Love Bytes says hello and welcome to author oleander Plume joining us today to talk about her new release “Horatio Slice, Guitar Slayer of the Universe”.
Oleander tells us about the book, shares an exclusive excerpt and brought along a wonderful giveaway.
Welcome Oleander 🙂
Hello! It’s great to be here on Love Bytes today, celebrating the release of my first full-length novel, Horatio Slice, Guitar Slayer of the Universe!
Technically, the book came out on Monday, July 24, but I’m still celebrating. Champagne for everyone!
First, a little about the book:
Gunner Wilkes is sure of one thing: his rock idol, Horatio Slice, didn’t explode in a pyrotechnics mishap like the press is claiming – he was sucked through a portal into another dimension.
After building a machine he hopes will bring the rock god back to Earth, Gunner falls into an adventure beyond his wildest dreams.
Featuring a cast of horny characters, Horatio Slice: Guitar Slayer of the Universe, is the epic, pornographic gay adventure you didn’t know you needed.
The book is a crazy mash up of many genres: sci-fi, fantasy, gay erotica, adventure, and comedy. There is also romance. And a vampire. A few werewolves. Tattooed aliens and mask wearing villains. I had fun writing this book, and I sincerely hope you have fun reading it, if you decide to do so, that is!
Today, I’d like to give you all a taste of what Horatio Slice, Guitar Slayer of the Universe is all about by sharing an exclusive excerpt you won’t find anywhere else. This scene takes place shortly after Horatio disappears through a portal into another dimension, in front of a packed audience while performing at Madison Square Garden:
Snake shoved the phone in his pocket. “Okay, tell me the truth. Who are you, and where are you from?”
Horatio groaned in frustration. “Dude, I told you. I’m a rock star, for fuck’s sake. Everybody knows me.” He thumped his chest with a closed fist. “Horatio Slice? Monotony?” Horatio groaned again at Snake’s blank stare. “Well, everyone on Earth knows me.” Earth. Damn, he wanted to go home.
Snake took his phone back out and dialed. “Sugar, ever heard of a guy named Horatio Slice?”
The response came almost immediately, this time on speaker. “No. Seven, have you ever heard of a guy named Horatio Slice? Yeah, it is a strange name. Do an internet search. Hang on, Snake, Seven is looking it up. He’s a what? A rock star? Plays music in a band called Monotony? Did you get all that?”
“Yeah.” Snake gave Horatio the side eyes. “Tell Seven to find a photo and describe him.”
“Okay, he’s doing that now,” Sugar said. “Holy shit, is that him? Wow. He’s yummy.”
“‘Yummy’ doesn’t tell me anything, Sugar,” Snake said, rubbing his forehead.
“Sorry. He’s built like a brick shit house, long dark hair, snake tats, piercing blue eyes. Find a naked picture, Seven.”
“There are no naked pictures of me on the internet!” Horatio frowned. “At least none that I’m aware of.”
“Yeah, well, Seven just found five. Nice dick, by the way,” Sugar said.
Horatio heard a different voice shrieking in the background. “We love the one of you in the bathtub! The rubber ducky is a nice touch!”
“Oh my god. What will my mother say?” Horatio buried his face in his hands.
“Well, I guess he’s who he says he is,” Snake said.
“Bring him back to the ship,” Sugar said.
“Later.” Snake stuffed the phone back into his pocket. “He says you have a nice dick. Prove it.” Snake smiled. Horatio smiled back, set his twelve string on top of an evergreen shrub, and unzipped. His cock burst out, hard and ready for action. Snake snickered. “Sugar didn’t mention how gigantic it is!” He grabbed it in his fist and bent over to lick the head. “Can I suck it or fuck it … or both?”
“Both, but we should kiss first. Otherwise, it feels dirty.” Horatio was a fan of most body parts, particularly asses. Lips were his second favorite, and he’d been dying to get his mouth on Snake’s all night. “Where should we go? I mean, do you have a place around here?”
“Go?” Snake put a hand on the back of Horatio’s neck. “This is one of my favorite places to fuck. The flowers make a perfect bed.”
Horatio meant to protest, but Snake’s hot kiss took over and called the shots. The dude had skills—master skills. Snake looked twenty years old, but kissed like he’d been practicing for centuries. Horatio forgot the portal and the jail and the blood-stained floor. All that existed was Snake’s mouth and the crisp night air. They rolled in the flowers, battling for top position until Horatio gave in and let Snake pin him underneath his lithe body.
“You’re a fucking stud,” Snake said. “Let’s take our clothes off. I want to see these muscles up close.”
Horatio told Snake no way, but after a moment of staring into those shimmering silver eyes, he ended up naked and flat on his back in the flowers, with an equally naked Snake straddling his thighs.
“Fuck me, look at these tits,” Snake said, squeezing Horatio’s pecs and tweaking his nipples with his thumbs. “Big and juicy, just like the rest of you. I think your mother raised you on raw meat.”
Horatio Slice is NOT dead.
Gunner Wilkes knows a secret. Heartthrob rock star Horatio Slice is not dead. Sure, Gunner may turn heads with his big brain, good looks, and gym-built body, but his mind is on one thing only: returning his all-time favorite rocker and secret fanboy crush to Earth.
Yes, there are VAMPIRE PIRATES
Fame and stardom were starting to wear thin for Horatio Slice, but when he was sucked through a magical portal while on stage at Madison Square Garden into a jail cell in a strange dimension called Merona, his confusion quickly cleared upon meeting his sexy, dark-haired cellmate, a vampire pirate named Snake Vinter, who filled Horatio in about life in the universe, jumping from dimension to dimension, and craftily avoiding the wrath of gnarly-mask-wearing leather queen King Meridian—a guy nobody wants to cross.
The metal ship is named Frances.
And on Snake’s metal ship live eight identical blond Humerians, who proudly display their cocks and assholes in carefully crafted trousers, as well as a wild assortment of untamable, cock-hungry travelers and stowaways. But someone has hacked into Frances’ mainframe, demanding that Snake and crew deliver Horatio Slice to King Meridian, or feel his wrath.
All the zany magical comedy of Mel Brooks, an adventure not dissimilar to Indiana Jones meets Barbarella, and men, men, horny men, of all shapes and sizes, Horatio Slice, Guitar Slayer of the Universe is wild, fun, pornographic fiction for anyone who loves the masculine, the feminine, and all identities in between. Even more so, it’s for cravers—for aficionados—of big, hard, pounding cock, and anyone who can handle laughs that won’t stop coming.
Oleander Plume lives in Chicago, Illinois, with her husband, two daughters and a pair of obnoxious cats. While she writes in many genres, her favorite is m/m. Or m/m/m. Or m/m/m/m, or … who’s counting, anyway?
Horatio Slice: Guitar Slayer of the Universe (published by Go Deeper Press) is Oleander’s first, full-length novel, but her short stories have appeared in anthologies by Violet Blue, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Shane Allison, Alison Tyler, Neil Plakcy, and F. Leonora Solomon.
Oleander also edited a self-published erotic anthology, titled Chemical [se]X, featuring stories centered around the theme of aphrodisiac chocolates.
For more information, please visit her at poisonpendirtymind.com.
Horatio on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35558974-horatio-slice
Oleander brought along a paperback copy of Horatio Slice for one Lucky winner.
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