Guest Blogger Michael Mandrake

Welcome back author Michael Mandrake, one of the talented triad of muses of my dear friend Sharita! Today Michael has answered my infamous Rick Reed questions! See what he has to say! And look, he brought along some friends!  Good job, Michael!

The Questions

1)      You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?

Michael Mandrake: Since I am the muse and it is my choice, I’ll take Jason Momoa away from his wife. The one item? Plenty of lube. *smirks* Assuming we have all the daily necessities for survival.

   2)  Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?

Michael Mandrake: Oh boy, I am a gay male muse but I’m not a fan of musicals. Go figure. *cheeky grin*

3)      Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them:  surgery, patronizing, bomb

Michael Mandrake: Hmm okay, I’ll give it a go… Ahem

“Stop patronizing me you fool! I asked you where is the bomb?”

“Inside the bulding,” the idiot immediately responded. If I didn’t have lives to save right now, I’d kick his ass and send him to surgery.

Within seconds I was inside the building. Plenty of people were crpuched on the floor , afraid to move for fear they would die a lot quicker than the five minutes they might’ve had left.

“Are you here to save us? Please say you are, young man!” A grey haired old lady exclaimed to me in a terrifying screech.

I smiled and winked at her before heading upstairs to the room where the ticking bomb might be staged. “If only I had the power to see through walls like Superman right now!”

4)      You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you want. Who do you fuck first and why?

Michael Manrake: Oh see question one. I just love Jason Momoa. He’s incredibly hot, I’ve used him as the muse in 2 of my stories already. I’ve heard he’s very nice and has the attitude of…um, some sort of hobo. In an interview he said he doesn’t own a cell phone. *laughs* He’s so manly, dreamy and uh… okay I digress!

5)      What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?

Michael Mandrake: Since I’m only the muse, Sharita would probably say curled up on the couch with dinner, relaxing and watching a movie.

6)      When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?

Michael Mandrake: I begin with characters. If I look at a man, say Jason Momoa, I already have his character in my head to build a story around. Now I need to find out what defines him and makes him different from any others I’ve already written about.

7)      If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?

Michael Mandrake: I’d like to think someone handsome could play me like Hugh Jackman or Orlando Bloom. Someone with an accent preferably.

   8)  Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?

Michael Mandrake: Sharita doesn’t fill the brain with horror flicks or musicals, sorry so alas, I don’t have one.

9)      Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?

Michael Mandrake: Hmm, historical crush. If I could be with anyone who lived in the past I think it would be Jim Morrison. He was a poet. Yeah, a druggie too but I love the Doors. I hope that’s what you meant! ;)

10)   Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?

Michael Mandrake: Yeah, I do actually. It’s a story about a serial killer, supposedly reformed and released from jail on some sort of technicality. Then when he goes out and meets another man, he has the urge to kill him but instead, this guy is a hybristophiliac (Sexual attraction to serial killers). It wold be really gritty, sexy, and dark. *evil snicker*

Thanks for having me today, Julie!

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Over fifty doesn’t mean too old to find love

London Davies desires a man to take care of and despite the advances of his former lover and partner James, he pushes on to search for another to make him turn in his bachelor badge.

Brandon McFerry has been abused and scarred for the duration of his life. His only saving grace is his talent with the paintbrush. Although he hasn’t made his big break in the industry, he pushes on in hopes that one of his paintings will capture the attention of his obsession: London Davies

This is a romance. The kind that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside with some hot smexy sex thrown in. An emotional story between two men of different backgrounds searching for the same happy ever after ending!

Here is an Excerpt!

Brandon and London sat on the couch together as the artist spoke at length about the methods he’d used during the creation of the painting. To Brandon, the object of his desire seemed very interested in everything he’d said. He hoped he didn’t bore him with his babbling. The last thing he wanted to do was make the man tire of him too quickly.

London poured some more of the Cristal into both glasses. He handed the flute back to Brandon. They’d finished half the bottle but for whatever reason, Brandon still felt nervous. He took it and tried his best not to spill it, his hand trembling slightly. “Um thank you.” He sipped a little from the glass.

