Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Dubrovnik - Portuguese


Ligação de Dubrovnik.

Momentos de ódio.
Momentos de amor.
Momentos da morte.
Momentos com a matança de Alexander Crown.
Ele é um assassino? Ele é um filantropo?
O que é preciso para ser uma pessoa em causa, amigável e amorosa em um mundo de engano, roubo e assassinato?
Alexander Crown irá mostrar-lhe!

Portuguese Outnumbered

Alexander Crown, link.

Seus lábios quentes e húmidos no meu.
Eu ri.
O cano de sua arma imprimido no meu pescoço.
Eu riu.
Ela travou o cano na minha pele. Eu não queria um buraco no pescoço. Peguei a arma da mão dela.
"Mudderfucker," ela disse.
"You sei como franzir não? " Eu perguntei.
Ela enrugadas.
Eu resmunguei.
"Kiss me novamente ou tornar-se inexoravelmente morto, " ela riu.
Inexoravelmente está morto para mim significava que minha morte foi impossível parar, ou evitar, e ela é a única com um amigo atrás de mim segurando uma arma.
Enrugada, empurrou os meus lábios em sua direção, mas não senti o wetness esponjoso, quente, que eu esperava quando nossos lábios tocaram. Na verdade não toquei em nossos lábios. Quando abri os olhos estava beijando o cano frio e duro de um revólver novo, pequeno.

Eu esperei sentir vazio e com o coração partido, mas em vez disso me senti vivo indissoluvelmente. Bem, não está morto, mas quase mortos desde que a arma estava apontada agora minha garganta.
"Just brincando, " ela gritou com o riso. "Now dá-me o diamante e colar de esmeraldas Michelangelo feita ou uma bala irá girar para baixo sua garganta e sair do seu cu. "
Tirei lentamente o colar do meu bolso da capa interna, movendo-se lentamente e mostrando a mulher linda loira, olhos azuis, que eu respeitava sua demanda e não era uma ameaça para o bem-estar dela, tirei o pulso com o saco de feltro segurando que o colar e a arma dela voaram da mão dela. Caiu no cimento dez pés para o lado. Desde que o parque em Londres estava vazio pensei em Brexit e então eu apanhando ela pelo braço e arrastou-a para a arma. Eu deixá-la ir e apontaram a arma no chão. Ela encolheu-se e borracha o pulso.

"Pick-o, " Eu disse.

Ela pisou longe de mim, prontos para disparar a cabeça dela como um cachorro tentando entender a linguagem humana. Ela ajoelhou-se. Apenas quando sua mão agarrou na arma eu chutei fora. Ela pulou atrás dele e caiu do lado dela. Passou por cima dela e pegou a arma, examinei e jogou no rio. Pegou o parisiense bonito, empurrou-a contra a parede, enrolei uma perna em torno dele e plantou o maior beijo nos lábios, que comeu e mordeu-a para onde ele quase tirou sangue.
Quando me afastei ela disse, "Fuck, faça isso de novo e eu vou ter que te matar dentro de doze horas. "
"Promises-Promises," Eu disse e beijou-a novamente. Envolveu as mãos ao redor de meus ombros e me puxou para ela. Eu resisti, em seguida, cedeu. "Do isso novamente e verá o dia depois de tentar me matar. Ela me puxou e beijou-me desta vez.
Ah, Paris, não há nenhum lugar no mundo onde o romance pode ameaçá-lo com a morte e excitá-lo com vida simultaneamente.

Alexander Crown, link.



Greasy Bottom


An Alexander Crown novel, book 1

Heiße Männer und scharfe Frauen eine Familienfehde. Liebe macht Sie verrückt, Familie macht Sie im Delirium und Rache kann zerstören alles, was Sie schätzen.

Alexander Crown ist die zerstörerische Kraft in dieses spannende Umfeld, wo gefühlvolle Leidenschaft ein Dreieck der Liebe, abscheuliche Mord und die Suche nach Frieden in einem Land ist, die demokratischen Freiheit suchen.Eine Familienfehde, harte Männer und scharfe Frauen ändert sich alles.Loyalität, Pflicht, Ehre und Liebe sind die Leidenschaften und Gifte in diesem erotischen Streben nach Freiheit und Liebe, in einem Land kulturell und politisch seit Jahrzehnten unterdrückt.



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Fishing for Plums

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What if you were James Bond, or even a person as skilled as Agent 007, helping helpless people live better lives, helping limit terrorism, and causing turmoil, fighting deadly villains  around the world?

