Publisher: KQ Press (October 12, 2015)
Amazon Kindle: All That You Can’t Leave Behind
Blurb: Let go of the past. Live in the moment. The future will take care of itself.
Tailor Sway is a professional organizer on the brink of divorce. When he is hired to appear on a reality TV show called “Hoarded Houses”, he has three days to help a collector of Christmas decorations clean up her property before it’s condemned by local authorities.
Everything is going according to Tailor’s carefully laid plans. That is, until Brayzen Mapleridge, a mega-famous pop singer known for his wild, daredevil antics, shows up.
Forced to pay for a recent stunt which has turned into a serious legal matter, Brayzen is given the opportunity to avoid jail time by doing some hard labor in front of the cameras. But, it’s not an easy thing to do while being chased by all who trail in the wake of a major celebrity. Is Brayzen sincere about helping, or is it all just part of a well-crafted publicity campaign?
Despite some initial clashes between Tailor’s uptight determination and Brayzen’s carefree attitude, the two develop an unlikely partnership that quickly blossoms into a sizzling attraction.
But, Tailor’s unresolved conflict with his husband, Grant, an emotionally scarred veteran of the Iraq War, still looms in the background amidst a whirlwind of TV cameras, relentless paparazzi, eager fans, and scathing headlines. Despite all these complications, will it be Brayzen’s own meddling mother who puts the brakes on their steamy love affair for good?
At times sexy, laugh-out-loud funny, and tragically heartbreaking; this erotic tale of love, loss and letting go promises to give you a front-row seat on Tailor and Brayzen’s crazy, romantic rollercoaster ride. Strap yourself in!
“Okay, the video’s loaded. Are we ready?”
I click play and stuff a forkful of salad in my mouth.
All we can hear is noise and screaming.
“Oh yeah, this is a good one,” Bridgette says.
It’s a handheld cellphone video taken by someone in the second or third row of the concert. In 1080p HD, it’s watchable, despite the shakiness. Brayzen is shirtless and glistening with sweat. He’s wearing tight, black pants that look like they’re made out of something stretchy, like sweatpants material. His underwear peeks out around the waistband. That bulge of his is straining the seams.
He squats down at the edge of a platform, reaching out to the audience as he’s singing a ballad. Fans stretch their arms toward the stage, hoping to touch his red sneakers.
Then: One girl’s hand — more desperate than the others — rises out of the sea of heads. Her clawing fingers happen to catch the waistband of his pants and underwear. Startled, Brayzen pulls back and tries to stand up to shake her off, but the girl doesn’t let go. She’s squeezing with an iron grip now, crying like a person who’s just won the lottery.
From one second to the next, with help from nothing more than gravity, pants and undies are yanked down to his ankles — and the beast is unleashed.
Springing forward, free of restraint, it swings between his legs in all its naked, tubular glory.
“Whoa!” I blink a few times, turning my head to the side to make sure I’m seeing this right.
“I know,” Bridgette says. “The thing’s like a toddler’s arm.”
The audience erupts into a sound so loud; I think it blows the camera’s microphone. The audio cuts off at this point, but the video continues.
Playing like he’s in shock, he holds the microphone with both hands. A look of mock confusion spreads across his face and he makes no attempt to cover himself. The girl’s hand is still cinched onto his pants as three security guards attempt to pry her off. He brings one hand to his mouth and bites his fingers, feigning embarrassment.
I give Bridgette a stunned look.
“Watch,” she says. “You’re not gonna to believe this…”
Raising a coy eyebrow, puffing his chest out and putting his hands on his hips, Brayzen stands there for a moment, looking down and then up at the audience again. He makes a gesture like he’s checking his imaginary watch with impatience.
Waiting in vain for them to release the girl’s killer grip, he finally shrugs with a guilty smile. He raises both hands behind his head and gyrates his pelvis, flopping his dick around, spinning it like a helicopter blade. That’s where the video cuts off.
“Are you serious? The thing’s huge,” I say, chewing another bite of my salad. “It’s crazy. It’s like an alien penis.”
Bridgette sighs again. “Can you imagine getting probed by that thing?”
I swallow my mouthful of leafy greens. “I don’t understand why he got convicted for exposing himself though. The girl pulled his pants down, so basically, he was sexually assaulted.”
“I think it’s because he didn’t make any effort to cover himself,” she says. “Plus, this video cuts off, but in some of the other ones, he does a handstand at the center of the stage before pulling his pants back up.”
“Oh, well then…”
“Yeah. Kinda hard to build a defense after that move.”
Suddenly, we’re interrupted by three heavy knocks at the door.
About the author: Kirby Quinlan was raised by a single mom who sold vacuum cleaners and abandoned by a father who was both a former U.S. Marine and Baptist preacher. After a challenging upbringing, he came out to family and friends at the age of sixteen.
With hopes of making movies, he learned the craft of screenwriting, honing his love of storytelling. He quit writing in 2002, however, frustrated he couldn’t promote the diversity-rich stories he was passionate about. But now, in the world of digital self-publishing, he has found an avenue to finally tell the stories he’s always wanted to tell; the types of stories he wishes had been mainstream when he was growing up.
His first published work was the short story “New World” in the Queer Science Fiction anthology “Discovery”. He has plans for several standalone novels, as well as serial works in his favorite genres, including sci-fi, fantasy, adventure, pulp detective and even western. They are hopeful, action-packed tales of strong, positive LGBTQ characters finding love, fighting oppression and overcoming extraordinary challenges in a real-to-life way.
Ironically, Kirby’s own true love came to him in the form he least expected, when he met his female roommate and best friend, Karla. Their marriage in 2013, proved to them both that love is love. It has no boundaries, knows no gender and can’t always be defined by labels. Karla is an author as well and they live a happy life together in Portland, OR.
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