Faerie Tale
Critical success, sudden fame, toe-curling sex with the man of your dreams, a back-up best friend in the wings, friends with potentially life-shattering secrets and heart-breaking, career destroying machinations by someone close to him; just how much of a good thing can a small-city gay guy take?
Writing Faerie Tale was Jack's way of filling time after the death of his lover. He never expected it to become a best-seller, yanking him from his quiet West Palm Beach group of friends and quiet life, to Hollywood, Provincetown, and then, into the arms and bed of Academy Award winning actor Todd Power.
Jack's friends Jill and Michael, are overjoyed by his success, but are dealing with demons of their own. Michael, desperate to escape his dead-end job with a South Florida tabloid, decides that respectability will be attained by writing an unauthorized biography of Todd Power. With the collusion of Todd's actress wife, who has her own reasons to seek vengeance, he plans to "out" the actor, even though it will break the heart of one of his closest friends.
Ben and Brian withheld a secret from their friends that can either destroy their relationship of build the bonds of forever. The couple wants nothing more than for Jack to find a love like the one they share, and they know where he should look.
Rounding out the group is Andy, who has silently loved Jack for years. He's waited patiently for Jack to work through his grief and now watches helplessly as he falls for a man with whom Andy can't compete. Deciding that it's time to move on, he looks for the right moment to say goodbye to his life in West Palm Beach.
Whether it's the depths of despair, endless fame and fortune, or just learning that the real treasures of life can be found in your own backyard, what comes next can happen only in a Faerie Tale.
Excerpt:
Jack had E-mail, and he was pleased to see that it was from Ripley69. He had no idea who Ripley69 was, but they had been corresponding ever since Jack signed onto the Internet server. Ripley69's fact sheet identified him as a white, gay male in his early forties, just shy of six feet tall, muscular, and into giving and receiving oral sex. The computer handle "Ripley69" attested to his love for the Alien movies and good oral sex. Jack's own screen name and fact sheet was less imaginative than one would expect from a successful writer. Jack's screen name was JackC38 and his bio identified him only as a gay male, listing his profession as a freelancer. Jack opened the letter onscreen.
Ripley69: Haven't heard from you for a while. Are you okay? Email me so we can talk.
Jack smiled and punched the reply to author button. It was two a.m. and he expected no reply until the next day or the day after.
JackC38: I'm fine. How are you? I've been out of town. Email me when you have time.
Jack pushed himself away from the computer and walked into the kitchen. He pulled a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, opened it, and swallowed about half in one continuous gulp. Perhaps if he had a slight buzz he might be able to get back to sleep.
Closing the refrigerator, he walked back into the living room to shut down the computer. A little envelope was flashing in the bottom left corner; he had E-mail.
Ripley69: Hey. Glad you're back. Aren't you up kinda late? Jack chugged the rest of his beer and started typing.
JackC38: Glad to be back. I had a bad dream and couldn't get back to sleep. Decided to get something to drink. Thought I'd check my mail and there you were!
Ripley69: Lucky me! I watched an old movie and just didn't feel like going to bed. Tomorrow's Saturday, so I figured I'd pretend to be a night owl. Isn't that a hoot?
JackC38: ROLF. Good pun. What are you doing home alone on a Friday night? I would have thought a hot stud like you would have had a hot date.
Ripley69: Hot date, right. It's just me and my cat. Why don't you come on over and maybe we can put some heat into the night?
JackC38: Don't tempt me.
Ripley69: Ooh. Do I detect a note of interest after all these months of E-mailing each other?
JackC38: I guess we all get lonely sometimes. :-(
Ripley69: Amen, Mr. Rogers. Want me to help you fall asleep?
JackC38: How? I'm all ears and fingers.
Ripley69: Fingers? I could get a little nasty with those... :-)
JackC38: Don't get dirty on me now, Rip. How are you going to help me sleep?
Ripley69: What are you wearing?
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Writing Faerie Tale was Jack's way of filling time after the death of his lover. He never expected it to become a best-seller, yanking him from his quiet West Palm Beach group of friends and quiet life, to Hollywood, Provincetown, and then, into the arms and bed of Academy Award winning actor Todd Power.
Jack's friends Jill and Michael, are overjoyed by his success, but are dealing with demons of their own. Michael, desperate to escape his dead-end job with a South Florida tabloid, decides that respectability will be attained by writing an unauthorized biography of Todd Power. With the collusion of Todd's actress wife, who has her own reasons to seek vengeance, he plans to "out" the actor, even though it will break the heart of one of his closest friends.
Ben and Brian withheld a secret from their friends that can either destroy their relationship of build the bonds of forever. The couple wants nothing more than for Jack to find a love like the one they share, and they know where he should look.
Rounding out the group is Andy, who has silently loved Jack for years. He's waited patiently for Jack to work through his grief and now watches helplessly as he falls for a man with whom Andy can't compete. Deciding that it's time to move on, he looks for the right moment to say goodbye to his life in West Palm Beach.