“You’re welcome.” London lightly smacked Brandon on his kneecap. “Love, chill out, yeah? We’re here just having drinks. Relax.”

Brandon nodded and lay back against the cushions. How could he relax knowing he sat beside the man of his dreams? He took a whiff of London’s manly scent. A mixture of cologne and after-shave, as strong as he’d expected. When it infiltrated his nostrils, he felt himself hardening under the slacks. The goose bumps became rocks on his flesh. He was perspiring a little; he hoped his desired one wouldn’t notice. “I’m tryin’, it’s just...” Brandon bit his lip and set the glass on the coffee table in front of him. “Well, I’ve admired you for such a long time, London, and I... This is really a thrill for me.”

London chuckled and moved closer to Brandon. He took the artist’s palm into his. “I get that, but I’m just a man, like any other. I don’t walk on water. No second coming here, love.”

To Brandon McFerry, he did. London had captivated him for years and now his dreams about being on this sofa with him in private had come true. Deep down he wished he could take London into his arms and kiss him feverishly. He’d envisioned a moment like that too, but he refrained. They had just met. “I know,” he sighed and placed a hand on top of London’s. “Tell me. You really like the painting?”

“I do.” London placed an arm around the younger man’s shoulder. “In fact, it resembles a work of art I have at home. I’d love to take you there to see it tonight.”

Brandon looked at the owner with widened eyes.

Did he just say...?

Brandon thought he just heard London say he wanted him to see a painting he had back at his house.

Could it be? Could the man he’d seemingly desired forever be in possession of a work of art that belonged to him? “I… um.” He swallowed hard. “You want me to accompany you home, tonight?”

London held onto him a little tighter. “Yes, I, I hope that isn’t too forward, it’s just... I really do like you and I’d love to see if that painting is yours. Forgive me for moving too quickly but...”

“No, no, not at all I’m just a bit taken aback by this. I’d love to go, though.”

“Good. Then, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to be my date for the rest of the evening. If it weren’t opening night, I’d certainly just ask James to take over but, since it’s a big event…”

“Yes, yes, I understand. I have no issue with staying here late with you.”

He really didn’t. There was nowhere he’d rather be than here with London and to him, the owner wasn’t moving too fast at all. Just right in his eyes.

“Great, now.” London poured the last two glasses of the expensive beverage. “Let’s finish this off, shall we? Then we’ll go out amongst the people.”

Damn.

Seeing London pour yet another glass of the champagne made Brandon wince. Truthfully, he’d already felt the effects after two glasses coming on quickly and he wished he didn’t have to drink anymore. However, he wondered if he refused London would that upset him. He took the glass. “Thank you very much.”

“And thank you again for the painting as well as your presence this night.” London toasted with Brandon, clinking their glasses together, before he drank the contents.

The painter nodded and did the same, hoping he’d be able to stay up for the duration of this evening.

I have to make a good impression on him if I want a chance at being part of his life.

Once they’d finished drinking the expensive bubbly, London led Brandon by the hand, back out to the main area. The hold London had on Brandon made his head swim, along with the wine.

He just couldn’t believe this. Him, Brandon McFerry, on the arm of London Davies, powerful businessman and owner of the new club, Fantasia. Many of his friends, especially Tyler, had told him to not get so wrapped up in this man, but how could he not? Even though he didn’t know much about the man, he’d long ago fallen in love with him from afar, and the fact that London expressed some interest in him made him happier that he’d never given up his dream of meeting him. 

BIO: Michael Mandrake is the gay male muse of author Sharita Lira who enjoys writing stories of everyday men in love in regular settings as well as extrordinary. Michael’s latest book True Meaning of Love is a self pubbed publication now avaiiable at Amazon and other online retailers. Please visit A Gay Man in a Females Body for more info.

Thanks for stopping by, Michael! And for bringing  your lovely friends!

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie