The Czar of Wilton Drive by R.P. Andrews blog tour | Spotlight, Guest Post & Giveaway {Indigo Marketing}

PUBLISHER:  Kokoro Press

RELEASE DATE: July 8^th, 2014

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The Czar of Wilton Drive, the story of Jonathan Antonucci, a 21 year old, barely-out-the-closet gay man from suburban New York who overnight finds himself a multi-millionaire, thanks to a bequest by his late gay great uncle. Uncle Charlie has unexpectedly died of a heart attack, leaving him the sole owner of several of the most successful bars in Wilton Manors, Fort Lauderdale’s gay ghetto, making Jonathan the Czar of Wilton Drive, Wilton Manors’ main drag..

Flying down to Lauderdale to claim his bequest, Jon encounters Uncle Charlie’s dubious friends and business associates, and is immediately submerged in Lauderdale’s scene of unbridled sex and heavy drugs. He also discovers his great uncle’s memoirs which reveal truths not only about Jon’s own past but also what may have really happened to his uncle. 

AUTHOR BIO:

RP Andrews spent most of his life in New York City as a public relations executive before relocating to Fort Lauderdale in 2002, where he enjoyed a brief, second career teaching writing at a local university.

All his works of erotic gay fiction and non-fiction are available on amazon.com and Barnes and Noble; and other select publishers’ sites.

His first work of erotic gay fiction, a collection of edgy short stories called Basic Butch, was originally published by San Francisco-based GLBT Publishers in 2008. Basic Butch features characters who go down life paths that, in the end, they wish they had never explored.

His latest works of serious gay fiction include:

The Czar of Wilton Drive, is the story of Jonathan Antonucci, a 21 year old, barely-out-the-closet gay man from suburban New York who overnight finds himself a multi-millionaire, thanks to a bequest by his late gay great uncle. Uncle Charlie has unexpectedly died of a heart attack, leaving him the sole owner of several of the most successful bars in Wilton Manors, Fort Lauderdale’s gay ghetto, making Jonathan the Czar of Wilton Drive.

Flying down to Lauderdale to claim his bequest, Jon encounters Uncle Charlie’s dubious friends and business associates, and is immediately submerged in Lauderdale’s scene of unbridled sex and heavy drugs. He also discovers his great uncle’s memoirs which reveal truths not only about Jon’s own past but also what may have really happened to his uncle. In the end, Jon is torn between avenging Uncle Charlie’s death or loving the man responsible for it. From Kokoro Press.

Not In it For The Love, set at the turn of the new millennium. Josh, a young street-smart Florida drifter is snatched from his dead-end existence as a male hustler in a cheap Key Largo motel by Bishop, a Wall Street power broker who sets him up as his trophy boy in Manhattan society.

There, Josh, after leading a promiscuous lifestyle within New York City’s gay sub-culture, meets Hylan, a young, bi-racial, down-on-his luck, wheelchair-bound musician who awakens in Josh what love can be between two men. But their chance at happiness and the lives of those around them are forever changed by 9/11.

Buy Guys, RP Andrews’ newest novella scheduled for release late spring, 2015, is the story of Blaze and Pete, two young, gay handsome drifters with nothing, and nothing to lose. Blaze convinces Pete, who is falling in love with him, to leave dreary New Jersey and lead free and easy lives as male prostitutes in sunny Fort Lauderdale. Blaze, however, soon pulls Pete into a much larger, more dangerous scheme, a scheme that eventually threatens to destroy them both.

RP Andrews’ daily social commentary blog on gay life in America has been running since 2010 at str8gayconfessions.com, and a second edition collection of these commentaries is available as an e-book on amazon.com.

Confessions of a Str8Gay Man is RP Andrews’ unvarnished, unorthodox views of Modern Gay America which are often counter to today’s political correct gay media. In addition, there is Furry Man’s Journal, his erotic memoirs as a hirsute gay man as told through his experiences with the dozen iconic men in his life.

Guest post with Author R.P. Andrews...

The Top Worse Gay Habits – In and Out of the Bedroom {this guest post contains mature content intended for adult readers only! You have been warned!!}

Taking a cue from Letterman, here are my all-time top worse gay bad habits, even before you get his jeans off:

Smoking. Gay guys are notorious chain smokers. According to a University of Colorado Cancer Center study, gay men are twice as likely to smoke as their str8 counterparts, and far less likely to quit. Maybe it’s a penis substitution thing, ya think? For what cigs are costing today, you might as well buy some meth and get a real high. And as for those rough and tough, bearded, beer-bellied cigar smokers that usually light a stogie up in the most confined part of a bar (yea, folks, you can smoke in most bars down here in Fort Lauderdale where I live), show me what you got between your legs Mister – then I’ll tell you if you’re a Real Man.

