyguards—find themselves all caught up in a very, very tense and extremely dangerous hostage situation!  Two thugs, Bacardi and Qwon, are in total control…

     …Or so it seems.

     Now, let’s drop in on the action….      

     I could sense BigGuy wanting to reach out and save me.  Abruptly, my mind did a fast rewind, taking me back to my childhood, when I got a steady diet of being picked on, humiliated, and beaten down.

     You see, I didn’t at all fit in with most of my peers because I was an anemic and uncoordinated kid–and being a bookworm didn’t help.  To make matters worse, I didn’t have a role model to teach me “guy stuff” and shore up what little self-esteem I had.

     With the handgun cocked and grinding into my forehead, childhood insecurities resurfaced!  Those painful memories were workin’ to convince me that I was still that small, weak, defenseless little boy. 

     But I couldn’t let them win!  Fortunately, the steely determination I’d inherited from my mother kicked in.  And in a big way, at that. 

     The predicament that I was in—that everyone in that store was in—was a “grown-up” one…and deadly serious!  I had to get back to the extremely resourceful and capable me that I’d labored for years to become. 

     There wasn’t a second to lose!  I had to snap the hell out of it.

     Fortunately I did just that, formulating a creatively daring plan!

     But if I weren’t careful, it had the potential to backfire.  In a deadly way.

     Using my acting chops, I pretended to be a “’Scurred’ (scared)-Outta-My-Mind-Fem,” begging for his life.  Mannerisms and affectations, the whole nine yards.  I made it the performance of my life—we’re talkin’ NAACP Image and Academy Award caliber stuff

     And it absolutely had to be!  Too much was at stake.

     I peered at the hood.  In a high-pitched voice, I cried, “Puleeze don’t hurt me!  I’m beggin’ you!  Puleeze!!!”   Instantly, I turned on the waterworks.  Bacardi was dumbfounded at first, then found it hilarious.

     Grinning broadly, he exclaimed, “I knew it!  You REALLY ARE a little pussy!” 

     The room was like, “What tha…?”

     ‘Tonio and Rock (one of my bodyguards) were going, “What tha hell?”   But only for a hot minnit, ‘cause they caught on to my game. 

     BigGuy cut me a glance that said, “I’m feelin’ ya.  But be easy.”

     I returned one that said, “No doubt.”

     Unexpectedly, I fell to my knees “like a prayer.”   I whimpered, “I don’t wanna die!  I’ll give you anything!  Anything at all!  Just name it!”  I gawked at Barcardi, licking out my tongue.

     He whooped, “Yeah, I’m sho’ ya will, ya nasty cocksucka!  (Pause.)   But I don’t swing dat way.”

     My ruse was entertaining him to no end.  I continued to be a blabbering, blubbering “Miss Thang.”  Bacardi mocked, “Now jist look atcha, ‘Mr. Gay Richie Rich’!   You ain’t got no backbone!”

     But then, out of the blue, I answered, “But I got this!”  Making my move, I sprang into action. 

     I hit him!  Freakin’ HARD!  Right in the fuckin’ nuts.

     Bacardi yelped like a dog that’d gotten its tail slammed in a door.  He hollered and hollered, “Mufucker, you tricked me!  You fuckin’ tricked me!” 

     Meanwhile, Qwon shouted, “Whadda fuck?  Whadda fuck’s happenin’???”

     My move gave BigGuy and Rock–the “Dynamic Duo”–the opening they’d been waiting for!  With panther-like speed, ‘Tonio hurtled towards Qwon, tackling him.  I was amazed that a man of BigGuy’s immense size and girth could move so damned fast!

     All the while, Rock was right on Antonio’s tail.  (Well, not literally, of course!  If anyone was gonna be on the BigGuy’s tail, it was gonna be moi!  Holla.)

     However, Qwon managed to squeeze off a shot.  Fortunately though, it only bounced off a wall.  Sheer pandemonium ensued.  Screaming people made a beeline to the exit. 

     Meanwhile, the cops, with sirens blaring, were speeding to the scene.  As Rock restrained Qwon, BigGuy sprinted towards me.  However, the shrieking, fleeing customers proved to be bothersome obstacles in ‘Tonio’s frantic quest to reach me.

     Meanwhile, I was on my feet, wrestling with Bacardi over the gun.  This bruh was incredibly strong–it was if he’d grown up in some goddamn rock quarry, lugging and splitting boulders 24/7!  He was using his heavier muscle mass to force me to lose my footing. 

     Luckily though, I was able to pry the weapon away from him.

     However, I didn’t have the gun in my possession for very long.  It popped outta my hand, landing on the floor.

     A deep, gravelly voice boomed forth, “Wes-lee!  Tha gun!  Grab tha goddamn gun!”  It was ‘Tonio, steadily making his way towards me.

     Suddenly, I fell down!  Painfully so.  As I closed my hand around the revolver, the bulky thug jumped on the center of my back!  The impact sliced through me like a red-hot sword.

     That blow caused me to lose control of the weapon, yet again.

     And this time, Bacardi snatched it, yelling, “What’cha gonna do now, you little faggot bitch?  Huh?  Huh?”

     He was pressing his considerable muscle mass into me, keeping me pinned to the floor.  The fool keep shouting, “What’cha gonna do now, bitch?  What’cha gonna do now?  Huh? Huh?”  A fuckin’ broken record!

