Oliver Adair. Beautiful on the outside. Damaged on the inside. One bad decision followed by the next leaves him broke and out of options. When propositioned to sell his body he enters into a parallel world of sex for hire. Oliver embarks on a journey that will force him to confront his demons, answer for the sins of the past, and become a man.
In Volume Seven of Oliver’s amorous adventures, Oliver gets into the first fight of his life, rounds up his assortment of fellow horny escorts, celebrities, and fallen aristocracy, for a reality TV show at his ancestral manor and ends the novel in the second fight of his life and an article in the gossip pages
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It is an odd thing to be in the back of a silent car after leaving a noisy environment. Sort of like a moving cocoon. It reminds me of my time at university when I would lock myself in my dorm room, lie on the bed and enjoy just listening to the party happening in the world beyond my sanctuary.
Is this an odd thing?
Perhaps in my heart I am not a party animal.
Perhaps I fear being exposed for what I really am; a homebody who likes the quiet and would be perfectly content living a silent life.
Maybe I would have made a good monk.
Maybe it would have bored me to tears after a week of doing nothing but reading books, drinking beer, and meditating.
I’m pretty certain the celibacy thing would do me in.
The taxi driver lays on the horn for so long I have no choice but to pay attention to what is happening in the world beyond the cocoon.
What is the matter?
Traffic.
Obviously. What is happening?
How should he know?
Marvelous.
Roland is being a tremendous sport about Elon attempting to climb into his suit with him.
I glance at the two of them.
I wonder if my presence isn’t a bit intrusive.
I consider offering them the room I had to get that afternoon for the call with the Latin Pop Star.
Elon is a father.