Whether it's the depths of despair, endless fame and fortune, or just learning that the real treasures of life can be found in your own backyard, what comes next can happen only in a Faerie Tale.
Excerpt:
Jack had E-mail, and he was pleased to see that it was from Ripley69. He had no idea who Ripley69 was, but they had been corresponding ever since Jack signed onto the Internet server. Ripley69's fact sheet identified him as a white, gay male in his early forties, just shy of six feet tall, muscular, and into giving and receiving oral sex. The computer handle "Ripley69" attested to his love for the Alien movies and good oral sex. Jack's own screen name and fact sheet was less imaginative than one would expect from a successful writer. Jack's screen name was JackC38 and his bio identified him only as a gay male, listing his profession as a freelancer. Jack opened the letter onscreen.
Ripley69: Haven't heard from you for a while. Are you okay? Email me so we can talk.
Jack smiled and punched the reply to author button. It was two a.m. and he expected no reply until the next day or the day after.
JackC38: I'm fine. How are you? I've been out of town. Email me when you have time.
Jack pushed himself away from the computer and walked into the kitchen. He pulled a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, opened it, and swallowed about half in one continuous gulp. Perhaps if he had a slight buzz he might be able to get back to sleep.
Closing the refrigerator, he walked back into the living room to shut down the computer. A little envelope was flashing in the bottom left corner; he had E-mail.
Ripley69: Hey. Glad you're back. Aren't you up kinda late? Jack chugged the rest of his beer and started typing.
JackC38: Glad to be back. I had a bad dream and couldn't get back to sleep. Decided to get something to drink. Thought I'd check my mail and there you were!
Ripley69: Lucky me! I watched an old movie and just didn't feel like going to bed. Tomorrow's Saturday, so I figured I'd pretend to be a night owl. Isn't that a hoot?
JackC38: ROLF. Good pun. What are you doing home alone on a Friday night? I would have thought a hot stud like you would have had a hot date.
Ripley69: Hot date, right. It's just me and my cat. Why don't you come on over and maybe we can put some heat into the night?
JackC38: Don't tempt me.
Ripley69: Ooh. Do I detect a note of interest after all these months of E-mailing each other?
JackC38: I guess we all get lonely sometimes. :-(
Ripley69: Amen, Mr. Rogers. Want me to help you fall asleep?
JackC38: How? I'm all ears and fingers.
Ripley69: Fingers? I could get a little nasty with those... :-)
JackC38: Don't get dirty on me now, Rip. How are you going to help me sleep?
Ripley69: What are you wearing?
Faerie Tale
Critical success, sudden fame, toe-curling sex with the man of your dreams, a back-up best friend in the wings, friends with potentially life-shattering secrets and heart-breaking, career destroying machinations by someone close to him; just how much of a good thing can a small-city gay guy take?
Writing Faerie Tale was Jack's way of filling time after the death of his lover. He never expected it to become a best-seller, yanking him from his quiet West Palm Beach group of friends and quiet life, to Hollywood, Provincetown, and then, into the arms and bed of Academy Award winning actor Todd Power.
Jack's friends Jill and Michael, are overjoyed by his success, but are dealing with demons of their own. Michael, desperate to escape his dead-end job with a South Florida tabloid, decides that respectability will be attained by writing an unauthorized biography of Todd Power. With the collusion of Todd's actress wife, who has her own reasons to seek vengeance, he plans to "out" the actor, even though it will break the heart of one of his closest friends.
Ben and Brian withheld a secret from their friends that can either destroy their relationship of build the bonds of forever. The couple wants nothing more than for Jack to find a love like the one they share, and they know where he should look.
Rounding out the group is Andy, who has silently loved Jack for years. He's waited patiently for Jack to work through his grief and now watches helplessly as he falls for a man with whom Andy can't compete. Deciding that it's time to move on, he looks for the right moment to say goodbye to his life in West Palm Beach.
Whether it's the depths of despair, endless fame and fortune, or just learning that the real treasures of life can be found in your own backyard, what comes next can happen only in a Faerie Tale.
Excerpt:
Jack had E-mail, and he was pleased to see that it was from Ripley69. He had no idea who Ripley69 was, but they had been corresponding ever since Jack signed onto the Internet server. Ripley69's fact sheet identified him as a white, gay male in his early forties, just shy of six feet tall, muscular, and into giving and receiving oral sex. The computer handle "Ripley69" attested to his love for the Alien movies and good oral sex. Jack's own screen name and fact sheet was less imaginative than one would expect from a successful writer. Jack's screen name was JackC38 and his bio identified him only as a gay male, listing his profession as a freelancer. Jack opened the letter onscreen.
Ripley69: Haven't heard from you for a while. Are you okay? Email me so we can talk.
Jack smiled and punched the reply to author button. It was two a.m. and he expected no reply until the next day or the day after.
JackC38: I'm fine. How are you? I've been out of town. Email me when you have time.
Jack pushed himself away from the computer and walked into the kitchen. He pulled a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, opened it, and swallowed about half in one continuous gulp. Perhaps if he had a slight buzz he might be able to get back to sleep.
