October 31st, 2010
Read this excerpt from new novel, 33, comment below with your nomination of your favourite gay novel, maximum 100 words, and you could win one of five free downloads of 33 in ebook format.
In the middle of our campaign to end intolerance of gays and the curse of homophobia, we came across this e-novel written by Aussie J. J. South.
It’s a fun, sexy read about two mid-20 year olds, Rick and Justin, who first get together in a heated encounter in a crowded elevator in Sydney. Through their ensuing relationship, they fight issues of self-doubt and fidelity, explore faith and courage, re-live past fragile moments, and probe the anxieties and trials of gay life issues.
This is not the typical gay novel sexfest, though there’s plenty of graphically recounted hot action to keep readers turning the pages. The plot embraces the love lives of 15 characters, an international corporate scam, an intriguing murder, and the randy romp of a swimwear fashion tour through Europe, North & South America and Australia.
The writer explores the emotions of deprived love, of the heart’s desperation to find a mate, of the body’s innate need to find fulfillment beyond companionship, of the search for an end to the abyss of loneliness and the need for fellowship and partnership. Balancing these themes are humour, enlightenment and happiness, as shown by the attitudes of easy going Rick and love-struck, Justin towards each other and their newfound friends.
Particularly memorable are the romances of John and Lou and the 18 year olds, Shorty, and Polynesian French boy, Damien. Their inexperience and innocence embellish the story with the charm of virgin teenagers embarking on the path of love.
Sex, love, corporate conspiracy and murder, downloadable for just $9.95 at http://33agaylovestory.com
Now read the excerpt from Chapter 10 which captures many of the flavours of this excellent work. Happy reading.
He turned towards me, reminding me how he appeared in the elevator: those glinting eyes of the most heart absorbing tropical color, the captivating smile that radiated across his face sizzling in harmony with his attracting curvaceous lips. I gulped in fresh amazement; such is the affect he has on me. He turned and kissed me, a fast brush of his lips, over in an instant, unrecognizable if someone walked into the room. However, I knew his caress signaled intense love; the language in his eyes told me. As if throwing our destiny into the hands of St Valentine, throwing caution down the drain, I palmed my hands to his cheeks and embraced his warm sensuous lips in a lingering statement of fathomless love. He did not resist. I fell in love again, taking the risks, defying the dangers, sticking it up the homophobes. I loved my lover more than I had ever before; floating in a dream, unconscious to the moment or to the surroundings, my senses overcome to the hordes of emotions circuiting my body.
"Rick, I’m sorry," I whispered as I plunged my backside to the bench, looking down, remorseful in my stupidity, in dropping my guard, ignoring the protective instinct, ignoring our tacit pact.
"Don’t be sorry," he whispered. "I needed you too."
I looked at him with glassed eyes, remorseful yet grateful for his warming tidings. I froze…seeing a blurred movement, a guy standing fifteen paces away, watching us. Shedding the glaze, my widening eyes raced to focus on him, alerting Rick who swung round, stuck motionless to the floor. I was speechless. The guy remained watching us, seemingly transfixed, arms by his naked side, if anything the vaguest of a curious expression on his otherwise bland face.
"Ummm," Rick cleared his throat, standing face-on to the guy, naked, his hands clenched, slightly trembling, by his sides. "It appears you caught us in a reckless moment."
I rose unsteadily and stood beside Rick, offering support to my fearless lover, exposing my frontal nakedness to the guy, my newly aroused manhood rapidly deflating. My lover’s strength amazed me. Will I ever learn the depth of his character, I wondered as I gazed at the guy? He stared at our faces. Silence stole the room punctuated only by the drips from a shower heard above our hoarse breathing and brain noises. I noticed his eyes scan our bodies, noticed his tongue wet his lips and noticed him swallow excess saliva. Here it comes I thought, his salvo of homophobic ranting, his outpouring of hatred. However, I realized such homophobic expressions are spontaneous reactions, inspired by deeply rooted bigotry or ill-conceived phobias and ignorance or disregard of modern research findings. They are not the reactions of studied, carefully determined analysis leading to factual, logical conclusions, as this guy was surely doing of us. Some thirty seconds had passed. Still the silence lingered as I gazed upon the guy in a new light.
"Well?" I asked, daring myself to continue, to take the thunder of the discussion. "Why are you staring at us?" I demanded, "Do you like us?" I whipped. "Do you want us?" I nearly threw at him, but tempered my attitude, as I also refrained from thrusting and grinding my pelvis towards him. My questions at least got a reaction. He slanted his head to gaze thoughtfully at the ceiling. He appeared troubled. Perhaps he was nervous like us. I leaned slightly against Rick, resting my hand over his shoulder. We waited. Our tensions were easing, the fear of anger receding, our contact comforting and strengthening us. We continued waiting as the irritating noise of the dripping water resounded in the room. I rubbed my hand over Rick’s back. Another thirty seconds elapsed.
He looked at us, his face expressionless. "Ummm, I’m not sure what to say," his voice a shade above a whisper. "You look stunning, both of you." I noticed a smile form in his eyes, a faint sympathetic expression. Then he approached us, taking deliberate slow steps, measuring his timing, his eyes glued to our faces, his smile slowly broadening. "Hello," his voice quiet and cordial, his smile pleasant and warm. "My name is Scott." He paused for our response. We did not respond. We stood mutely watching him. "I see you’re still concerned, maybe as uncomfortable as I am," he continued after the charged pause. "I assure you that you needn’t be. In fact, I’m used to seeing boys and men close together in my profession. To be honest I’m embarrassed and sorry that I intruded on your private moment. However, I have to admit to being taken by your embrace; you looked elegant, graceful, and most photogenic." I glanced at Rick then back.
"Hello," I offered, extending my hand. "I’m Justin, and my friend, Rick. You gave us a fright. I’m not over it yet. Neither, is my friend. As Rick said it was a moment of carelessness, something we avoid. This time I got carried away."
"I can see why," Scott promptly replied, directing his gaze to Rick. I don’t mean to embarrass you but as I alluded earlier, both of you are magnificent examples of male beauty."
33 comprises some 119,600 words over 33 chapters, equivalent to a thick 475 page popular sized paperback novel. So 33 is twice the size of the typical printed or downloaded ebook these days. The book downloads in approximately 242 A4 pages, equivalent to 250 Letter sized pages with text set in Georgia 10 point font at 1.5 line spacing.
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