SNEAK PREVIEW OF JUST MEDIUM
The Spin-Off Sequel To The Dark Comedy Best Seller
It felt like waking up but her head was clear, there wasn’t the fuzzy awareness that she’d become accustomed to. Her mouth didn’t feel dry and her chin was free of residue, left behind by her usual nocturnal drool. She didn’t feel queasy yet hungry at the same time. She didn’t have an overpowering urge to drink coffee. She felt as if she’d just woken up, but she hadn’t. She would never wake up again, at least not from a state she would normally consider sleep. She would never need such sleep to wake from, there were many things that she would no longer need.
Doreen Wilson knew she was dead, it had been expected. In fact, her local G.P had been surprised by her capacity to linger on for so long. Doreen hardly considered spending three years trapped within her own bed as living anyway. Forever plugged into respirators and heart monitors, with little strength to move and the nagging dread that her every breath would be her last, scared her more than death ever could. Now it was all over. No more medication, no more hourly injections, no more machines squeezing every last ounce of life out of her frail, dying body.
She stood over her bed and looked upon what was nothing more than an empty shell. Her skin was so thin it was almost transparent. It clasped her bones like tightly wrapped cling film. Her face was gaunt and pale. Her eyes were sunk deep within their sockets and were shrouded in shadow. They looked pained but Doreen had not suffered in her passing. It was probably the cocktail of medication they had pumped into her veins that had saved her from any discomfort but she chose to see her death as a release from such bodily restraints. She had been trapped by life and now she was free. She could move, she could breathe without labor. There was no pain in her joints and, to her own surprise, her feet no longer felt numb and lifeless. She was dead, she harbored no doubt in this regard, but she felt more alive than she’d felt in years. A sense of elation flooded through her. I had feared death. I had expected a curtain to fall on my existence, a last act and the end of the show. She’d often wished that some kind of existence would follow death but had ultimately considered it a false hope. She still existed but most importantly she was still herself. She still had her memories and the same personality; she had lost nothing but the withered body that had imprisoned her.
“I’m still me!” She punched her fist into the air as she cried out her name. “I am Doreen Wilson and I’m still me!”
Release Date: TBA
(Just Medium is a work in progress and subject to change. )
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SUICIDE RIDE is Sunset Boulevard revisited, revamped, and on steroids. If you liked Sunset Boulevard, you’ll love SUICIDE RIDE, a wicked contemporary twist on this age-old Hollywood noir tale of love, lust, money, ambition, sex, and power.
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Find out just how far, and just how low, Johnny Gellis is willing to go in SUICIDE RIDE: THE PLATINUM MAN (Book 1 of the SUICIDE RIDE fiction series).
You hitch your lift with this man
You’ll have your blood on your hand …
AN OLDER MAN WITH NO FUTURE, AND NOTHING TO LIVE FOR …
Norman Dimond is the Silver Man, an over-the-hill LA-based rock ‘n roll record producer who has seen better days. A set-for-life bisexual with a hard spot for younger men, he squanders his nights hustling cash-strapped gay-for-pay desperadoes who swagger into his den on the Sunset Strip, looking for drive-by love in all the right places. Lonely and at loose ends, he longs for a worthy dance partner, but despairs of finding him … Until one night, when he least expects it, in waltzes …
A YOUNGER MAN WITH A PAST, AND A DEATH WISH …
Johnny Gellis is the Platinum Man, a beautiful straight wreck who needs fixing—and who wants exactly what Norman Dimond has to give: a platform, a stage. But does he want it badly enough? Desperate to outrun his demons, he’s driving himself crazy, and is heading straight for the edge. Can Norman save him, before it’s too late?
TWO LIVES ABOUT TO COLLIDE IN A SUICIDE RIDE …
When Norman meets Johnny, their heavy-metal fenders bend, sending the male-on-male sparks flying. Johnny’s number-one-with-a-bullet hit “Suicide Ride” blows Norman’s mind, while his number-99-with-an-anchor tattoo pricks up more than just his ears. And though this hell-bent, cliff-hanging headbanger is the man-boy of his dreams, keeping him on course turns out to be a waking nightmare. Can Norman do it? Can he put him on top while stopping him from breaking down and destroying them both? The deeper Dimond digs, the darker it gets; and as the secrets and suspense multiply, so, too, do the lies. Johnny is hiding something, that much Norman is sure of; and what’s worse, he begins to feel the tug of even darker and ever more violent undertows—sinister, malevolent drags that Gellis himself cannot spin-rinse away.
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“E. Llewellyn does for Gay literature what Kubrick did for cinema—redefines and elevates, and constantly undercuts your expectations of the genre. Unfettered, unflinching, bristling with emotion, SUICIDE RIDE rocks your world.” ~ Mark Peter Krasselt
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