Legit. This has happened. I have a book. A real eBook.
Check it out kids. Let me know what you think.
Mr Perfect’s Apprentice – #1 – At first you don’t succeed
by Dylan Henry
Mr Perfect’s Apprentice follows the Sex and the City-style adventures of Mr Blake Pritchard – a 19 year-old optimist who’s ingratiating himself with the lane ways, razzle-dazzle and café culture of Melbourne, Australia, with wide-eyed enthusiasm after breaking free of his sheltered upbringing in the country.
Through, readers witness Blake’s embracing of his new found homosexuality and his fervent attempts to meet his own Prince Charming and live with happily ever after.
With the release of the first eEp in the series – At First You Don’t Succeed – Blake undertakes one of the more awkward scenarios experienced by young (and not-so young) adults: the first date. In consecutive eEps released every two months on an ongoing basis, Blake tackles a new ‘issue’ on his personal journey to becoming Mr Perfect for Mr Right – everything from coming out to his parents and first fumbling sexual encounters to darker issues such as dealing with a broken heart and thehomophobia of others.
Mr Blake Pritchard is the creation of dancer-turned-writer Dylan Henry who, at only 20 years of age himself, takes his acute observations of the world to give Blake life beyond the author’s experiences. Blake displays the kind of boy-next-door quality that makes him relatable toboth male and females alike – regardless of sexual orientation – and expresses himself with an honesty that belies his tender age.
Jump on the Blake bandwagon right from the beginning with the first eInstalment, At First You Don’t Succeed, and fasten your seatbelts… It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.
I’m so flippin’ excited to show you the (VERY FIRST) cover in the ‘Mr Perfect’s Apprentice’ eSeries!
The first part ‘At first you don’t succeed’ is an introduction to Blake and the world around him. I hope you’ll join me for this crazy-gay adventure.
Tomorrow (Christmas day) will consist of my spinster Aunt and myself watching Christmas films over a crap lode of food/drink/and tissues. One day it won’t be like this.
One day, this will be my Christmas morning:
I’ll wake up at 9am with my head laying on his chest (in the same position I fell asleep in) with his arm wrapped around my body. It will be our first Christmas together, so I’ve got to make it a special one.
I’ll sneak out, (without disturbing his slumber), to get the Croissants ready for him when it does indeed wake. I’ll get his coffee ready – just the way he likes it. Strong with one sugar. Once everything is ready (and because I’m so impatient) I’ll get back into bed to slowly wake him up. I can do the whole ‘fake wake up’. You know – pretending to be restless sleeping when really your just pushing/kicking (softy) so they’ll wake up as naturally as possible. The kicking was natural.. right?.
He’ll greet me with a smile.
‘Merry Christmas Blake’ is what he’ll say, as he kisses my lips. He has morning breath but it i couldn’t care less. I’m going to act dumb and selfish, telling him that he should go make me a cup of tea before we get up. This is (of course) a ploy to get him to see the beautiful breakfast I’ve already laid out for him in the kitchen.
As he see’s it, he laughs almost as if he was expecting it. This is such a ‘Blake’ thing to do. I join him (just in my PJ bottoms and Robe) for a delicious breakfast with the man I love. Every time I look into his eyes, it’s as if the universe is reminding me that I am the luckiest guy alive…
I’ll leave it there for now guys… This is of course my Christmas fantasy which you can read in my series ‘Mr Perfect’s Apprentice’ being released in early 2013.
Merry Christmas everyone. I love you all. xxx
In all seriousness.. What is the edict? How does one politely say..
“Excuse me, but you had the most delicious face I’ve seen all day.” without sounding like an absolute creep.
Personally, if someone said that to me, I’d be so flattered but I wouldn’t want to persist their attention. On the contrary, I think i’d be walking away in the opposite direction as fast as I possibly can.
That is unless the person who has just given you the compliment is of extreme cuteness, then a conversation and dinner (*cough Sex *cough) is warranted.
What do you do? Act cool and hope they notice you for all your inner beauty? Or do you bluntly say “I’d very much like to have sex with you” and pray they find you equally as attractive.
I’ve joined the dozen of overly emotional teenagers and have joined Tumlbr. Feel free to join me as I post sexy/amusing/cute pictures. I promise you, you won’t be disappointed. xx
Welcome to another Sunday – which of course means another six sentences. I’ve really been enjoying this process of revelling mealy six of the (what feels like at times) millions of sentences that I write throughout t the week. It’s fantastic to see people enjoying what I’ve been presenting and given some helpful advice along the way. I’m very grateful for all the wonderful support you’ve been giving me over the past few weeks. So a big thank you to each and everyone one of you for reading.
