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Julie L. Hayes
Thursday, October 25, 2012
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!
marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is
that person and what item do you have?
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.
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*
these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them: surgery, patronizing, bomb
Mandrake: Hmm okay, I’ll give it a go… Ahem
patronizing me you fool! I asked you where is the bomb?”
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.
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.
you here to save us? Please say you are, young man!” A grey haired old lady
exclaimed to me in a terrifying screech.
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!”
just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you
want. Who do you fuck first and why?
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
is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
Mandrake: Since I’m only the muse, Sharita would probably say curled up on the couch
with dinner, relaxing and watching a movie.
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.
they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
Mandrake: I’d like to think someone handsome could play me like Hugh Jackman or
Orlando Bloom. Someone with an accent preferably.
your favorite horror villain and why?
Mandrake: Sharita doesn’t fill the brain with horror flicks or musicals, sorry
so alas, I don’t have one.
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! ;)
there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to
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*
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,
“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
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
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
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!