..Gene Scott, what would you like to tell readers about yourself?
......* *mumbles* Uh, wha--? Why’re you following me? Get lost. Well, umm, I guess you need this for your blog, huh? Me has my own blog, too, err, sorry. No. It’s my pretty Sean’s blog. I love him. I love him so much. I want to spend the rest of my love with him. Yeah, I have him now.
..Are you happy with the way people perceive you?
......* Why would I care? I just wanna be with Sean. My pretty, pretty Sean.
..Does your author ever try to take over the story? And how do you deal with it?
......* What’s this author you’re talking about? There’s no author. There’s nobody else. Only me and Sean.
..What was the best sexual experience you’ve had?
......* *eyes twinkling* You know what it was. With Sean, of course. He cuddled with me, and the sounds he made as I fucked him made me go insane.
..What was the least interesting thing that has ever happened to you? (In bed or out.)
......* *looks blankly* Shut up. Shut up!
..What’s your take on Nate Matthews, Sean’s boyfriend?
......* *jumps up* I tell you what, Lady. There’s no Nate. Nate never exists. There’s only me and Sean. Got it?!
..Now for some author information!
......* My author is Iyana Jenna. Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.
......* Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.
..You can find my author, Iyana Jenna, here...
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..Now for some book information!
..A look into the story
......* Fan Gene Scott worships Sean. He maintains a blog dedicated to the actor and writes out all his fantasies there. He wants Sean to belong to him, and only him, and he’ll do anything to make the actor his own. He can’t accept the fact that Sean has a boyfriend. To Gene, Nate might as well not exist.
......* Despite increased security and all efforts to keep him safe, Sean vanishes, and Nate feels as if his world has come tumbling down. When the police response is too slow for him, Nate enlists the help of his producer and bodyguard to find Sean. Will he manage to find his lover before Sean disappears forever? Or will Gene finally get what he’s always dreamed of, and make Sean the love of his life, instead? ..
......* "Sean," he says softly as he sits beside Sean on the pavement. He puts his hand on Sean's knee, stilling it.
......* “Nate --” There's a tremor in Sean's voice.
......* Nate turns his head toward Sean who is looking even more agitated than before.
......* "Hey, man.” He puts his arm around Sean's shoulders, pulling him close, kissing him on the temple. He can feel Sean shaking. "I've got you."
......* “They found a picture,” Sean says abruptly. "Inside the flowers. The police showed it to me."
......* “What picture?” The police didn't say anything to him about that. Nate's stomach sinks. Sending flowers is one thing but pictures? Of Sean?
......* "It's one of me. Sleeping. Inside the house." Sean's voice is bordering on the hysterical now. "Whoever it is must have used a long-lens camera or something. How could they get through the gate, Nate?"
......* "Ssh, baby.” Nate tries to put as much reassurance as he can in his voice. Someone has to remain calm even though Nate is feeling anything but. He puts both his arms around Sean, can feel him trembling, and holds him even tighter. "Breathe with me, c'mon."
......* Sean stills and takes a deep breath. “Can we go home now? Have the police finished with us?"
......* "Yeah. Yeah, I think we can go home now." Nate stands up and holds out a hand to pull Sean up. They hold each other tight for a moment longer, both of them unaware of a pair of eyes watching them from a distance.
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..Thank you for joining us here today, Gene Scott! It was a pleasure getting to know about you, the story you're in, and your author.