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  • Fifty Shades of Tinsel – Vol. 3/Backstory: Marcella by Kirk Alex

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    50 Shades of Tinsel

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    They call him Tubesteak. Jimmy Riff, a well-endowed preacher’s son whose life is adrift, stopped off in Hollywood on his way to Oregon in search of a lost love and found himself trapped in the sleazy underbelly of LA. Now he’s a gigolo, dubbed James Kidd by his tough-guy manager, the ex-boxer Benjamin T. Styles, forced to do Styles’ bidding and sleep with Hollywood honchos both male and female in order to further Styles’ obsessive agenda of getting a serious movie role. Jimmy is his meal ticket back to stardom, and he intends to exploit him any way he can. Good-natured Jimmy is OK with it…up to a point.

    Ben Styles is just one of the troubled and hard-bitten characters we meet in this searing exposé of Hollywood. There’s Lisa Koch, a Nazi-worshipping agent whose tastes run to BDSM and whose unauthorized “scene” with Jimmy turns abruptly nasty. R. Edward McFluff is another ambiguous character, a top movie director from the UK who has the hots for Jimmy, but who will settle for watching and getting off as Jimmy beds his young protégée from Oklahoma, Angela Bliss. None of these people care about Jimmy, of course…but there’s a beautiful young woman he meets at a sleazy party in the Valley who might be the answer to his dreams…if only he can get the relentless Styles off his back.

    Kirk Alex’s tour de force series is a blend of dark comedy, erotica, and sordid realism. Fifty Shades features plenty of drama, suspense, and explicit situations, and will appeal to fans of Bukowski and Hubert Selby, Jr. For mature readers.

  • ZIGGY POPPER AT LARGE: A Crime Noir Single of Mayhem & Debauchery by Kirk Alex

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    Not exactly down and out, but close enough, Ex-con Ziggy Popper was sitting in a dive of a bar in East Hollywood minding his own business and nursing a beer when the loser walked in and parked his skinny ass on the stool next to him with an offer that nearly causes Ziggy to spill his Schlitz: Would he get it on with his wife . . . ?–– If he was paid, of course.

    I looked at the guy, not too long––turds like this I was used to. So he couldn’t get it up, tired of banging the same pussy, and admitted to both.

    “What’s she look like?” I asked.

    The color photo in his wallet was old and worn, dog-eared. Woman was lying face down on a brass bed, nothing on but a blindfold. She had turned her head back to look at the camera, but that blindfold and ball-gag in her craw made it difficult to make out what she looked like.

    “I don’t know, man,” I said.

    “She’s not bad looking,” he said. “Take my word for it. Got a nice body, good legs. A blind man could see it. Takes care of herself.”

    “How old?” I said.

    “Thirty-six.”

    I was thinking. And when he produced two twenties, that helped my thinking along. I stuffed the dough in my pocket.

  • My Kind of Client by Kirk Alex

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    Starring incorrigible LA private dick Felix “Choo-Choo” Buschitski in another fast-paced adventure of sex & violence, what else?