How High Should I Jump? by R. Milton Quibner - Let's Talk About This One...

"Sadly, most men are obsessed with self-gratification. While this may have been acceptable in former times, Today's Dynamic Woman has no patience for a man bent on pleasing himself..."

How High Should I Jump?
The Satirical Guide to Pleasing
  Today's Woman

By R. Milton Quibner, HE.R.S

"Her greatest power, and her critical beauty, comes from her mouth, and yet I haven't the reserves to stand longer under her illustrative bray. Would that I was a younger, stronger man, how truly learned would I be." --Scribbling Aristoxenus

"I can't relate the joys I've experienced, waiting at my desk while my wife and her partners recreate, knowing the event is proceeding according to her/their desires. Hearing explosions of ecstasy emanating from my bedroom never ceases to bring a tear to my eye. Many's the time I've paused in my note-taking to soak in the sounds of satisfaction from her happy partnering...

"I, too, have made myself sick wondering if my wife's recreational partners sincerely felt comfortable in the setting I provided...

"Today's Rightfully-Demanding Woman feels no hesitation letting her partner know when she's had enough of him, and often enjoys this act of expression. Your role: be a good sport. Of course, some women, for politeness' sake, don't express their desire to have you leave, so you'll need to be on your toes...Since you've been charting her every gesture, desire, thought and feeling, you should also be taking notes about her body language as she approaches the moment of recreational coitus, especially the telling 'little things', say  deep sigh and anxious look at the door, or her fingers absently rubbing her clitoris while she checks the clock, clear indications it's time for you to go...

