Friday, April 19, 2013

May The Best Man Win






Synopsis



They say a good man is hard to find. Kardell Spencer and Lewis Turner know this all too well. Neither is lucky in love.
Kardell Spencer is a hard-working, successful advertising company owner who has a no nonsense approach to work and professionalism.   
Lewis Turner is Kardell’s flamboyant, over-the-top employee. They are polar opposites. Lewis speaks how he feels. Sometimes the things he says are so shocking that they leave people around him gasping for air.
Mateo Lopez is a rich, handsome restaurateur and a new client for Kardell Spencer’s company. When he takes a liking to Kardell, Kardell plays hard to get. Never one to miss an opportunity, Lewis quickly moves in and makes a play for Mateo’s attention.
It all comes to a head when Kardell and Lewis each find out about the other’s intent for Mateo. Mateo takes control of the situation and proposes a contest to see who will be the best man for him. But Mateo has an ulterior motive that puts both men’s lives in jeopardy.  In May the Best Man Win, two men may find out that winning is not always winning.  




Prologue
“What the hell is going on here?” I walked up to the table where my man and my new enemy sat across from each other talking one hand covering the others hands. It was a sign of affection to them but a sign of betrayal to me. There was a few people staring at me and the scene going on, but I didn’t care at the moment. I had completely forgotten my reputation as an upstanding, law abiding citizen and my senses. I was seeing red. I wanted to flip the table over in a tirade. My man looked at me calmly and the ‘enemy’ had an evil smirk on his face. I wanted to smash his head into the glass window and watch the blood run down the side of his face and then do it again. This was my man he had his hand on. He had is filthy, hoeish hands on my man.
“Good evening, Kardell. How are you?” No this bitch didn’t just ask me how I am doing while he is sitting across from my man. I didn’t answer him at first because I wanted to retain my dignity and some of my reputation as an upstanding citizen but as they say, shit was about to get real.
“Have you lost your fucking mind?” I couldn’t believe I was speaking in such language in front of my man, but I was seething hot and didn’t care at the moment.
“My mind is great right now. It couldn’t be better. I’m out with my man and we are have an almost quiet brunch together before you showed up and showed us your ghetto side.” He looked at me and then at my man and then smiled slyly, like he was winning.    
“Your man?” I asked, looking at my man waiting for him to answer.
 “Did I stutter? You have a degree or two and you mean to tell me that you haven’t grasped all of the English language?” Lewis said sarcastically.  “How could he be your man if you didn’t want him?”
“You’re in my business and I’m about to be in yours.” I threatened.
  “Like I said, my man and I are enjoying ourselves and we don’t want the interruptions so we would appreciate it if you found you a man, if you can, and leave us two lovers alone.”
“Are you forgetting the fact that you work for me and not the opposite?” I stated matter-of-factly. 
“Is that a threat?…Are you threatening me?” He turned towards me in his seat as if he was about get up. I took a step back just in case he was about to swing or something. I can say I wasn’t planning on this shit to happen today. I guess there was something that could change my mood today. I never thought in a million years  that it would be this.
“It is what it is,” I replied.
“Excuse me is everything okay over here?” A male and female member of the museums security walked up to us. The male asked the question.
“No everything is fine…Just a little miscommunication.” Mateo finally decided to talk by answering the officers. “Kardell have a seat so we can discuss this rationally.” His smile and calming voice was all I needed to hear so I hesitantly pulled out a chair and sat down at the table. I was breathing hard and looking at Lewis’ ass was not making it any better.
“Okay, any more profanity or arguing and we will have to ask you to leave the grounds. This is a family friendly environment and we like to keep it that way. Have a great day at the Walter’s Art Gallery fellas.” They walked off and left us to hash out the mess that we were in.

