Sometimes I like to post about authors I've read before and love. In this case it's David Russell, and he has two projects I think look interesting. I haven't read either of them yet, but I have posted about things of his I've enjoyed before, here. His books are sexy, emotional, and always tasteful. I find that I like his voice most of all. He writes in an intimate way that draws the reader into the story quietly.
The hero, Percival arranges a date through a contact mag.
He and Darlene have a rapturous scenario, handled with superb finesse and
supreme command of the wardrobe. He finds some hints of her complicated past.
Before and after the encounter, he is eyed up and accosted by malicious-seeming
men. The sense of an underlying hornet’s
nest is scary, and immediately detracts from the euphoria, which does
finally prevail.
Excerpt
I envisaged Darlene
dressing before her mirror, adoring her own image, caressing her thighs as she
drew up her stockings, loving her own image in the mirror, savouring her own
fully charged magnetism. I imagined delicious dressing in preparation for
delicious undressing – perhaps some feeling in her bones that I might be
someone out of the ordinary, or even an additional bonus of doing it with
another woman before my eyes.
I, in turn, practiced disrobing in front of my mirror, in subdued light, capturing all the alluring angles, savouring myself under the dream spell of her implicit eyes. I sensed the bleeps of telepathy in operation between us—laser-beamed gazes and breaths of rapture.
I spiced my sensations
with my favourite videos. Katy Perry’s Thinking of You and Teenage
Dream came to the fore, those graceful balletic of revelation, pulling
on the stockings, pulling off the jeans, my hands all over that lithe, tanned
form. I washed, ironed, and immersed myself into putting on and taking off all
the items in my wardrobe. I even had some limbering up chats
on the phone – some alluring voices there, even more magical for their
anonymity and their covert location. Those blind rehearsals
sharpened the visual and tactile imagination. Some aspects suit complete
darkness, others suit subdued light. Maybe at some point, there will be a home
video, capturing idyllic trysts indoors and outdoors, two lovers willing
themselves into dream perfection…great art is often a substitute or reminder
for experience. How much more fulfilling when it is an accompaniment or a
backdrop
The next book is Fool's Paradise. I can't get the photo to upload, but here's the blurb.
Blurb
In the heyday of
the Hippie Counterculture, Jim, a disaffected postgraduate, goes on a rural
retreat in quest of his identity. He finds a cool alternative abode, which
initiates in a bizarre relationship with the housemother, Celia, who turns out to
be an undercover police officer, but also with dubious connections. Things
develop, including a delicious one—off with Celia, and Jim is drawn towards the
edges of nefarious activity. He ends up waiting for his Barrister, convinced he
will clear him.
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This is David's info where you can read more:
David Russell - eXtasy Books
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b. 1940. Resident in the UK. Writer of poetry, literary criticism, speculative fiction and romance. Main poetry collection Prickling Counterpoints (1998); poems published in online International Times. Main speculative works High Wired On (2002); Rock Bottom (2005). Romances: Self’s Blossom; Explorations; Further Explorations; Therapy Rapture; Darlene (all pub Extasy (Devine Destinies). Singer-songwriter/guitarist. Main CD albums Bacteria Shrapnel and Kaleidoscope Concentrate. Many tracks on You Tube, under ‘Dave Russell’
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