Heterosexual symbol two hearts (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
"Your wife will, at some point, need to share herself
with as many men as possible in order to expand her
library of sexual experiences, or she'll feel her sexual
development requires taking numerous men to her recreational futon. This is especially the case when
the woman is young or has been unfairly denied 
recreational partners. Your role, as Meneleus foresaw,
is that of offering your wife to a legion of men..."
~~~

My Background Investigative Research:
This book placed me in quite a quandry! When I was first asked to review the book and learning the full title, I quickly indicated that I didn't do "satire" well. Nevertheless, the author indicated that I might be just the person and I agreed to allow it to be sent... [BTW, I do do sarcasm fairly well...]

When I got it: At the top clearly is the following: Warning: FOR MEN ONLY...

Well, the last time I checked, I marked Female on any questionnaire...So who is this book for, really? Sure, I review books, but shouldn't I have been disqualified? Yet the author knew my name and my pic is alllllll over the Internet wherever books are, right? Ok, so, I decided the only thing to do is just start reading...

Oh, yes, I should also mention that the writer has letters behind his name... and they aren't the normal ones, such as B.S. or PhD... It's HE.R.S.--Heterosexual Relationship Specialist...

I am heterosexual, so that at least fit...but I spent nearly 40 years on a university campus and I don't think there is a higher education program for this specialist... Nor are there books in any library such as those you will find in the very lengthy "Reading List--note not Bibliography" provided... Many of you may have read my nonfiction reviews and normally the first thing I do is mention the credentials of the author and something about the Bibliography and research...

Needless to say, I was beginning to have even more concerns....A Fraud? Can just anybody write about sex, proclaim that they are a Heterosexual Relationship Specialist??? So I googled it! And I found this man...but nobody else popped up... except those that were in the psychological arena.
That is not Quibner's background, and, indeed, must of his book feeds back to...ancient times???
                                               
Meet R. Milton Quibner. As a Heterosexual Relationship Specialist and Pre-Classical scholar, my work blends modern relationship themes and issues with a Classical/Pre-Classical reference points. In short, I take a non-psychological approach to understanding and sorting out heterosexual relationship issues; rather than offering what I call ‘psycho-babblical band-aids’ for what I feel are more character issues, the Sexual Symposium will investigate, explore and examine the state of modern sexual relationships and offer long-term philosophical insights and observations aimed at developing the entire individual. Employing a generous level of humor and self-deprecation while refusing to adhere to politically-correct and ultimately empty platitudes, the half-hour Sexual Symposium will explore contemporary themes relevant to modern couples including but not limited to the following themes:

Freeing Woman to explore the world of her choosing
The Dating Dilemma facing Women: who really is Modern Man and why is he such a wimp
The Absurdity of Monogamy, and making judgments of each other’s behavior
The end of Male Dominance and the beginning of the Era of Women
Perspectives on the Feminist Revolution and Man’s lack of response
The Effortlessness of Pornography and the Internet Revolution
Modern Woman’s Obsession with Perfection
As the show develops, I will bring in several guest experts, including my wife, Mia, an Intuitive Life Coach, as well as relevant archive material.

MQ

The book opens with a speech which was "given at a seminar in joint cooperation with the Association of Betrayed Professionals and the Network of Betrayed Individuals Seeking Help, on October 3, 2011..."

It was interesting... and I found I could accept most of what the writer was saying...

Good? Right?

Of course not, this book is a Satire:

"Satire is a genre of literature, and sometimes graphic and performing arts, in which vices, follies, abuses, and shortcomings are held up to ridicule, ideally with the intent of shaming individuals, and society itself, into improvement.[1] Although satire is usually meant to be funny, its greater purpose is often constructive social criticism, using wit as a weapon. A common feature of satire is strong irony or sarcasm—"in satire, irony is militant"[2]—but parody, burlesque, exaggeration,[3] juxtaposition, comparison, analogy, and double entendre are all frequently used in satirical speech and writing. This "militant" irony or sarcasm often professes to approve of (or at least accept as natural) the very things the satirist wishes to attack.Satire is nowadays found in many artistic forms of expression, including literature, plays, commentary, and media such as lyrics."

Ok, so if this book is for men only, then I should assume that those being ridiculed are men--so that they are shamed into improvement, right? Then, why is this all about "Today's Dynamic, Vibrant Woman"???

"Degradation, or Consciously Measured Sublimation? There's nothing degrading about accepting the superiority of Today's Dynamic, Vibrant Woman. Yes, what's required is the sublimation of traditional male ego, but this is part of evolution and is the only direction a Real Man can take. A virile man acknowledges his helplessness and allows her to make all his decisions: all."

Now, no woman in her right mind, would accept this about a man or woman...Can we really expect that men will know the difference of who is being satired? Sure, the basic idea is to use humor to help men realize that women have changed. I doubt seriously that any intelligent woman would want her partner to read and "laugh" along with this book...

So why ask women to review it? One female reviewer on the back cover called it "Wise-ass hilarity." My problem: I found none of it humorous... My opinion is that for any woman who has been in the position of fighting her way in a male-dominated world--organization, family, or whatever... she really has not changed her basic values about sexuality. Just because the world entertainment has opened up, that does not mean that average women hav become promiscuous nor want any part of the sexualization that is happening--including Human Trafficking!

It does not take Satire to become a better partner in a heterosexual relationship, just as it did not take Satire to be a woman in the business world who saw relationships develop, saw men going after every woman in an office environment... If women chose to participate, I can guarantee you that it wasn't for the same reasons that men used...

Just as I cannot accept 50 Shades of Gray as a book that has become world-wide news, due to the entertainment field's proliferation of sexuality, I do not accept that How High Should I Jump? will do anything more than have men enjoy this piece of Satire, laughing uproariously as they believe that it "ain't going to happen in my house..." 

Here's what I've always used for evaluating a potential relationship:

Ephesians 5:22-33

New International Version (NIV)

22 Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. 23 For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. 24 Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.
25 Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her 26 to make her holy, cleansing[a] her by the washing with water through the word, 27 and to present her to himselfas a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. 28 In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. 29 After all, no one ever hated their own body, but they feed and care for their body, just as Christ does the church— 30 for we are members of his body. 31 “For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.”[b] 32 This is a profound mystery—but I am talking about Christ and the church. 33 However, each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband.

OK, OK, a disclaimer: I've never been married, so has my basis been unreasonable? You know, my guess is that men thought the above quote was probably Satire as well... They learned the first part: "Wives Submit Yourselves..." Then stopped reading or thought the rest was humorous...

Because it's rare for that much-older Book excerpt to be followed any more than this one might be... Enjoy Satire? Having problems with your wife? Hey, it's your marriage--You Decide...



GABixlerReviews 

Let's listen again to a song about loving a woman... I really don't think this is funny or humorous... at least these singers consider Love a serious matter...romantic even?

Gemini's War By Amy McCorkle Takes Readers Into Wicked World of Sex Trafficking! Exciting But Sensitively Done!

"I ceased to believe in angels when I was three years old; when the evil from which my mother so valiantly tried to protect me came and took her, plunging me headlong into madness. Evil I know your name. And it has always been Father. Three times I thought I’d broken the bond for good. Three times I was captured and dragged screaming defiantly back into hell. This time there would be no escape. There was nowhere to run. It was sure to end in death. 
"The fight had finally been knocked out of me by the time I was twenty-five. My father was all-powerful. His name rang through the halls of justice when an undesirable need arose to service the dark pleasures of those same men. I was his daughter, and I was not immune.’ My short life had been written in blood. I could smell cigarette smoke and stale beer and heard the sound of raucous laughter as I lie there drugged and fighting to maintain consciousness. 
“This is some cold-blooded shit. She must have something big on the old man.” 
“But… his own daughter?” 
“Hey, it’s not for me to judge. He pays me for this kind of work. I never said I was a softie.” 
“You have kids, don’t you?”
"I forced my eyes open as my heart still strained against the effects of the barbiturate cocktail they had injected me with a few hours beforehand.
 “Yeah,” the fat one said, “I almost regret abducting this one. She just wanted to be...” 
"My eyes were losing focus again, and it was hard to breathe. I spied a gun 
out of reach. I’d learned how to shoot one out of necessity. I stretched my fingers as far as they would go to no avail. My fingertips brushed the gun’s grip. I knocked it to the ground, causing it to discharge. The men jumped.
 “Goddamn it. Waste of a perfectly good bullet,” the fat one swore. “Tie her hands and feet.” The slender man hesitated. “Dammit, Johnson, if the old man isn’t hesitating in rubbing her out, what makes you think he’ll hold back on us?” 
"Johnson grabbed my hands without mercy and bound them together until the rope dug into my skin. I was too weak to fight back. The will to survive overrode the pain. I saw men running toward us as they heaved me over the side of the Kennedy Bridge Were those FBI logos on their jackets? I screamed as loud as I could. I prayed they would rescue me as I plummeted towards the water. I did not want to die. 

~~~

. 
Gemini's War:

Gemini Rising--Book 1    

By Amy McCorkle

She was only 10 when he saved her the first time. No matter that it hadn't worked--he had been shot and could not get her away. Instead, the little girl had managed to hide him and take care of him until he was well enough--but he knew without her he would have died...

Aldan had infiltrated her father's building because one of his men had taken the Queen's niece. He was the best man in the British Secret service and was sent to find her. Instead, when he'd broken in, he found Gemini being raped and had tried to save her! Jacobs Michael had shot him! The queen's niece had been returned but had been so damaged that he was still cloistered. Aidan had been ordered back into service...

Still, when he plunged into the river and saved her from drowning, it was hard to believe he had come back...

Gemini was now 25 and her father had finally decided she was never going to willingly accept him as her lover--or anybody else he demanded she give her favors to... But that didn't mean that since she was saved that he would just let her go! Once more he was on the hunt!