     With all my strength though, I got into the pushup position and groaned, “THIS!”  I lifted myself up with him still riding me.  (Later, I’d thank my personal trainer for prodding me to do pushups with dumbbells strapped to my back.)

     Bacardi was like, “Duh?” I’d caught him off guard. 

     Managing to twist him off of me, we ended up side-by-side.  Unfortunately, my one-man cavalry–i.e. BigGuy–hadn’t yet arrived.

     Any who, the muscled bruh and I arm-wrestled for the pistol.  He still had it in his possession, but I was making some headway.  Suddenly, he stuck the piece into my chest.

     And then, inexplicably and inconceivably, at that exact moment, something happened that I never could have ever imagined!

     I know it sounds insane–otherworldly, in fact–but I smelled faint traces of the fragrance Givenchy’s Amarige, Mom’s signature scent.

     And then, astonishingly, I actually heard my mother’s voice!  In my head.  In Surround sound, no less, calling out to me!  It was crystal clear.  Unmistakable! 

     Her voice jolted me like a live wire!  It said, “Don’t allow this whacko to win!  You’ve got far too much to live for!  Son, fight back with everything you’ve got!  You can do it!”

     Immediately, extra adrenalin and purpose kicked in!  (In other words, never argue wit yo’ mama!) 

     So, with a vigorous motion–as if my life depended on it (And Lawd knows it most assuredly did!)–I pushed that handgun away from me, twisting it around to Bacardi.

     I was winning the tussle!  And finally, Antonio was only a couple of inches away. 

     But then, all of a sudden, there was a sound that went….

KA-BLAMMMMMMMM!”

     “WES!  OH MY GOD!  WES-LEE!!”

***And of course, the saga of Wes & ‘Tonio doesn’t end there….

Wyattevans.com/what-folks-are-sayin-about-rage/

R& B Poetry Jam

Who Dat? RAGE! Returns to N’awlins!

I’m “tickled pink” that Nothing Can Tear Us Apart—RAGE! returns to N’awlins (New Orleans)! On Thursday, November 20, the absolutely amazin’ BSC Entertainment is again featuring and promoting RAGE! at a very special R& B Poetry Jam at the electrifying Therapy Ultra Lounge, located on 3001 Tulane Avenue.  Doors open at 9 p.m. 

     There’s gonna be some inspired poetry, along with slammin’ musical selections from the BSC Entertainment artists!  Also, I’m happy to announce that in 2015, I’ll be collaborating with BSC on a number of ventures.  Will keep you posted! 

     For more info on this much-anticipated event, email Bscentertainment2014@gmail.comOr, phone my offices at Nair’Bo Universal on 301-300-9996

     Come on out, have a rockin’ good time…and grab your very own copy of Nothing Can Tear Us Apart—RAGE!

Burbon Street New Orleans

Who Dat? RAGE! Goes to New Awlins!

I’m so excited to announce that Nothing Can Tear Us Apart—RAGE! travels to “NEW AWLINS” (NEW ORLEANS)!  On Friday, September 26, 2014, the absolutely amazing BSC Entertainment and Black Angel, Inc. are featuring and promoting RAGE! at the delectable Paulie’s Bar and Grill for its special Spoken Word Night/Poetry Event.  

     Paulie’s is located in the historic Treme on 810 N. Claiborne Avenue.  Doors open at 9:30 p.m., and the Big Show starts at 10!  For more info, emailBSCentertainment2014(AT)gmail.com .   Or, phone my offices at Nair’Bo Universal on 301-300-9996.

     Come out and have a good time…and grab your very own copy of Nothing Can Tear Us Apart—RAGE!

The Ask Rayceen Show

It’s HAWTER than All of August Fo’ Me! (And that’s a Good “Thang!”)

As you can tell, I’ve got sooooooooooo much goin’ on in August!

On Wednesday, August 6, 7 p.m, I’ll be appearing on the popular and FAN-TA-BU-LOUS Ask Rayceen Show! I’ll be part of the “Author’s Corner,” along with outstanding writers La Toya Hankins and R.L. Norman. We’ll have a lively discussion about writing, publishing….and whatever! LOL.

The Ask Rayceen Show is held at Liv Nightclub, on 2001 11th Street, N.W., above the Bohemian Caverns, in Washington, D.C. The program is free and open to the public.

I’ll be signing copies of Nothing Can Tear Us Apart—RAGE! For more info, call the offices at Nair’Bo Universal on 301-300-9996.

So, yo: join me in the place!

Whats Up “Inside Out?”

I wanna thank “Inside Out” and its absolutely MAH-VA-LOUS host, Sheila Alexander-Reid! Earlier this week, I was the special guest for this insanely popular weekly radio show, which airs on WPFW 89.3FM in Washington, D.C. You can also catch Inside Out on line at WPFWFM.ORG.

Inside Out is D.C.’s only LGBT FM radio show. According to Reid, the program “tackles the tough subjects other shows deem too taboo to discuss.”

Sheila and I chatted about a variety of topics, including the annual OutWrite Book Festival, sponsored by the DC Center for the LGBT Community, to be held in Washington from August 1-3, and the Center Black LGBT Writers’ Forum–of which I’m Moderator. This Forum, to be held on Saturday, August 2, 1 p.m., is part of OutWrite.

I also read an excerpt from my new novel, Nothing Can Tear Us Apart—RAGE! You can listen to the audio for the entire “Inside Out” interview below: