Over the years I have had unexplained things happen to me...or 'para' normal experiences. I don't talk about them much because I am very analytical and science minded, and I know everything has a logical explanation. Or does it?
With the growing popularity of ghost hunting shows on television and in the movies, I began to see that I was not alone. 'The truth is out there' if ya know what I mean.
Black Leather Phoenix is about a young man, Gale Hansen, who is tossed into a life of Satanic worship as a very young child by his nutty mom. His mother was a single parent who gave birth to Gale when she was in her teens. Though Gale lives on his own, he tends to draw other individuals who are open to spirits and demonic entities, as well as the spirits themselves. At first Gale does not realize he is a beacon for all things dark, soon he is overwhelmed by their forces, and involved in very black deeds. Although this novel is pure fantasy, it does incorporate some of the battles against good and evil, as well as a young gay man who is trying to come to terms with a messed up childhood and a crazy mother.
I hope you enjoy this dark erotic tale, and get spooked as well as hot!
Even at fifteen years of age Gale Hansen knew when his mother dabbled in devil worship, something very bad was going to happen to him. Without realizing it, Gale’s own practice in dark magic opened doors to the shadow world and he lived his life fighting back the sins of his teens. At twenty he was still struggling, trying to keep away from drugs, getting arrested for his violent temper, and lonely for a true heart that would be the guardian angel he needed to bring him into the light.
Jonathan Strickland, the CEO of a bank in Seattle, noticed the handsome young man during a social gathering at a mutual friend, Muriel Brown’s house. Though Jonathan was married and thirty years older than Gale, he bought the young man’s favors with cold hard cash.
During their brief affair, Gale sensed more demons surrounding him than usual and the fight renewed in him to free himself of the satanic curse he’d been saddled with. Sinking deeper and deeper into a doomed relationship with Jonathan, Gale isn’t getting what he needs emotionally from the older man and soon it becomes obvious it’s about money and what Jonathan can get from Gale physically.
All it took was one fateful evening for Gale’s worst nightmare to come true. He wakes from a deep drug-induced sleep with blood on his hands and his life spins out of control.
Locked up for a crime he did not commit, Gale prays for a strong spirit to beat back the gloom and rid him of the curse his mother had brought upon him so long ago when she unleashed the demons of the underworld. And that guardian angel shows up in the unlikeliest of places. The cemetery.
Can Gale free himself from his past and trust someone enough to let go and fall madly in love? Rise up like the Phoenix from the fiery gates to victory or will the devil himself, take the soul Gale promised him so many years ago?
Sometimes the way to get to heaven is by having to go through hell.
As a special treat to my fans, may I introduce a previously unpublished writer who is making her debut appearance in this novel. I would like you all to meet JC Szot. Enjoy her short story, Breaking Chains.
Sunday afternoon Gale rode his Harley to Muriel’s house in Woodway. It wasn’t unusual for him to stop by unannounced. Besides, Muriel claimed to be psychic.
“Darling. What a nice surprise.”
Gale smelled the booze on her from the night before. “Surprise? You should know I’m coming. Aren’t you clairvoyant?” Gale held his helmet in his hand.
“I know you need me. That much I know.” Muriel opened the door for him, inviting him into her black and white tiled foyer. “Leather chaps over soft blue jeans. Nice touch.” She caressed his hair. “You always appear to be a model off the pages for some ribbed or flavored exotic prophylactic.” She grinned broadly.
Gale smirked. “Stop thinking dirty thoughts about me.”
“I never stop, darling, you know that. Give me a kiss.”
He leaned down and pecked her cheek, then set his helmet beside the front door.
“What can I get you?” Muriel’s pink boa feather slippers made shushing noises as she walked to the kitchen. Her matronly figure was draped in a floral print robe.
“Coffee?” Gale admired the spacious rooms as he passed through the hall. A stark comparison to his one bedroom dump in the U-District.
Tipping coffee into a mug at the counter, Muriel asked, “To what do I owe this honor?” She added sugar and cream, the way Gale liked it.
Gale sat on a bar stool in front of it, feeling the touch of her hand again in his hair. “Are you joining me? Or are you just going to stand there and fondle me?”
“Well,” her eyebrow raised. “Is that a list of my options?”
“Sit.” He gestured to the stool across the counter from him.
Once she relaxed with a cup of coffee of her own, Gale could tell Muriel was lost on him, watching his mouth. After a few gulps of sweet coffee, Gale grew annoyed by her dazed expression and cleared his throat. “Muriel. You’re worse than usual. Cut it out.” His skin heated up. He knew she was visualizing him naked. She had told him how often she tried to ‘conjure’ him up for her fantasies.
“Sorry.” She snapped into focus. “You were saying?”
“Tell me everything you know about Jonathan Strickland.”
“Why do you want to know?”
Gale leaned his elbows on the counter to speak more intimately. “I got some strange vibes from him last night. What’s he into?”
“Nothing unusual, my sweet. He’s married, has two adult children, a Cocker Spaniel, a Mercedes, and a nice home in the suburbs. That’s all there is.”
“Sorry, dear.” Muriel sipped her coffee. “Did you want me to tell you he’s a closet homosexual who loves leather?”
Gale smiled. “Yes.”
Her eyes lit up in amusement. “You could tempt any man to the ‘dark side’.”
“Don’t use that phrase.” Gale shivered.
“Sorry. The image of your tattoo is like a brand on my brain.”
“I wish I’d never gotten it. How stupid was I?” Gale shook his head.
“You were fifteen and dabbling into drugs and the occult. You won’t be the first, nor the last.”
“I know. But I regret it. I feel as if the shadows won’t leave me alone.”
Muriel waved his comment off. “You know, it’s odd you’re asking me about him.”
Gale perked up. “Who?”
“Because Jonathan asked me to ask you to phone him.”
“He wants me to call him?” Gale’s skin covered in chills.
Muriel studied Gale’s eyes. He assumed she was ‘reading’ him. She claimed it was her favorite pastime.
“He knows you hate your job. Why don’t you meet with him and see what he can do for you.”
“My job? Believe me, if Jonathan wants me to call him, it’s got nothing to do with work.”
“Gale, everyone can see how unhappy you are. You need looking after. Jonathan is just being fatherly.”
“You’re talking such crap. He wants to stick his dick up my ass.” Gale noticed Muriel’s stare intensify. “Fine. If you want, I’ll call him.” Gale shrugged. “I don’t know what you expect him to do for me other than proposition me. I already have everything I need.”
“Your leathers and your Harley.” She smirked.
“You forgot cock.”
“Oh! Heaven forbid.” She rolled her eyes. “There are finer things in life and I want to see you enjoy them all. You need to be spoiled. You’ve had too much misery not to have it good now.”
Gale felt his expression darken. “I’m not miserable anymore. Don’t worry about me.”
“I do worry. You’re such a liar.” She smiled to soften the blow.
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