Aiden had saved her from drowning but he had been personally affected by all that had happened to him, including having been married and having a daughter... and now being alienated from both. 

Just recently he had learned they were both killed in an accident and he grieved knowing that he had never been able to make up with his daughter...

“Try me. My life is an endless knot of troubles.” 

“My ex-wife Michele and our daughter Christina were killed when a suicide bomber walked into a café in Mumbai.” 

“Why would that be complicated? You loved them, didn’t you?”

 “My daughter, yes, very much so.”

 “How old was she?” “Nineteen.” For a moment I said nothing. It was unnatural for a parent to lose a child.

 “You said ex-wife…”

 “Our relationship was complicated. She was a double agent. She often played both ends against the middle, just to see what would happen. And when our marriage soured she used Christina as a pawn in her games.”

 “Did you ever think about walking away from the secret service to raise Christina?”

 “I had planned to do that when the Queen called on me to find her niece. She said if I brought her home I could walk away free, no strings attached.” 

“And if you didn’t?” “She’d make it impossible for me to do so.”

 “My father happened.” 

He looked at me sharply. “You happened.” His words stung. A lump formed in my throat. But I forced it back down. “If you want to walk away, do it now. Because I’d rather be dead than treated like this.” He erupted.

 “My daughter is dead because I was too busy chasing ghosts to fight for her. I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.” 

~~~

“Michaels,” Aidan said curtly. “You are a tricky dick. You’ve done something no one else was ever able to do.” 
“Pray tell.” The sound of my father’s voice was like an ice bath to my senses. Anxiety now hammered me over the head threatening to strangle me. I couldn’t breathe. “Why… you’ve seduced my daughter and made her love you, of course.” 
“How dare you use that word? You murdered my mother and raped me. You raped me. You are evil. Pure evil incarnate. You are unnatural! Incest is unnatural. Then you sold me out to your highest bidders to do what they wanted with me. You are sick. What you did was disgusting.”
 “Shut-up, you insolent bitch! And as for you, Aidan Wells, I trusted you with my business years ago. I thought killing you would be enough to rid me of you. I guess I have to thank my brat of a daughter for your survival. I thought I was well rid of you. But just when I think I was rid of you both, you turn up like bad pennies. You’d think the death of your own daughter Christina would be enough to make you give up this crusade.” 
"I was terrified. I wanted to curl up in Aidan’s arms and have him protect me from this man who wouldn’t let me go. But the mentioning his daughter had hit him hard. His body stiffened. His gaze hardened. I gathered up my courage and pushed my fear as far down as I could and seethed, “You rotten sonofabitch! You are a rapist, a murderer, and a pimp. You enslave women for your own sick pleasure and sadistic wants. You’re lucky you’re not here because if you were, a grieving father’s rage would be the least of your problems.” 
“Oh look, isn’t she cute, the rat terrier defending her master. Just remember, Gemini, I’m everywhere. There’s no place you can go in this world, there’s no place you can hide that I don’t have someone who will hunt you down and bring you back to me. So enjoy your little field trip, because you will pay for it. And you, Aidan Wells—” A
"idan cut him off. With a quiet, grief-filled rage, his blue eyes glistening with unshed tears I was sure he would not allow Jacob to see, he said from between his teeth, “As for you Jacob Michaels, you have just signed your death warrant.” “Big words.” “Sleep with one eye open, you evil son of a bitch, because I’m coming for you. And I’m taking you down.”
 "My father blinked. It was the first time I had seen him do it – nobody had ever stood up to him before, let alone threatened him. Aidan pulled out his gun and blew a hole in the dashboard. The sound was deafening. And I jumped so high my head hit the roof of the car. As we travelled down the road he holstered his gun. I didn’t know what to say or do. Everything in me said go to him. Even if it meant causing him to lash out at me.
~~~

Aiden and Gemini falling in love did not surprise me. Gemini had seen Aiden as her hero, her savior, even when he failed to save her when she was just 10... He had tried, he had been the first person to show any small piece of concern for Gemini since her mother had died...

But McCorkle totally caught me off guard with what happened as the climax of the novel! It was mind-blowing for me!  

The merge of romantic love within human trafficking has been effectively done by this author! Kudos to her... There was just enough balance between both individuals being afraid of a relationship, given what life Gemini had been forced to live, and their need to relate to each other after their early meeting when Gemini actually saved Aiden's life rather than the other way around...

I was also amazed at the quality of hope that was given to Gemini by the author. Surely, when you can never, ever trust your father it would affect your ability to get past what has been done to you emotionally, physically and mentally. While anger was apparent continuously for Gemini, she exhibited a strength of character that had to be there to make this book work! I applaud the author again, for the depth of this character while presenting what happened to her so sensitively.

This subject is an emotional roller coaster for me. As an abused child, and knowing other women who were abused, I know what it takes to get past...that past... When it evolves from inside the family, it can be devastating... But the spread of human trafficking around the world reveals that there are so many individuals who have perverted their sexual desires--and just as many who use those perversions to achieve money and power.

How awful that an individual, like Gemini's father, can rise in the business world, by merely providing for those who are willing to pay for those secret desires! 

I hate to consider that this could be true to some small or great extent...

If we are not willing to confront these issues through books and spread the word that it has got to stop, there seems no hope for America's and the world's future... This romantic suspense is an excellent way to see what happens and realize that those children taken are worthy of love, respect and, most of all...saving!

I consider this a must-read for anybody who cares about the young girls who you love and who could easily be lost within this world! Highly recommended! This is one of the best I've read on this subject...