“Gentleman this is entirely my fault. I wasn’t being honest with either of you. I like both of you and couldn’t decide on which one of you to see exclusively. You two are very good looking guys and it is hard to decide when two guys meet my standards. I like you both.”  He looked at both of us, one to the other, intensely.
 I was shocked at what I was hearing. Here I am thinking I am the only one and he is dating Lewis and me. I wanted to get up and walk out and leave them both here looking stupid, but that would only make Lewis the winner and I wasn’t going out like that. I found him first. The truth is I probably fucked myself by seeming uninterested in Mateo when I first met him and denying that attraction to Lewis. His fast ass swooped right in and made his move. I had to give it to him he was a go getter. I guess he was looking for love too. It just happened to be the same guy I was interested in.
“Mateo, it okay,” I spoke up first. “It can happen to anyone.”
“Yes, I forgive you.” Lewis stated, and then reached his hand across the table and placed it on Mateo’s hand that was resting on the table. I reached over knocked it off and placed my hand on his. I know it was petty and downright childish, but I wasn’t giving up that easily. Pretty soon were pushing each other’s hand off of Mateo’s before he finally pulled his hand back.
“No need to fight fellas, I have a great way to solve this dilemma.” He looked at both of us and smiled. “Since I can’t possibly choose between the both of you I propose a contest of sorts to see who the best man for me is. I love games and why shouldn’t life be interesting.”
“A Game?” I spoke hesitantly. 
“Yes, I know it is totally unconventional, but I think it would be fun to have a little friendly contest. Think of it as American Idol for dating.” He laughed lightly. 
“I’m game if he’s game,” Lewis looked at me sharply. I eyed him back in the same manner.
“But you can’t take it out on each other at work.”  We both nodded our heads yes even though I knew that it was going to be hard to keep this from spilling over into the work atmosphere.
 “Great. It will take me a few days to think about what I want to do, but expect a text with the first challenge.” He said getting up from the table. “I’m looking forward to this. Have a great day gentleman.”
We both watched him walk off and then we looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.
“May the best man win.” I stuck my hand out to shake Lewis’ hand. He hesitantly did the same before he said the same, “May the best man win.” 

Reflections of a Writer/Author/Storyteller

           Okay , so it is 2013 and I am a few months away from my fifth full length novel being released( May The Best Man Win -August 27th 2013).
            I sit back from time to time and think about the process of writing Both Sides of the Fence 1(January-May-2008
) and I smile because it was new and scary to let someone read something I had written. Positive review followed and then you spring forward a few weeks and i was being offered a two book deal/contract. That was exciting and very scary. I didn't have a clue of what to do next. Yes or no? Do i take it or leave it? Well after talking to tons of people in the industry, my pastor and my best friends, I apprehensively signed on.
           Fast forward to where i am now; a writer that is still learning to focus, fuse and forge ahead. I am working on a novel that i hope to finish in four more months. I think several times during the writing process, trying to get that high back from my first breakout character, James Parks, A supreme Antagonist. I didn't know that he would take over the series and forge a small spot in the minds of readers forever. He was 'something else' as tons of readers say to me. But, i was just writing him. I was in sync with him and his story, because he was me on some levels, many levels. No i didn't threaten to tear the lives of a husband and wife apart and do all sort of unthinkable trickery but ...lol.... I did some stuff. :)
          So i want  every character or characters to have that same fire that i brought with James, Mona, Shawn, and the rest of the characters of 'The Both Sides of the Fence Trilogy. The problem is that i can't and no matter how hard i try it just doesn't happen. And guess what, i am glad that i stop trying with my other works of fiction. It was futile to say the least. Now I sit back and just let it flow. i have fun and let my characters have fun. i take my time. I don't rush it, well sometimes, if i'm behind on a deadline. But even then some of my most outrageous drama comes during crunch time.
        Over time i have learned that writing fiction, stories and even this blog, takes time. I don't like to wait, like my readers, but i have no choice in the matter. Rushing a product can lead to bad results and loss of readership.
         I also think of my catalog of fiction, short stories, anthologies, and full length novels and awe at the twelve titles that I written or collaborated in. It seems small to me at times and in comparison to some other authors, but many would say that it was a great feat for anyone to have twelve titles circulating in a five year span.
         So now after 5 years some would say that i have a career on my hands. A career that i didn't have a plan to seek out or conquer because yes i believe i conquered me and stepped out of the box to write about a still very taboo subject. Who cares, is what i say most of the time. But over time i have learned that plenty of people care and plenty of people share their stories after reading one of my own.
       The money you make from books is really, really, nice after a really really long time...lol. But getting great feedback and gaining new friends and confidantes makes it that much more exhilarating. Sure you get some people that may strongly disagree with what you write, how you write, grammar  story line ...blah, blah, blah, but it is the whole experience, to me, that makes it worth it. It is WORK to start, continue and finish a project, but finishing is such a great feeling. Sometimes i fumble over what's next even when it comes to story lines and such but after having a mental gun held to my head i get it moving and press through each page.  I take week or month long breaks because sometime i just have to walk away from it all and live my life 'book drama' free...lol. Then when i get back at it  it's like a fresh loaf of bread going through the oven of my mind and waiting to be served, hot, to the readers.
        Being a writer takes up so much of your time, especially the marketing part, I hate it. It is fruitful after the fact but after doing book signings, updating websites, reading/writing blogs, appearing on radio shows, online mags, Facebook-ing, Twitter-ing, Instagram-ing, LinkedIn-ing, and so many other sites, i get fatigued and turned off of people and the world wide web. Then i shut down and shut out for a few day, which means i stay in the house, when i'm off, for days at a time. I mean no going outside at all, well, maybe a Wal-mart run, but other than that it's adios amigos..lol.

This is my latest rant for now. hope you enjoyed! Until next time...Peace.


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