Smelling like you just had a smoke. Ever kiss someone in a bar as part of your courtship and taste Marlboro on his tongue? Worse is coming home and smelling like your clothes were nicotine addicts too. Imagine what you’re breathing in.

Drugs, as in “do you party?” No money for gas, no money for rent, no money for electricity, no money to buy those dentures once your teeth rot out, but what the fuck, let’s get high!  And if you say you don’t party or don’t have any stuff, they vanish quicker than roaches in a New York City walkup when the light’s turned on.

Alcohol, for what those 4-for-1 drink specials if you show up in a jockstrap at least twenty years old were made for. These are the same guys, BTW, who, totally plastered, stagger out of the bar and drive home. Surprisingly, though, the incidence of alcohol and drug addiction is no higher among gays than it is among str8s. But there are a hell of a lot of gay boys with their licenses permanently revoked because of endless DUI’s who clutter our roads with bikes.

You’re out with a buddy and your friend either runs into somebody he knows and you don’t, or is attempting to make the guy, and your friend doesn’t even briefly introduce you as they exchange sweet nothings, totally ignoring you as you stand there like you were the wallpaper.

Criticizing every imperfection in every guy you see on the beach or in a bar without acknowledging your own.

Talking nonstop about only one thing – yourself – and when someone attempts to interject a tidbit of their own like “my mother and brother committed double suicide yesterday,” you respond, “oh yea, too bad,” and continue to talk about the hunk you bopped last night.

Cellphonitis. Guys used to grab their crotches to looking enticing – now they’re grabbing their smart phones which are practically crazy-glued to their wrists while prospective, cruising bedmates swirl around them total unnoticed.

Not moving your bubble butt when somebody’s trying to get around you in a bar because you’ve just started a conversation with the love of your life – or the next 15 minutes.

Lying about your HIV status, rather than be honest and let the chips fall where they may. This just isn’t wrong – it’s criminal, especially since barebacking is coming back into fashion like tight, tight jeans.

And here’s my hit parade of the worse gay habits once you and he are naked in bed:

He keeps calling you Steve, but your name is Jim.

He lights up a cig (not a joint that could be enjoyable) while you attempt to suck his cock. Careful with the ashes, buddy.

He looks like he should be lubing car engines but rambles on about how disastrous Beyonnce’s hairdo was on some awards show.

He starts talking about his sick dog or sick mother or last DUI and doesn’t stop while you continue to attempt to suck his cock.

He just talks too much, period. “I like my nips pulled on too, ever since I was 12 and my friend Billy wanted to see if he could hang me from his old lady’s clothesline with some clothes pins. And then …” More than you wanna know about his soiled sexual past.

He said he had am 8 inch tool but even hard, it looks like he started measuring from the crack of his ass. Or measured in centimeters, not inches.

His hard-on is more hard-off.

Just as you’re getting into it, really into it in one position (standing, sitting, on his stomach, on his back, upside down), he decides he wants to suddenly change like he’s some moving target at the carnival.

He says he’s a bottom and keeps aiming his dick at your butthole. And doesn’t understand or has selective hearing when you say no in English and Croatian.

He says he’s a bottom but he’s so tight a stick of dynamite wouldn’t get in.

He says he’s a bottom but isn’t up to getting fucked tonight.

He says he loves a long, slow fuck – just the way you like it – and cums in three minutes after you stick your man meat in him, then just lays there – three feet from you – rattling on about his grocery list while you try to get off.

He says he loves a long, slow fuck – just the way you like it – and you fuck him slow and deep for almost an hour. Then he cums and just lays there – three feet from you – rattling on about his grocery list while you try to get off.

He says he loves sucking cock but barely touches yours.

He’s a top and you’re a top, but agrees two tops can still have fun which for him is you worshiping his not-so-big dick for an hour till he pops.

He loves to get rimmed but hasn’t cleaned up which you find out AFTER you stick your tongue in his crack.

He loves to rim and is pissed you cleaned up.

Now wonder why combing the amateur sex videos on x-tube.com sounds more exciting?

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