GABixlerReviews

Amy McCorkle writes romantic thrillers and under Kate Lynd for her scifi and dystopian books has nine books including the Amazon Bestselling GLADIATOR, Bounty Hunter, and her memoir, Letters to Daniel. She spends most of her time writing books and feeding her pet kitty Chyna. She has been awarded for her books, screenplays, and her blogs as well. She aspires to write her own television series, an indie soap, and to gain a traditional publishing contract and agent. Her most recent achievement is having Stan Lee eat her food and winning Best Sci Fi Screenplay for Bounty Hunter with her best good friend, Melissa Goodman.

Muffin Man Coulda Been Better--By Cutting Half of the Book... Just My Personal Opinion, of course...

"Pushing herself backwards, away
from the face pressed close to hers,
Louise replied only with a prim: I
bed your pardon?"
"She noticed he was carrying some
kind of bagel in his hand. With eyes
peering between hat and scarf, the
half-hidden face repeated the question,
impatiently:
"I said: when do you think it's going
to start?"
"Louise uncomfortable being so close
to the strange, furtive face in the
gathering early evening gloom, voiced
another question in an uneasy voice:
"What are you talking about?
"His answer was a gruff, peremptory:
"Always questions; can't get a straight
answer nowadays. Listen, if you really
don't know anything, then you'd
better be careful..."

Guess that's why U.S. cops stick to
doughnuts!

Muffin Man*

Stephan Collina

I think I've read enough fiction by now that I sometimes resent authors that I know could do better but seemingly goes, instead, for what maybe will sell better... What would that be? Drugs and sex, of course...

"General, you know I respect you more than any
man alive. I'd like to help you out, I would, but
I've promised Emily I wouldn't go back.
"Abrams, beginning to speak even before Ed had
mouthed the last word: "Oh, don't give me that
bullshit. You were born to soldier.
"Ed: "Maybe, but I've had enough. And Emily and
me, well, it's been tough. I've changed. Fitting in
here is hard. I don't want to have to go through
all that again when it's finally over.
Abrams: "You can't leave a job undone, Ed. It's
not in your nature.
"Ed: It's tough, I'll grant you that. But a promise
is a promise...
"As soon as the General's car disappeared from
view, a frustrated Ed walked over to his daughter
and slapped her hard on the wrist, reddening the
skin, saying as he did so: "That's for being so
clumsy."
~~~

Believe me,, there are millions of people who do not take drugs, deal, or enjoy reading about the joys of sitting around being high and/or the promiscuous sex that accompanies those activities. I'm one of those individuals. It is just NOT fun to read about somebody stealing, taking, using, and talking about stealing, taking, using... In fact, it was boring. So much so, that many pages are skimmed and passed by since they add nothing but many--too many words to a book... IF you like the scene, then, hey, go for it! 

"Among the observers of the dawn but uncaring of its splendor, stepping out like two young birds furtively fleeing their nest, their strutting gait emphasizing the birdlike nature of their flight, were a giggling Adrian and Pete. Their prize was carried lightly under Pete's arm. Talking loudly as they walked, they were already reminiscing about the events of the preceding few hours...
"Leaving while the others slept had been Adrian's idea. Shaken awake by Adrian as he dozed half undressed, Pete had quickly and quietly agreed to leave, as he always did, and gently eased away from the similarly half-dressed sleeping beauty lying across him. Pete hoped he would see her again. She had been fun, he thought, superficially but genuinely, and wondered if she might still be there when he returned. He had not thought to ask for her phone number...
"They aimed to cache the box with a friend of his younger sister, who lived just around the corner and who Pete had been seeing secretly and regularly for some months. Sixteen years old, the young girl was besotted with him and their relationship was unknown to anyone except the two of them and Adrian. They reasoned correctly that it would therefore be a perfectly safe location, and one to which Pete could return at almost any time, and with a female bonus available..."

~~~

The book starts in 1968 while the Vietnam War was still "happening." I've read quite a few fiction and non-fiction books about the war--this was not too different. In fact, the idea of a world-wide group supposedly representing Christians has been done by others. This novel hones in on one soldier--a good soldier--who recognized the problems of the war and then being pulled out so that U.S. soldiers felt they should have been better led and actually done what needed to be done.

Now we know that many men came back with some form of PTSD. Ed seemed to be fine, but as he settled in, back home,  he would be contacted by earlier officers and asked to come back to Vietnam. Perhaps he should have, because he soon started a small group of his own... which led to his being noticed and picked by this group of Christians to come work for him... Obviously you can guess what he would be doing...

The most intriguing character in the book is Ed's daughter. Anne. She remembered her loving father before he went to war. Now she could not understand why he was treating her, and her mother as well, like he was...

She leaves home as soon as she can. Unfortunately, she ultimately got involved with the drugs and, although she doesn't know it, actually works for the same organization for which her father works.

Another character, David, had some potential, but got involved with friends who were users, as well as the ones who steal them, and then the drug dealing as well. His girlfriend--who makes it quite clear to readers that she has no deep love for David, soon has left him and moved in with a U.K. inspector who is also dirty and into drugs... David later meets and falls for Anne... Too late...

