Find more from this author on:
About the author:
Ryan Field is the author of over 100 published works of LGBT fiction, the best selling Virgin Billionaire series, a pg rated hetero romance that was featured on The Home Shopping Network titled, “Loving Daylight,” and a few more works of full length fiction with a pen name. He’s worked in publishing for twenty years as a writer, editor, and associate editor. His work has been in Lambda Award winning anthologies and he’s self-published a few novels with Ryan Field Press.
What inspired you to write your book?
This book came about as a combination of my fascination with organized crime syndicates and paranormal gay erotic romance. I grew up in the places where the book takes place, and always wanted to write about them. And Jersey boys can be very attractive.
Here is a short sample from the book:
When the deer started showing up in the wooded area behind the pool, Anton Pagano would glance out of the second story window of his bedroom and watch the way his dad, Angelo, tried to coax them toward the house so he could feed them pieces of stale bread and bits of sfogliatelle that had been sitting in the refrigerator for too long. It would be dark by then and Anton’s mom would be in the kitchen making cocktails of fresh human blood that had been left in a small insulated container next to the back door earlier that day by their neighbor Dr. Morris.
When they’d first moved into the expensive northern New Jersey neighborhood of Short Hills five years earlier, they’d made Dr. Morris aware of their needs and he’d always been willing to accommodate them. Anton’s dad had made it clear that if Dr. Morris didn’t they would make a cocktail out of him. Without any questions asked, the blood was at the back door every night and Dr. Morris was paid well for being so agreeable.
On a dark, cloudy night in July, a night when the deer would be out in full force, Anton opened the lid of his sleeping chamber and climbed out to stretch. He jogged in place a few times, and then glanced down at his naked body and smiled. He’d always considered it his good fortune to have been turned at the age of twenty-two. He would always be lean and muscular, his hair would remain thick and dark, and he would never have to work to attract much attention. He jiggled the muscles in his lean, defined chest and stroked his flat abdomen a few times. His only regret was he’d been turned before men had started shaving their body hair. Though he wasn’t considered hairy or offensive, he did have a touch of dark fuzz on his chest, his lower abdomen, and his legs. Trying to remove it now proved futile because it would only grow back seconds later.
He ran his fingers through his hair and crossed to the bedroom window in his bare feet. As he glanced down, he saw his dad standing at the far end of the swimming pool with both arms stretched forward and a piece of stale bread in each hand. He’d never understood this obsession his dad had with the deer. There were days when the deer were the only thing that made him smile. Anton considered them the dumbest creatures on earth, and if their blood hadn’t been so bitter he would have feasted on them daily just to keep the population down. They were nothing more than rats with hooves. It was getting so bad in that part of New Jersey they seemed to be everywhere, and he’d already ruined two Cadillac Escalades by slamming into them on Route 80.
He turned from the window and crossed to his closet, dismissing the deer and his dad. When he opened the wide double doors and stepped into the large open dressing area, he pulled a pair of black jeans from a shelf, a skimpy white mock turtleneck from another, and a new pair of Gucci socks he’d been dying to wear. He was starting a new job that night and he wanted to look better than the other guys. His dad owned a few nightclubs in New Jersey and New York and Angelo had been pressuring him to do something with his time. Even though he was over one hundred years old, like most people who looked as young as he was, he didn’t feel motivated or obliged to do anything. If his dad hadn’t owned the nightclubs he would have had the same excuse his human friends had: there were no jobs out there and there was nothing he could do.