What if I told you I traveled to Europe, that I was part James Bond 007? Was I or wasn't I. Read Travels with Tom when the book is published next summer 2017. You will laugh and cry along the European drive from Dubrovnik to Greece to Turkey and up to central and northern Europe, having passports confiscated, drinking and fighting with strangers, offers to kill and sexual temptations beyond imagination.

Travels with Tom

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Can't Find Newman

Alexander Crown, book 1
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Hot hommes, les femmes épicées un et querelle de famille. L’amour vous rend fou, famille vous fait délirer et vengeance détruit tout ce que vous chérissez.

Loyauté, devoir, honneur et amour sont les passions et les poisons dans cette quête érotique pour la liberté et l’amour, dans un pays culturellement et politiquement réprimé depuis des décennies.
Hommes, femmes épicées une querelle de famille change tout.

Alexander Crown est l’élément perturbateur dans cet environnement passionnant, où passion Soul conduit un dangereux triangle d’amour, de meurtre odieux et de recherche de la paix dans un pays démocratique de la liberté.

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Monday, September 12, 2016

Mass Appeal


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Travels with Tom
By Ben Campbell
Copyright © 2017 Ben Campbell

USA|Canada|UK|Europe|Australia|India|Japan
Publication late summer 2017
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Driving a Volkswagen Beetle around Europe, Travels with Tom, depicts spicy hitch-hikers, village fights, camping in cow pastures, drinking with strangers, smoking whatever, driving in skivvies, defrauded by cops, passports confiscated, offers to kill, and so much more.

Unlike On the Road by Jack Kerouac, Travels with Tom takes place in Europe. Like On the Road, Travels with Tom is simple yet complex, a story of two friends whose Cross-European road trip evolves into a wanderlust of the human soul. Publishing summer of 2017.

A traveler without eyes is only a traveler, but with eyes a traveler becomes enriched. Traveling is a window and a mirror to everything you see in front, beside and behind you. This was one lesson learned while traveling to and around Europe. More lessons jumped out of unexpected situations by way of people, places and music, all filled with humanity.
STORY TO CONTINUE....

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Mass Appeal 1

Alexander Crown, link.

Her lips hot and moist on mine.
I laughed.
The barrel of her handgun imprinted on my neck.
I snickered.
She jammed the barrel deep in my skin. I didn't want a hole in my neck. I snatched the gun from her hand.
"Mudderfucker," she said.
"You know how to pucker don't you?" I asked.
She puckered.
I grumbled.
"Kiss me again or become inexorably dead," she snickered.

Inexorably dead to me meant that my death was impossible to stop, or prevent, and she is the one with a friend behind me holding a gun.

I puckered, pushed my lips toward her but didn't feel the spongy, warm wetness I had expected when our lips touched. Our lips didn't actually touch. When I opened my eyes I was kissing the cold, hard barrel of a new, small handgun.

I expected to feel empty and heartbroken, but instead I felt inextricably alive. Well, not dead but almost dead since the handgun was now pointed down my throat.

"Just kidding," she screamed with laughter. "Now give me the diamond and emerald necklace Michelangelo made or a bullet will spin down your throat and exit from your asshole."

I slowly pulled the necklace from my inner jacket pocket, moving slowly and showing the blue-eyed, blonde-haired lovely woman that I respected her demand and wasn't a threat to her well-being, I snapped her wrist with the felt bag holding the necklace and her handgun flew from her hand. It landed on the cement ten feet to the side. Since the park in London was empty I thought about Brexit, and then I grabber her by the arm and dragged her to the gun. I let her go and pointed at the gun on the ground. She cringed and rubber her wrist.

"Pick it up," I said.

She stepped away from me, cocked her head like a puppy trying to understand human language. She knelt down. Just when her hand grabbed at the gun I kicked it away. She jumped after it and fell on her side. I stepped over her and picked up the gun, examined it and then threw it in the river. I picked up the pretty Parisian, shoved her against the wall, wrapped one leg around it and planted the biggest kiss on her lips, one that nibbled and bit her to where it almost drew blood.

When I pulled away she said, "Fuck you, do that again and I'll have you killed within twelve hours."

"Promises-promises," I said, and kissed her again. She wrapped her hands around my shoulders and pulled me into her. I resisted then relented. "Do that again and I'll see the day after you try to have me killed. She pulled me in and kissed me this time.

Ah, Paris, there's no where else in the world where romance can threaten you with death and excite you with life simultaneously.

Alexander Crown, link.