Tyler Knoll was born one wild,
stormy night in April 2013.
Of course, Tyler might tell you
he was born twenty years earlier, but should we believe anything he says?
That’s for you to decide.
In Tyler’s first adventure—like
many a gay man before him—he was SNARED by gay porn, wallowing in tales of
bigger, stronger, harder….
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SHREDDED, SLASHED, and SCREWED.
In Tyler’s first adventure, he
was SNARED by gay porn….
Then his fickle mind was seduced
and SHREDDED by the prospect of BDSM
and slavery.
When a Big Misunderstanding SLASHED at Tyler’s sanity, almost
costing him his life, he turned to another genre for his salvation. But even
this encounter proved potentially hazardous—not from freezing temperatures, but
at the hands of irate fans.
Finally, tired and SCREWED by his all his trials and
tribulations, he discovers—like many storybook heroes before him—that sometimes
Mr. Right is closer than we think.
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Excerpt
from Snared:
Seeing you’ve read this far, it’s
probably time to let you in on a little secret. I’m into all types of porn, but
suit porn hovers near the top of the list, hence my reluctance to betray that
fact by having a permanent hard-on while checking out their threads. The other
reason was because the guys in these immaculate suits all worked on the upper
floors of Whoosit & Whatsit.
Now, before you scoff and say
there’s no such place, let me assure you that I may not be the brightest bulb
in the room, but I’m not stupid enough to divulge the real name of my
employers. You might out me to my boss in the mailroom.
The thing is Mrs. Stringer
wouldn’t give two hoots if you did. I was just the lowly guy who hand-delivered
important contracts to the upper floors for signing. Nothing special. Just a
hopeless idiot who barely made it through high school, thanks to his inability
to get the middle letters of words in the correct order, and who still can’t
see the connection between hippopotamuses, beasts that lurk in mud pools and
triangles. Aren’t they swanky orchestral instruments?
And just in case you’re wondering
how a dyslexic ignoramus like me can produce such flawless spelling and
wonderful prose, it’s called an editor. I’d tell you her name, but then she
might show you the original text, and I’d never live down the embarrassment.
Mind you, she wanted me to delete
that last statement, saying no editor would ever be so unprofessional, but
seeing she didn’t mind me having a go at readers; she’s fair game.
Holy catfish. Now, I’ve lost the
plot and we’re not even half way through the first chapter! I better backtrack
over what I’ve told you so far: Bar. Check. Friday night. Check. Suits. Check.
Weird feeling. Ah that’s right. I felt someone watching me.
You’d think a classy joint like
this would have mirrors around the wall to check out who was cruising who
without being obvious. No such luck. This was all stained timber and the
occasional out of focus painting. More like a swanky gentleman’s club than a
bar.
There was that prickle again. I
squirmed uncomfortably in my seat.
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About
the Author:
Unlike many authors, A.B. Gayle
hasn’t been writing stories all her life. Instead she’s been living
life.
Her travels have taken
her from the fjords of Norway to the southern tip of New Zealand. In
between, she’s worked in so many different towns she’s lost
count. A.B. has shoveled shit in cow yards, mustered sheep, been
polite to customers, traded insults with politicians. Sometimes she needs
to be forgiven as she get confused as to who needs what where.
Now living in Sydney, Australia,
A.B. finally has time to allow her real life experiences to
morph with her fertile imagination in order to create fiction that she hopes
her readers will enjoy.
A.B. values feedback on
her writing, both negative and positive.
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