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I wasn't lobbying for the position... LOL... Was just throwing ideas...

The guy Stuart is based on is *defff* sexy as hell... And a pretty good writer too... Hope you'll like Chapter Two... Lou visits Stu in LA...

I know, right... Them b-ball short shorts! Glad you like... But am I the only one who don't mind melted ice cream? Esp if I get to eat it by.... Ahem... Sorry... Gotta kosherize my mind now...

Cover wise, what are you thinking of? Pic or CGI image? Def more flexibility with CGI (or any type of "drawn" image) but some would say that a pic would appear more organic... But hunting for a pic (esp one that the photographer released copyrights to) might get pricey for the "perfect" shot... Anyhow... Only mid-way thru the first book, so I don't have a feel of the proverbial "narrative arc" but if I were the author, here's what I would talk to my graphic artist... Where is the story going? What speaks to you most about the characters? Since I'm only on Ch 9, I'll "step" into your shoes for a min... At this point, Sam's all about landing the triple jumps... He's also teaching Amber a few spins is it... Camel? Don't remember to be honest... Sorry... Cover wise, you could emphasize the theme by having him "land" the triple... Tie-in would be "landing" the jock? Does he land the jock? (Don't answer... no spoilers... ) The spins can also be used for the cover... Easier to think of imagery here... If it's the camel that he's teaching Amber, I'd go for a pose that isn't in the "apex(?)" of the spin... Though a perfect T is the ideal, graphically speaking, I like a little asymetry in sports poses... So maybe when the extended leg is only 30 or 45 degrees? Yeah, I have a pointe fetish... Thematically, what good piece of lit is there where we're given a story of "perfection" right? So having a 30 degree pointe would convey "work in progress" as opposed to "landing" the jump... I mean, I'm gay and all... And visually oriented... But if this were "breeder romance" I would have Amber portrayed doing a layback spin with the back leg extended in a 45 deg pointe... But that's just for visual and not thematic... Hey... You asked for cover ideas, right? ;-) Just wanting to "give back" for a cool story...

Almost three months have passed since Stuart came and reviewed our company’s books. He and I decided to keep in contact, usually consisting of saucy emails retelling our memorable evening (and most of the following morning) but we also updated each other of happenings in our respective lives. I decide to drop him a note to inform him of my travel plans. Date: Sept 13 Stu, Decided to use some vacation time I had saved up. Visiting some cousins in San Diego, so I figured 213 is close enough to

Wow... Okay... First to review this chapter? Lovely... . Let me just explain where I'm coming from... New to this site... I love this site's premise of having a live/direct interaction between author and reader... . Your story was recommended by someone in the author's chat room... I read the first chapter of this book and as mentioned in my prior review the f* bomb in the opening paragraph threw me off... . In contrast, this chapter had its dose of f* bombs as well, but most of these were within quotation marks. So yeah... A hell of a lot more palatable... The written piece as a whole can definitely relax the traditional rules (subject-verb agreement, keeping the tense structure, etc.) when the "rule breaking" is done in dialogue as it clearly paints a picture of the character and not the author... . There was one f* bomb that was kinda "forgivable" to me... And I made sure to note it since I had "drafted" this review as I was reading it... "Of course. Another fucking Catholic." I considered it "forgivable" since I could almost see it coming as the character's internal dialogue... Some might consider this (my justification) a shift in narratives as in 3rd person to 1st person... Such editors would not be as forgiving... I would know... I just battled my editor offsite for one of the pieces I'm submitting for paid publishing... (One flippin tense shift... Accidental, I swear... Lucky he isn't here, so I'm more free to vent...) . I'm writing this not just for the purpose of reading this as the author... Reviews are public here so I'm also keeping in mind that there might be an author "lurking" in the midst and just writing for journal purposes... That was me once... . Just throwing it out there... I understand that you're not apologetic of dropping f* bombs, but the author traditions and all... I understand that there are pre-teens whose language can make a sailor blush... F* bombs within a strict narrative (esp the opening paragraph) can leave an unpleasant taste... . Okay... 4AM local time... I need to make a three-way with my pillow, my blanket, and myself...

Pre-teen sex is a fact of life, yeah. It's a part of exploration and whatnot... The f*bombs tho are a little interesting... An example would be that line toward the end of the first paragraph... I think the picture would've been clear enough if it was left out. Painting a pic of students needing an abortion by the age of 15 is vivid and intriguing enough... Adding the f* bomb threw me off and made me want to skim thru a bit... The way you moved from scene to scene is good though. And I did laugh... A little later than the previous reviewer's... I laughed at the hospital scene (as one who used to work as a hospital administrator)...

Luis (Lou) is a junior accountant in a post-production company.

Uh oh. Why is the chief accountant sitting in my office? I casually (or tried to imitate casually) sipped my latte and grit my teeth under my smile. “Lou, we’re reassigning you for the next three days.” “Okay. What’s the project?” “Well you know the managing partner is going through a messy divorce. Wife’s attorney hired a CPA to look at our books. The Adidas people are with us now using the main conference room, so you’re meeting the auditor in Conference B. I already set him up there with o

Boston, 1975. Charlie spends time with a co-worker. Romance blooms.

The sweltering heat continued to roast Metropolitan Boston and its unfortunate occupants. It was my third summer working at the funeral home. Despite only being in my mid-late 20’s, my boss had just made me funeral director in cases where we had to arrange simultaneous events and one of us had to cross into another state. Another one of his personnel changes that summer was his hiring of Peter, an 18 year old kid interning with us this summer. Possibly longer if he can work out his schedule at