By A.J. Llewellyn
Once in a while an author has an experience so serendipitous he has to shout about it from the nearest rooftop.
Recently, Rejean, one of my dear friends and a staunch supporter of mine since Phantom Lover was first published three years ago, sent me an email. He said he had modeled some leather ensembles at an AIDS benefit auction and loved the clothing so much, he bought a couple of the pieces for himself. One of them was a leather jacket that had a cock ring dangling from the epaulette. The clothes had belonged to an artist who died 20 years ago.
“Wouldn’t it be a great story,” he wrote, “if the guy who buys the jacket, uses the cock ring and becomes possessed by the dead artist?”
Hell, yeah it would be a great story. I couldn’t sleep. Once I got his permission to write it, I took off with the idea, belting out 10,000 words that same night. I couldn’t sleep. Like my book character, Kristofer Edan, I became obsessed with the dead artist – whom I named Rafael Ortiz. I awoke at the crack of dawn to call my long term eXtasy Books publisher, Tina Haveman, the only other person in the world I know who is awake at five a.m.
She was on her computer.
I quickly told her the story and she loved it. “You know I love paranormals,” she said.
I told her exactly what I wanted on the cover. A hot guy in a leather jacket and a cock ring dangling from the epaulette.
“You’re not going to believe it,” she said, “but I just bought a photo of a very hot guy in a leather jacket. I think it’s going to be perfect. I can put the ghostly image of another man behind him. Just one question. What’s a cock ring?”
After I fell off my chair laughing, I explained what it is…which led to our biggest concern. The title. You can’t have the word cock in an ebook title because Paypal will shut you down for obscenity. We ran around some ideas and decided together on The Sex Ring. I use this in the blurb as well – but in the book, all bets are off. It’s a cock ring.
This led to the final piece in the puzzle. I needed a major gay porn star for a prominent role in the story and preferably somebody with a taste for kink. I won’t say why because I don’t want to spoil the story. In my mind there was only one man for the job, Tony Buff. I wrote the story using his name and certain er…parts and pieces belonging to him. Then I began wondering, is this okay? I mean, he’s a public figure, but still...
So I sent him a note, explained things to him and offered him a free copy of the book when it is published. And waited. I began to fret. I really felt I needed Buff for the book and was overjoyed when he wrote back, sounding genuinely excited about the idea. He said, “I look forward to reading it and getting to know the character I have apparently inspired.”
I felt like Dorothy who clicked her shoes (in my case, scuffed Nikes) and got a miracle. Tony Buff will be getting his copy as soon as the book comes out tonight at midnight EDT and 9pm PDT.
The Sex Ring was the most fun I’ve had writing a book in a very long time. I combined it with my usual dredged-from-mysorry-ass-life stories, this time, a plotline concerning my day job as a copywriter and beach rats. Yes. Rats.
I hope wherever he is in heaven, the artist whose original jacket and naughty cock ring inspired all of this, is smiling. I wish I could have met him…but I guess on some level, maybe I have.
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Aloha oe,
A.J.