"On a late July Sunday, four years after his return
from Vietnam, everything abruptly changed. Where
before there had existed confusion and subjugation,
suddenly reigned clarify...Ed had made no special
preparation, except to have attended a Church service
in the morning, but he had uttered there no prayer
beyond the routine mutterings of the occasional
worshiper...
"...Ed turned to his wife, saying: Don't be afraid.
It's finally all clear to me...
"As part of his revelation, Ed knew he would have to
be patient in his explanations, circumspect with words,
and not only with his wife. Therefore, he patiently
replied: "I mean God has spoken to me. He has told
me what I must do...
"...create a Christian army, and of working both
within the system and without..."
~~~

"Within two years of leaving Vietnam for good, Ed in his unsuspected madness knew with absolute certainly that his devil was a real, living entity that had entered into his entrails, was connected directly to his brain, affecting and even directing his thoughts. It would no longer whisper phrases from outside, but speak its demonic commands and suggestions internally: wordless, unheard by others, but with meanings crystal clear to him...The demon became his constant companion, advising and directly him how to feel, how to react, how to behave with others around him. Ed would not be forced to react to its orders zombie-like, as in some dreadful b-movie but indirectly, sometimes after thought and reflection had convinced him of its truth and propriety. The demon's power over him became nonetheless absolute. Its instruction simply had to be followed.
                                                              ~~~

The novel continues on until 2001 and then ends with an allusion which some readers may or may not
understand...

I early on had some issues with the writer's style of presentation, contrary to routine sentence structure in novels, most commonly the use of colons which tended to be used instead of normal dialogue. There are also issues of extremely long sentences and/or
paragraphs. For me, reading the novel was tedious...

Bottom line, there was too much extraneous material that prevented the story from being easily absorbed. Throwing in the bits of immaturity of the drug users quickly pulls readers away from what could be a fairly interesting story line. I never did discover the significance of the title with the individual who would appear once in a while. Given the abrupt ending, it could very well be that all of this is still going on somewhere over in England by those fanatic individuals playing at "saving the world" for what they call their religion... We all know there are lots of those across the world, don't we? May we be saved from their reality inside and outside of a book...These comments are  just my opinion, of course...Check it out for yourself...


GABixlerReviews

Stephan grew up in the 1970s: a troubled time of recession, poverty, industrial disruption, political tension and terrorism. But for younger people, it was also a post-1960s wide-flared, drug-enhanced and extravagant-haired innocence.

Stephan later became a prominent businessman, acquainted with a number of high-ranking politicians. Stephen ran international technology businesses, spending a great deal of time in the USA and various European and African countries.

The Muffin Man grew from a combination of these unique experiences: his early knowledge of the sometime innocent business of drug dealing (although he never inhaled), and of the much dirtier businesses of covert political and military action, and of international business practices.

Stephan’s first novel explored the nefarious and complicated emotional and sexual relationships of a remote village in Wales, where he had spent his early years.

Stephan holds a degree in Philosophy. He is also a qualified commercial ship’s captain. He now lives quietly by the sea, and concentrates on his writing and related filmmaking activities.

"The Miracles of LaGuardia Airport by Caitlin Campbell is Simply A Delight!

http://www.nbclosangeles.com/the-scene/events/
Like-the-Little-DevilAngel-on-Your-Shoulder-But-Sexier.html

"The angel perfected Its form in an out-of-order ladies' room. Busty, very busty--It sensed that George adored a good rack. Wide-hipped, broad-shouldered. About forty pounds overweight, which made It petite relative to George. Beautiful red lipstick on big, voluptuous lips. Long, red hair that tumbled down in luxurious curls. Studying Itself in the mirror, the angel worried that It was too attractive--George had to believe he stood a chance with the woman. It tangled Its hair and added a stain to Its white blouse and a greasy sheen to Its forehead and nose.
"The angel next arranged that Gat 5, where George was waiting, become more fragrant, more peaceful, altogether more pleasant than any other gate. Soon all the seats were full except for the one next to George, which looked alternately rickety, torn, and covered with sticky soda until the angel sat down there. It glanced over George's shoulder. He was reading a sword and sorcery pulp novel with a sexy princess on the cover...

~~~

"The angel wasn't sure how this next part would work. Although It often took human form in the course of Its duties. It had never seduced anyone before. After a little digging through George's mind, It found what It was looking for and began to hum a tune.

"It took a few bars for George's neck to go stiff and his cheeks to turn red and another few before he spoke to the angel. "Is that 'Summertime'?" he asked gruffly.

"It sure is," the angel said, loosing an amber-hued laugh. "Not exactly right for this weather, I guess. Betcha all this snow is what got me started on wishful thinking."

"My mother used to sing me to sleep with that song," he said...

~~~

The Miracles of LaGuardia Airport (Delta Terminal)

By Caitlin Campbell

For we humans, I think we all have a little bit of both good and bad in us; however, when I met the Angel of Delta Terminal, I was instantly enthralled...

An angel is assigned to airports to help ensure that flyers are safe and to hopefully meet any special needs... In these days, we probably need to "call 10,000 angels" to prevent today's type of criminal actions! Still, it was fun to see what the angel did do to help...

But it started to get funny fast as it was easy to see that this angel had been around and was quick to make decisions about the one blessing each day she was to give. For instance, she briefly considered a young woman, but when she failed to wash her hands after using the bathroom...she was bypassed! Then there was the pilot who the "angel admired in a not entirely asexual way..."

"...Saint Christopher strolling around, evaluating the terminal. Saint Christopher
getting seated at the departures sports bar and ordering without looking at the
menu. The angel waited a moment for its boss to get settled, and then another
moment, just because.
"The angel drew Its scattered particles together and coalesced into a human shape,
which was considered good manners when interacting with the saints. It took Its
favorite form: slim, Japanese, so perfectly androgynous as to be equipped with both
sets of sex organs.
"Praise be the Lord our God, and hail His soldier, Saint Christopher," the angel
said as It approached the table.
"Praise be the Lord our God, and hail his agent, the Angel of LaGuardia Airport
(Delta Terminal)...
"I had a bit of a look around; great work you're doing here," the saint said...
"Fact is," said Saint Christopher, "I like you, and I like the way you do your
job. Your peers respect you. The Angel of London Heathrow International
Airport (Terminal 2) is transferring...and recommended you as Its
replacement...
"Enough, you're far too modest. I've decided; you'll begin tomorrow. Enjoy your
last night in Queens...
~~~

Choosing just one was very time consuming as you can imagine--she never "peeked into their minds..." enjoying a little mystery as she decided...LOL

All in all she was happy most of the hours she worked. But then one day a heavenly entity entered the terminal. Everybody wondered who he was because he didn't even remove his shoes! Of course, even if they had glanced in his direction, they would have immediately forgotten!