This six comes from part two of the series and is about the consequence of the big night I had last night. Yes, it was last night – Hence why this six is so fresh. It was only written his morning & I still have the feeling I might vomit every two seconds. Don’t feel sorry for me, (I’d be surprised if you did), It is only the fault of myself and the 5 bottles of wine me and my friend consumed.
This weeks six:
I’ve got the usual suspects – Headache, fragile stomach and world-class weariness.
Ideally, I need a recovery that is as fast as Usain Bolt, and as smooth as David Beckham’s arse..
The ritual of deep fried breakfast and orange juice has proven helpful time and time again to relieve the horrendous pain in my head and dulls the urge to kill anyone who dares to make loud noises around me.
If this hangover were a film, it wouldn’t have a decent plot line and would most definitely be in a foreign language: Unbearably boring to watch and overwhelmingly confusing to understand.
You like it? Hate it? Comment on it! xx
SO I was sittin in a cafe this morning doing some work on the series, when I started to write a Mills & Boon scene. Some of you will know my background in writing pretty much covers comedy, and not much else. Never have I been asked to write about real love, sex, or something that doesn’t contain a joke about breasts. So now that I’ve been asked to write about my own love life (and to not leave out the sexy details), I tend to have quite realistic ‘sex flashbacks’ .. in public
I’m one of those writers that really has to get into what I’m writing. (Yep, I’m one of those wankers) So I visualise everything. I’m very lucky that I’m writing about my own life and own experiences because I’ve already lived what I’m writing. But when I want to go back to.. say that night with a particularly hot guy; I have to close my eyes and really get back to that frame of mind. What was I feeling, doing, ect. So when it starts to get a little hot and heavy.. the palms start to sweat, the smile on my face increases, and before I know it I look like this:
Replace Judith with the waitress holding my coffee with a look of concern on her face as one of her patrons is having (what looks like ) an orgasim in her cafe and you have the situation that was this morning.
Perhaps I should start writing these scenes in the privacy of my own home.
At the University of Central Florida free speech lawn, a Baptist preacher (Micah Armstrong) talks about the sins of sexuality. In response one student (Austin Cooper) strips in front of him.
I love the the response from one of the girls in the background.
“Well, I’m aroused”
… so am I girl in background. So am I.
So I’ve got something a little special for this weeks ‘Six Sentence Sunday‘ ..
Firstly, thank you for everyones comments last week. I really appreciated them.
This is a snippet from the second instalment of my series ‘Mr Perfect’s Apprentice’ which isn’t being released until February. Not even my beautiful editor or publisher has seen this before. It’s fresh from the writing desk. Take a look:
His hand caresses my blushed red cheeks as his face gets closer toward mine. I close my eyes and simply let my lips touch his.
It might be the four wines I’ve had, but I feel my body surrender to what is happening as I feel his right hand wrap around my waist drawing me closer to his strong and solid body. My smile is uncontrollable as he draws back to look at me.
“For a first time kisser, that was pretty damn good.”
I want to say something witty like “Youtube tutorials can actually teach you anything” but on second thought, I think a less honest approach is the way to go.
Please note, that the video I linked isn’t the actually video that I watched to learn how to kiss, (yes, this is a true story) but the one I’ve linked his hilarious. Defiantly worth a giggle.
So that’s my first kiss. If you liked that then I can assure you you’ll love the rest of that chapter. Keep an eye for ‘Second Time Lucky’ being released in February and ‘At First You Don’t Succeed’ being released in January by ‘Tercio Publishing’. Watch this space!
I’d love any feedback you may have. As a new writer, any advice from anyone is useful. Hit the ‘Leave a comment’ button bellow and don’t forget to add your six sentence link to the comment so I can read yours.
My first ‘Six Sentence Sunday!’
This is a small snippet from my series ‘Mr Perfect’s Apprentice’ – Part 1: At first you don’t succeed. Basically I was extremely happy about my recently retail purchase, and I saw this really hot guy on the train whom I thought he was giving me flirtatious eyes.. Maybe he was checking out my new shirt.. Maybe not.
I begin to make my way towards the doors of the train when ‘sexy eyes’ stops me in my tracks..
“Excuse me, but I just thought you should know..”
That I am the man of your dreams and you want to take me away to your penthouse apartment to make passionate love to me all night long whilst whispering sweet nothings in my ear?
“.. that you’ve forgotten to take the price tag off your shirt.”
I want to climb into a hole and die, but I take a deep breath and reach around to the back of my shirt to rip off the tag. Somehow I don’t think sexy eyes is jealous of my op-shop purchase, even if I did get it for $2.50.
I do apologise for my lack of blogging. It’s been a busy few weeks getting the first part of the series sent of to the editor. I can’t wait for you guys to read it!
P.S Any feedback would be great.