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Science Fiction with (gasp) sex!
Alan Maitland is a successful businessman on his way up the corporate ladder. Life is good, but life is also full of the unexpected. A scientific experiment goes awry, and Alan’s mind is transferred to the body of Hana Toussaint, a high-class escort. Suddenly, he must not only contend with a new identity, but with the eye-opening experience of living as a female: how to walk in high heels without falling; how to put on a bra without dislocating a shoulder; how to deal with makeup without poking out an eye; and how to get along in a society which in many ways is still male-dominated.
When Alan discovers that Hana has taken over his body, the two of them must work together to find the scientist who can reverse the experiment and give them back their respective lives. Along the way, they must cope with living as each other and learn what it's like to be a member of the opposite sex. And as their adventure goes on, Alan the woman must figure out his growing feelings for Hana the man.
Alan faces the biggest challenge of his life which Hana sums up with one decisive question:
“Are you man enough to be a woman?”
Enjoy an Excerpt
Alan stepped out of the hotel onto the still-busy street. The night air cooled his flushed skin. He took a deep breath and looked around. It was in a nondescript city neighborhood made up of multi-story buildings with commercial fronts. He didn’t recognize anything. Where am I?
He checked Hana’s phone for GPS or a map, but the display showed Enter your password. He had to find somebody to give him directions.
Spotting the illuminated sign of a convenience store, he headed down the street. In the light of the store window, he fished out the wallet and scanned the driver’s license again.
A man walked by, and Alan called out, “Hey, buddy!”
The man continued until he looked at him and stopped. “Hey, baby. What are you doing out so late? As if I need to ask.”
“Do you know where Charlton Street is?”
“If you invite me over, I may be able to help you.” The man grinned.
Alan frowned. What the hell had gotten into this guy? “Charlton Street. Tell me where Charlton Street is.”
The man ambled over and stood close. “Come on, sugar. How about being nice to a guy?” He reeked of alcohol.
“Oh, Christ,” Alan said. He stomped into the store. Behind the counter, a teenage boy flipped through a magazine. “Do you know where Charlton Street is?” Alan asked.
The boy raised his head and stared mesmerized. Alan snapped his fingers in front of the boy’s eyes. “Hey, you there. Where’s Charlton Street?”
The boy stammered, “This is Varick. Go out the door, turn right, and go down five blocks.” He stretched out his arm to point.
“Where’s East Seventy-Eighth Street?”
“That’s the Upper East Side. It’s miles from here.”
“Thanks.”
Alan started for the door, then stopped and gaped at the hand he had used to snap at the boy. He curled his fingers, then splayed them, looking at the long fingernails lacquered in bright red with little blue stars by the cuticles. He assumed the nails were fake, but he couldn’t tell. Then a surprising thought came to him: They were his fingernails.
He glanced up and saw a security mirror over the door. The teenage boy leaned over the counter to stare at his backside. He looked down. The skirt he wore was short, so he showed a lot of leg. No wonder the boy was checking him out. Checking him out? If he knew the truth, he would run for the hills. This was pushing cross-dressing to the limit.
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9 comments:
Thank you for participating in this book tour. Being an indie author is an uphill struggle.
According to Wikipedia, there are 2.2 million new books published each year, 300,000 in the U.S., 150,000 in the United Kingdom, 20,000 in Canada. The book review section of The Washington Post states they get 150 new titles each day. Each day! What are the chances of anyone getting noticed? Even if somebody has written the next classic, there’s the harsh reality of statistics. Having the public choose any particular book out of the annual American field of 300,000 strikes me as being the equivalent of winning the literary lottery. Congratulations, E. L. James: over 70 million copies of the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy sold.
By the way, the above is about new books published each year. According to Google, there are over 150 million books in existence! Literary lottery, indeed!
There's a lot of junk out there, which means the public is leery of investing their time in anything unknown. Who wants the literary equivalent of bad movie? "I want two hours of my life back." Cheers to the risk-takers who brought E. L. James to the forefront.
I appreciate you taking the risk.
All the best to you in your world. :-)
How long after you complete a book do you start thinking about your next book?
Thank you so much for taking time to bring to our attention another great read. I enjoy these tours and finding out about many terrific books.
Thanks for sharing the great post!
reply to Bernie Wallace
I'm sure, Mr. Wallace, that I'm multi-tasking like any other author or any other person for that matter. That is, I'm working on more than one project at the same time. I have a Word document in which I make notes about news items, science, technology, and plot ideas. I weave these together with an eye on creating a story. At any one time, I may have several ideas on the go. Some have a spark and warrant further investigation, and others, I let sit on the back burner, simmering away until that spark comes. And sometimes it never comes, and so, I abandon the idea.
What's next? I'm not sure. But I will commit to you today to enjoying the summer sunshine, going for a walk in the park, and cooking up a salmon steak with a baked potato and string beans for dinner tonight. In amongst all that, I will open that Word document and see if I can find a spark for the next big thing.
Good evening, Mr. Belle. My question for you today is if you do all of your writing on a laptop/desktop or if you find yourself scribbling your ideas down on a piece of paper or even a napkin from time to time?
reply to Bea LaRocca
I have become so electronic, I don’t like to jot anything on a piece of paper, thinking I will later have to transcribe it. Even in the middle of night, if I wake up with a flash of inspiration, I will get up to wake my computer out of Sleep mode to quickly type out an idea. My cell phone, linked to Gmail, has an app called Google Keep, a quickie note system where I can jot down ideas while on the go. On the go: Thumb a ride and thumb a thought.
But let’s be realistic. At some point I may be without technology and will have to resort to the ol’ tried-and-true. Referring to a previous answer, my drink does come with a napkin, now if only the waiter could lend me his pen.
sounds interesting
Sounds like a great read
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