Ok, I know that I've probably given away more than I should about this story, but, hey, my formal review has already been posted for the Weird Tales Magazine, Issue 361, in which this story appears...

Soooo, I took the liberty of moving this one into my adult blog and sharing with my readers that, even angels, are known to act, ahhhh, what you might call, irrationally once in a while???

Actually, I'm not quite sure that the big boss up in the sky was quite as upset as was Saint Christopher, as her immediate supervisor... And, me, I just loved this story! 

P.S. If you can't figure out what happened when she found out she was leaving, ahhhh, you probably shouldn't be reading an adult blog!!! LOL..............................................................................

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JMPO - A Different Look at November Echo...and Talanov... Pitted Against the CIA Team Leader...

Upstairs in the casino's darkened security center, 
agent Glenda Bixler and her team had been
 watching Talanov on a TV monitor. Bixler was
 the CIA's European Chief of Operations. 
With her was agent Donna Pilgrim and
 Spanish interpreter, Paul Franco. 
In front of them were other monitors 
connected  to feeds from various cameras 
located  in the foyer, corridors, and
throughout the hotel and casino.
The room was filled with the quiet hum of
 electronic equipment.
     "Did you see the way he looked up
 at us just then?" Bixler said.
 "It's as if he knows we're watching."
    A women's rowing champion from
 Dartmouth who majored in European history,
 the blond-haired Bixler was a competitive
 woman of twenty-nine who spoke fluent
 Russian and German. Her hair was
 cut in a classic bob and she was dressed in
 a dark blue slack suit and white shirt.
An identification badge was
clipped to her lapel.
~~~

Yesterday, I added a carousel at the top of Book Readers Heaven which contained the top read articles in the past year...all had over 600 page hits...

I was a little surprised at first that November Echo popped up on my statistics, since I'd only had one announcement up earlier and my review has just gone up this week... The announcement got well over 1000 hits... Talanov is famous! And his Fans are multiplying fast!

Please realize that this article is not a review and that my professional, official review has been published...

Buttttt, as I was thinking about the book...and its characters...well, I just had to start thinking of this book being made into a movie! And who would play one particular character...

Well, after you read the book, I'm sure you will agree that my choice is perfect. After all, she's already playing the role on television...And her name is Annie. I happen to know that the middle name for this new character is Ann, so that works out, right?

Now listen, I'm not closed to my choice, so if you have other suggestions, just jot them below... I guess I'll have to let the author James Houston Turner...and, of course, the leading man Talanov, help choose...but I'm sure they won't mind if we do some brainstorming and give them our own thoughts...

After all, a Talanov movie is going to bring in lots and lots of Fans!

Now, I have to admit that hot tamale, as Franco called her, was indeed....ah...intimidating, shall we say. But for myself, I preferred the blond CIA leader, what about you?

Besides, there's a pic of this woman already, remember I showed her in my review who may be considered for that character. Besides, we've got to have the CIA team leader somebody we know will win over the Russian spy...LOL

Now, you realize that my interest is in Talanov, so I was surprised that this agent showed a similar interest in what Talanov is all about...

"He knows, all right," said Bixler. "I can tell by that cocky smirk."

"He does come across as a bit of a show pony," Pilgrim replied, "throwing money around the way he has. If he's supposed to be some super-secret top-notch spy, he's doing a lousy job. He even made reservations here at the hotel in his own name."

"Which is exactly the reason I'm worried," said Bixler. 

"Who's the glam there with him?" asked Franco. 

"Man, she is one hot tamale. Definitely thetallest tamale I've ever seen, but totally bombdigity bitchin." 

Bixler stared at Franco with incredulity, "Bombdigity bitchin?"

"What's wrong with that?" 

"Nothing, if you happen to be fifteen years old."

~~~

"But why?"     

"Talanov hasn't exactly been following protocol," said Pilgrim.

     "Meaning he may have pissed off some of the permafrosts in Moscow with his extravagant living?"

     "It's possible," answered Pilgrim

. "We have to assume Talanov is here because of Gorev's defection, obviously to prevent it. We also have to assume the Soviets would send someone like Babikov to take out Gorev if it looks like Talanov can't stop the defection."

     "What I don't get is Talanov's flamboyant behavior," said Bixler, looking back at the roulette monitor. "Look at him down there, living it up. Why would he be drawing attention to himself like that?"

     Pilgrim scooted over in front of the roulette table monitor, where the white ball was starting to bounce on the frets while everyone looked eagerly on.

 "Maybe Talanov's a diversion? Maybe Moscow wants us to be watching him while Babikov slips in unnoticed?"

     "To do what?" asked Bixler. 

    "Kill Gorev."

     "If that were the case, Babikov wouldn't be following Talanov. He'd be honing in on Gorev. But according to what you just said, Babikov's following Talanov, right?"

     "Affirmative." 

    "Could Talanov be the target?"

     "Maybe," said Pilgrim.

 "Another scenario is that Moscow believes Talanov knows what he's doing and will eventually locate Gorev, so the hitman is tagging along to see what happens. One thing is certain: no way will the KGB allow Gorev to tell us what he knows. Nor will they allow his family to live, since they can't risk them telling us anything, either. They're walking dead people, all of them, and Babikov may well be their killer." 