Closing the refrigerator, he walked back into the living room to shut down the computer. A little envelope was flashing in the bottom left corner; he had E-mail.
Ripley69: Hey. Glad you're back. Aren't you up kinda late? Jack chugged the rest of his beer and started typing.
JackC38: Glad to be back. I had a bad dream and couldn't get back to sleep. Decided to get something to drink. Thought I'd check my mail and there you were!
Ripley69: Lucky me! I watched an old movie and just didn't feel like going to bed. Tomorrow's Saturday, so I figured I'd pretend to be a night owl. Isn't that a hoot?
JackC38: ROLF. Good pun. What are you doing home alone on a Friday night? I would have thought a hot stud like you would have had a hot date.
Ripley69: Hot date, right. It's just me and my cat. Why don't you come on over and maybe we can put some heat into the night?
JackC38: Don't tempt me.
Ripley69: Ooh. Do I detect a note of interest after all these months of E-mailing each other?
JackC38: I guess we all get lonely sometimes. :-(
Ripley69: Amen, Mr. Rogers. Want me to help you fall asleep?
JackC38: How? I'm all ears and fingers.
Ripley69: Fingers? I could get a little nasty with those... :-)
JackC38: Don't get dirty on me now, Rip. How are you going to help me sleep?
Ripley69: What are you wearing?
Writing Faerie Tale was Jack's way of filling time after the death of his lover. He never expected it to become a best-seller, yanking him from his quiet West Palm Beach group of friends and quiet life, to Hollywood, Provincetown, and then, into the arms and bed of Academy Award winning actor Todd Power.
Jack's friends Jill and Michael, are overjoyed by his success, but are dealing with demons of their own. Michael, desperate to escape his dead-end job with a South Florida tabloid, decides that respectability will be attained by writing an unauthorized biography of Todd Power. With the collusion of Todd's actress wife, who has her own reasons to seek vengeance, he plans to "out" the actor, even though it will break the heart of one of his closest friends.
Ben and Brian withheld a secret from their friends that can either destroy their relationship of build the bonds of forever. The couple wants nothing more than for Jack to find a love like the one they share, and they know where he should look.
Rounding out the group is Andy, who has silently loved Jack for years. He's waited patiently for Jack to work through his grief and now watches helplessly as he falls for a man with whom Andy can't compete. Deciding that it's time to move on, he looks for the right moment to say goodbye to his life in West Palm Beach.
Whether it's the depths of despair, endless fame and fortune, or just learning that the real treasures of life can be found in your own backyard, what comes next can happen only in a Faerie Tale.
Excerpt:
Jack had E-mail, and he was pleased to see that it was from Ripley69. He had no idea who Ripley69 was, but they had been corresponding ever since Jack signed onto the Internet server. Ripley69's fact sheet identified him as a white, gay male in his early forties, just shy of six feet tall, muscular, and into giving and receiving oral sex. The computer handle "Ripley69" attested to his love for the Alien movies and good oral sex. Jack's own screen name and fact sheet was less imaginative than one would expect from a successful writer. Jack's screen name was JackC38 and his bio identified him only as a gay male, listing his profession as a freelancer. Jack opened the letter onscreen.
Ripley69: Haven't heard from you for a while. Are you okay? Email me so we can talk.
Jack smiled and punched the reply to author button. It was two a.m. and he expected no reply until the next day or the day after.
JackC38: I'm fine. How are you? I've been out of town. Email me when you have time.
Jack pushed himself away from the computer and walked into the kitchen. He pulled a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, opened it, and swallowed about half in one continuous gulp. Perhaps if he had a slight buzz he might be able to get back to sleep.
Closing the refrigerator, he walked back into the living room to shut down the computer. A little envelope was flashing in the bottom left corner; he had E-mail.
Ripley69: Hey. Glad you're back. Aren't you up kinda late? Jack chugged the rest of his beer and started typing.
JackC38: Glad to be back. I had a bad dream and couldn't get back to sleep. Decided to get something to drink. Thought I'd check my mail and there you were!
Ripley69: Lucky me! I watched an old movie and just didn't feel like going to bed. Tomorrow's Saturday, so I figured I'd pretend to be a night owl. Isn't that a hoot?
JackC38: ROLF. Good pun. What are you doing home alone on a Friday night? I would have thought a hot stud like you would have had a hot date.
Ripley69: Hot date, right. It's just me and my cat. Why don't you come on over and maybe we can put some heat into the night?
JackC38: Don't tempt me.
Ripley69: Ooh. Do I detect a note of interest after all these months of E-mailing each other?
JackC38: I guess we all get lonely sometimes. :-(
Ripley69: Amen, Mr. Rogers. Want me to help you fall asleep?
JackC38: How? I'm all ears and fingers.
Ripley69: Fingers? I could get a little nasty with those... :-)
JackC38: Don't get dirty on me now, Rip. How are you going to help me sleep?
Ripley69: What are you wearing?
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| BN ID: | 2940016377087 |
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| Publisher: | Kokoro Press |
| Publication date: | 02/27/2013 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 1 MB |
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