Love Bytes says hello and welcome to author Ethan Stone visiting our blog today to talk about the (re)release of Tales of a Prison Bitch.
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Tales of a Prison Bitch (Second Edition)
Erotic romance, Prison, Non-Con, Violence.
Trey Grayson is young, handsome, and in trouble. Newly incarcerated, he doesn’t know much about prison politics but quickly realizes if he’s going to survive, he’ll have to submit.
Trey will need someone to be his protector to avoid being victimized. In trade, he’ll have to become a prison bitch and do things he’s never done before. Samuel Booker is willing to do the job, and Trey agrees to pay the price. To Trey’s surprise, he doesn’t hate the relationship and actually develops genuine feelings for Booker. Too bad it’s totally one-sided.
Now Trey not only has to protect his body, he’ll also have to protect his heart.
Tales of a Prison Bitch is an erotic romance with rough sex between hard-edged men and contains descriptions of violence and non-consensual sex.
Second Edition: This version has considerable revisions.
Actions have consequences. That’s a lesson many of us learn early on but for many people it’s something they never figure out figure it out after it’s too late. Life for Trey Grayson has been relatively easy. He’s used to getting what he wants. Everything changes when he finds his boyfriend in bed with a woman. He loses his temper and then his freedom. That’s how Tales of a Prison Bitch begins in this exclusive excerpt.
Happy Fucking Birthday to me.
My ma always said my temper would get me in trouble, but I never took her seriously. I was invincible, untouchable. I was in control of my own destiny. At nineteen years old, I was convinced I’d never fall.
What a fucking joke.
I was clueless. And I fell. Oh man, did I fall. From top of the heap to the absolute bottom.
My downfall started one humid night in Las Vegas. My birthday, no less. I’d had plans with my boyfriend, but he wasn’t answering his phone, so I made the decision to go to his apartment. If I could change one thing in my life, making that decision might be the one.
I knocked on Jared’s door, but there was no answer, so I used the key he’d given me. The minute I stepped into the place, I knew something was up. Clothes all over the floor. Not just Jared’s boxers, but a pair of women’s panties and a bra. Jared and I were both bi and had talked about having a threesome with a woman, so there wasn’t a reason for him sneak around if he’d wanted to sleep with a lady.
My temper ignited when I saw a bracelet on the floor. Even without picking it up, I knew what—and whose—it was. Gold chain links with an emerald on top. Emerald for her birthstone. Of all people—man or woman—he’d picked the worst. Anyone else, I would’ve been hurt, but I don’t think I would’ve been as pissed as I was.
Tasha Clanton. Jared’s goddamn ex-girlfriend. The woman who had cheated on him with his best friend. The woman who had torn out his heart and stomped on it.
Guess who’d brought him back from that despair? Brought him food when he refused to eat? Tossed him in the shower when he stank to high heaven? Me, that’s fucking who. That was how he thanked me.
Honestly, I don’t really remember what happened next. I have certain flashes of recall here and there, but most of what I know I learned from Jared and Tasha in their statements against me. I guess I grabbed Jared’s metal bat and kicked the door open. They were in the middle of having sex—that much I do remember. Jared had climbed off Tasha in a hurry and held up his hands.
He’d begged me not to do anything and to put the bat down. But I didn’t. I swung instead. More times than either of them could count. I connected with his arms and legs and ribs. I’d even come shockingly close to his head. If that had happened, my story could’ve been very different.
According to Tasha, who I didn’t have reason to doubt, the entire time I was playing Casey at the Bat, I was telling Jared I was going to kill him. I don’t know what finally made me stop, but thank God I did. I dropped the weapon, crouched in a corner, and buried my face in my hands. That was where the cops found me.
Another thing Ma always said was, “If you do the crime, then you gotta do the time.” Well, that one I listened to. Remorse is a sonuvabitch, and I had it by the truckload. I felt horrible for what I’d done to Jared, and the last thing I wanted was to make him testify.
I arranged for a deal and pled guilty to assault with a deadly weapon to avoid being charged with attempted murder. It was the difference between serving a maximum of ten years versus a decade minimum.
That’s how I went from being Trey Grayson to being Nevada Correctional Inmate 1078452.
Just six months shy of being twenty years old, I entered Paradise Correctional Center, a medium security prison just outside of Vegas. It was a true eye-opener. I was still a little on the cocky side, convinced I wouldn’t be torn down or made to feel subhuman. I’d been stripped out when I originally went to jail and again when the Nevada Department of Corrections personnel took custody of me.
It was at PCC, in a hallway with two dozen other men, where I learned there would be no such thing as privacy. We were all ordered to take off our clothes and perform a series of actions to ensure we weren’t trying to sneak anything into the prison. At first I thought it was ridiculous that I had to bend at the waist, spread my ass cheeks, and cough three times.
Who the hell would shove something up their ass?
Except somebody had. A guy just three away from me argued at the orders but finally complied, and, I shit you not, a cell phone wrapped in plastic popped out of his butthole.
That was just the beginning of my education.
Romance on the Edge
Ethan Stone doesn’t write your typical boy meets boy stories. With a combination of love and suspense he makes his characters work hard for their HEAs. If they can survive what he puts them through, then they can survive anything. He enjoys Romance with an Edge.
Ethan has been reading mysteries and thrillers since he was young. He’s had a thing for guys in uniform for just as long. That may have influenced the stories he writes.
He’s a native Oregonian with two kids. One of whom has made him a grandfather three times over; even though he is way too young.
Readers can find Ethan online.
His books: http://www.ethanjstone.com/my-books