    On the roulette table monitor, the white ball bounced several more times before settling into a slot.     A loud moan went up from the crowd.     "He lost, Talanov lost!" exclaimed Franco, his excitement broadcasting loud and clear over the speaker.     Upstairs, Bixler laughed and clapped her hands. 

On the monitor, people were patting Talanov consolingly on the back while the croupier raked in the two stacks of money.     "This guy is too much," continued Franco. "He bets a cool fifty grand, and with one bounce of the ball, loses all of that money. And he didn't even flinch. He simply shrugged like he'd just lost two bucks at the race track."

     "How can he lose that much money and not throw a tantrum?" asked Bixler.

     "Uh, because he's not you?" asked Franco.

     "Shut up!" growled Bixler while Franco chuckled.

~~~

I don't mind telling you that I was impatiently waiting for Talanov to meet with the CIA agent...If you haven't figured out why by now, you're not a regular reader of mine, are you? LOL... Anyway, I figured somehow, because Talanov was not the type to murder the Soviet defector, that there would be an amiable meet, even hopefully cordial...
NOT...


"Bixler slowly raised her hands. "But you you're supposed to be---" she began just as another police car raced past out front. "Inside," commanded Talanov, who was dressed in black fatigues and rubber-soled boots. 
"Bixler noticed several scuff marks and rips on Talanov's fatigues, as if he had been in a fight.  After herding everyone into the house, Talanov shut the door and motioned for Sofia to search the rest of the house. Sofia placed her aluminum briefcase on the floor and crept quickly down the hallway, leading with her pistol, moving silently from room to room. Talanov directed everyone into the living room and told them to sit in front of the fireplace. On each side of the fireplace were built-in bookcases and cabinets. Couches and stuffed chairs were positioned against the walls, with a colorful, mosaic-tiled coffee table in between.     
"When she sat, Bixler saw Talanov using the back of his hand to blot a cut on the side of his forehead. There had been no cut there before, she thought, recalling the CCTV footage.
"Talanov saw Bixler studying him.
"For the record," he said, his eyes combing the group, "we are not here to hurt anyone, so I hope none of you attempts to interfere. If you do, these Makarovs are loaded with cartridges that can penetrate 4mm titanium body armor, which none of you is wearing. In other words, you would not survive. Nor would anyone hear the shots. Our suppressors would reduce the muzzle noise to roughly that of a hairdryer." Talanov looked each person directly in the eye to make sure they understood. He then directed his attention back to Gorev. "Dr. Gorev, my name is Colonel Aleksandr Talanov of the KGB. I am here to escort you and your family back to the Soviet Union. If you cooperate, I will make sure your family is not executed. Everything hinges on your good behavior. Do I make myself clear?"
"A terrified Gorev looked over at Bixler.     
"Agent Bixler will be unable to assist you," Talanov continued. "In fact, Agent Bixler is now your enemy as her orders will be to kill you and your family now that we are stopping your defection."     
"That's a lie!" yelled Bixler. "You've been sent here to kill him."
~~~


Well, I don't mind telling you that I was very disappointed that they didn't get along... But, then, you don't know what's going to happen later, do you?  Let's just say if Annie plays the part, I hope she's faster in the movie...

Sooo, what do you think? Is our Covert Affairs star, Annie Walker, the one to play this new character in November Echo???

You all know, of course, that this is all Just My Personal Opinion...

I'm Newest Fan of Don Scribner! Author of Who Killed Love? Review Tomorrow on BRH! Now Check Out His Many Faces!

I don't do it often--maybe two or three times since I've been reviewing books! That's not bad, is it? I had just finished reading Who Killed Love? and decided I loved this guy! Throughout the book he talked about being older than the woman he was in love with... So I figured that he wouldn't mind an older woman falling for him! Hey! Fair is Fair!

Just this week I had picked Richard Boone--you know, the guy who played Paladin-- to play an actor taking the part of being an author... Well, when I checked out this picture, up and close, I decided verrrry definitely that Don wouldn't need anybody to play the part! Right??

Now, here's how Don won my heart...
First, he sent a personal thank you note to me when his book came. I've never received a thank-you personalized note from any other man...
Second, he signed the book...
Now, those are just two things that got my professional attention...
But then, I started to read....

You see, sometimes, not often, I mix up the main character and the author...That's only happened one other time... I've also fallen in love with characters, but not the author--like with Talanov who's coming next month!

But, this is a first--and I'll wager lots of other women are going to as well! So, I'm thinking I'll at least be the first one that publicly proclaims it...LOL Don Scribner you have a new Fan!

Now I know I've seen him in movies, but just didn't know who he was...  But now, up and personal...You see, first this guy has bedroom eyes, at least that's what we used to call beautiful, sexy eyes...but not always as you will see in some of the videos... Add the bedroom eyes to his romanticism in his book... Oh yes, you will definitely find through reading his book that he loves women! You'll find little gems like:

":Remember, the first brush of your lips will last my lifetime."

Or thoughts like, "If all life revolved around courtesy, even pain could be somewhat eased.

Don't forget to check my BRH blog tomorrow for his book! But, in the meantime... Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/user/2stickwithyou2?feature=watch

Norman Filler Presents The Phantom Lover - Direct from Malawi... Well...At least in Fantasy!

"At that moment, Eve was lying naked on David’s bed,   stoned nearly to unconsciousness.   Beside her, David, equally naked and completely unconscious, snored and drooled.   By the bed, the dishes from last night’s meal were covered with a black and heaving layer of ants, feasting on the congealed fat and scraps of food.   Two tumblers were near the plates. One had tipped over and spilled the last of the whisky that had once filled it on the sheepskin rug.   The other was half-filled with urine, having been as far as David had managed to stagger when he felt the need. Damp yellowish stains in the fur around it gave testimony of the unsteadiness of his hand when he tried to aim the flow.   Their discarded clothes were scattered around the room along with those discarded on earlier occasions.   The room stank of rotting food and unwashed clothes and bodies. They’d scarcely left it for a week. 
"David had returned home to Lujeri Estate from his school in England ten days before.   When he first arrived, his mother, who had collected him from Chileka airport west of Blantyre, had dropped him at the estate’s administrative office to greet his father.   Eve, sitting at the reception desk had caught his eye immediately.  
 “Here,” he thought, “was just the tasty bit of liquorish to feed his appetite while he was on holiday.   But first things first.”   He told Eve to announce his arrival to his father and not waiting for any reply, he proceeded back to the manager’s office at the rear of the building, where he found his father father seated behind his enormous desk, initialing papers.
"Without looking up, his father greeted him, “Hello, David, have a good flight?” 
“Yes, sir. No problems.” 
“And a good term?”
 “Yes, I aced all the end of year exams.” 
“That’s good. I spend too much money sending you abroad to school to allow you to waste it in sloth and dissipation..."

~~~

The Phantom Lover

By Norman Filler

He flicked his tongue over the button that was

 there until she moaned and panted with 

pleasure and spread her legs as wide as she

 could and lifted them until her thighs were

 pressed against her torso, and then he moved

 inward, plunging his tongue into the silky

 slippery dampness. Taking advantage of his

 ability for shape change, he swelled his

 tongue until he could penetrate and fill 

more thoroughly than the most well-endowed

 man could do with a different part of his

 body, and so brought her to a screaming

 climax, wave after wave of ecstasy convulsing

 her whole being – mind and body, muscles 

fluttering and every nerve-ending sparking

 with explosive force - making her deaf and

 blind to what was outside her by the

 overwhelming power of what was going on

 inside.   Speechless for some time, as she

 began to come down from the pinnacle, 

she drew him up until she could gaze deep

 into his yellow eyes

~~~

Eve might have just fallen into the clutches of a rich boy, thinking she might be able to some day be the mistress of the large estate on which she now...played... but there was somebody looking out for her that had different ideas!

Erotica may not be your thing, but you may enjoy this short story of African lore where a grandmother knows best what is good for her granddaughter. 

Eve has fallen in with the son on a large estate during his break from school. He gets her involved in drugs, drinking, and, worse, has no intention of establishing a relationship with his father's receptionist! Duh... As for David, he thought he had the right "to sample the morsels..."

But when her grandmother goes to see Eve, she chases her away, in shame for the old woman...or for herself...?

Because Eve was a special woman...

As had been her mother, her grandmother, and her great-grandmother...

Eve had attended the white man's school and learned things that could prevent her from working on behalf of 
Africa--her grandmother had to do something!

Norman Filler has taken a classic story of Africa and
added just a touch of the cultural issues between the
Blacks and Whites, then adds more than enough magic
created by Grandma to keep Eve and many others 
happy...LOL 

It provides a provocative question to 
ponder about being able to keep your heritage within
the context of a different one. The writing is well done
and should be considered by all adults. The erotica does
not overpower the important story line being shared... but
that's just my opinion...

Mai suspected that her daughter’s foolish decision to

 send Eve to school had prevented her from developing

 it, teaching her all sorts of lies about the world of 

gods

 and spirits that drowned out what her mind was telling

 her. 

 Mai had been monitoring Eve’s thoughts regularly

 since her daughter had died. She’d wanted to take her in,

 but her father’s family insisted on their right

 to do 

 so, and Mai couldn’t argue with custom...

"That Eve, daughter of a daughter of a

 daughter of a daughter   - all who had been

 gifted from the other world - should be

 disporting herself   like an animal with a 

white man, that she should be drugging her mind

 into oblivion, was insupportable and must be stopped.

   Otherwise a four generation string of empowered

 women would come to an end, and the whole of

 the world, but especially Africa, would be

 impoverished. Mai again cursed the white man’s

 schools for teaching Eve the terrible things

 she obviously believed.   

~~~

Reaching in her goatskin pouch, she took pinches of sorghum, Africa’s own grain, and threw it to the ground as an offering to the Holy ones. “Bless my venture,” she prayed, “for I strive for you and for all on this continent. “ There was a mighty gust of wind, bearing with it snow that gathered on her eyelashes and her hair, making her seem as old as creation, as indeed her spirit was, and she laughed aloud for she knew her prayer had been answered. Looking outwardly older but renewed and made young and more powerful under the surface , she gathered up her clothes and her belongings and started the long journey to the cave in the Crater at the mountain’s foot which was her home, knowing that she would succeed. She would save her granddaughter, Eve, and through

her granddaughter, her beloved Africa...

~

So she had pondered what to do, and prayed to the gods, and once she had the answer, had trudged up the mountain to receive from the spirits the gifts she needed to do it. Back at her cave, she began to form a man of clay. It couldn’t be just any clay and she had had to trudge many kilometers with baskets full of clay taken from the Likhubula River whose source was Sapitwa and whose clay was formed from its bedrock and where she had entreated the spirit world for help.

~~~

 Now I only put one small erotic excerpt into this review, but I'll assure you that you will be satisfied...with the content... but I did decide to go over to Pinterest and see if I could find anybody that sounded like Ndauka... Okay, the one I found was a painting--but he seemed to fit the bill for a god-made man... What do you think... And just for a little fun, here's what I figured Eve looked like after meeting him... 

Both of these were available from the

http://www.pinterest.com/

12dn94dst/for-the-art-of-it/

by Kelli Sibert...

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