"In this latest glimpse of L. A.'s dark underbelly, P. A. Brown puts one very chilly hand on your shoulder while poking you in the ribs with the other. (What you do with your hands is up to you.) L. A.'s lost, lonely, and well-nigh unredeemable may find themselves stuck here in Brown's sultry, sexy Memory of Darkness, but at least they're not without a sense of humour."--Jeffrey Round, author of Death In Key West and The P-Town Murders
"I just finished Memory of Darkness and really enjoyed it. Very colorful characters and I loved the father/son dynamic. I would definitely read more about them."--Rick R. Reed, author of Orientation and M4M
"4 Nymphs!...An unusual premise with an intriguing and complex lead character...Ms. Brown skillfully changes this two-time criminal loser into a man on the run, one you can’t help rooting for. Johnny’s son Mark and ex-wife Jolene, add vital family background that helps round out the plot, giving it personal depth. Hyacinth and Taz are interesting characters that add flash, but the one(s) that really stand out in my mind are his new boyfriend, the ex-Marine porn filmmaker, Tyler, and his incontinent Basset Hound, Columbo that’s crazy about Johnny. These two had me chuckling more than once, and left me hoping he and Johnny wouldn’t get killed and have a happily-ever-after they deserve."--Mystical Nymphs, Literary Nymphs Reviews
"5 Cups!...There are so few redeeming qualities to John Wager, but that does not stop you from loving every inch of him. He is a delightfully deplorable hero that wallows in the gritty raunchiness of downtown LA. You can almost feel the angst it causes him when against all odds he realizes that underneath he really does have a heart. I would love to see him again, along with his 'boyfriend' and crazy sidekicks."--Lototy, Coffee Time Romance & More
"...A stay-up-all-night read that grabs you and refuses to let go until its surprisingly touching denouement...Succeeds brilliantly as a thriller. Part of the reason is that Brown is so adept at assembling a cast of characters that are just as unique as they are sympathetic. Everyone here is someone you probably haven’t encountered in fiction before and Brown imbues them all with the kind of detailed, real-life touches that make you care deeply about most of them, and at least want to see what happens next to all of them, even the most villainous of the lot...A light, but gripping, introduction into the world of P. A. Brown. It’s a world if--you’re like me--you won’t want to soon leave."--Rick Reed, Dark Scribe Magazine
"4.5 Stars!...Engaging, the characters realistic, the setting vivid and the story well paced with many gripping action sequences interspersed with quieter reflective moments. Thus I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend it."--Jenre, Reviews By Jessewave
"...A book that you’re not going to want to put down until you turn the final page. It is a well-written, attention-grabbing thriller of a novel that not only involves a grisly crime and a life-or-death situation but also features unique and complex characters who will keep you glued tight to the pages...The first person point of view works very well with this novel and presents the reader with a unique angle. I enjoyed getting into the head of a less-than-savory main character and found it a very enjoyable change of pace from the usual fare...This story is very fast paced, and there is a strong sense of urgency that builds throughout. As I read, I found myself entrapped and involved, not wanting to put the book down for even a minute and definitely not appreciating the breaks that were necessary to take care of life’s details...Ms. Brown has a true knack for writing a thriller, and I am very pleased that I had the opportunity to read this book."--Bobby, BookWenches
...I knelt on the bed and slid my boner down his throat. The guy had a talented mouth. Within minutes he nearly had me blowing my load. I pulled out. I traced the outline of his swollen mouth with my leaking dick, then backed away when he tried to take me in a second time. He looked at me with glazed eyes. His own erection was swollen, pressing against his cock ring and the nubby blanket under him.
“Not so fast, kid.”
I propped my iPod on the bedside table. The Foo Fighters were playing “Best of You.” Talk about righteous.
Bunny jumped and clenched his ass when I shoved my fingers up inside him. He humped my hand, leg muscles bunching like wire cables.
“I got something a lot bigger than that for you.” I skimmed a condom over my leaking prick and slathered it with lube. He squirmed against my stiff fingers when I greased his fine ass.
I climbed onto the bed behind him and got an eyeful of his waiting hole. Easing in the head of my cock, I held his hips in an iron grip as I continued to slide inside him. Tight and hot. He groaned as I pushed my not-inconsiderable piece of meat all the way up his backside. I was breathing pretty hard myself. I licked the sweaty skin behind his ear and whispered, “Hang on tight. I’m gonna ride you till you squeal.”
I had my eyes closed, grooving on the moment, which is why I didn’t see anything until they burst through the door, into the room. I jerked away from the frenzied body in my arms and got a brief glimpse of two men wearing ski masks and gloves before one of them swung what felt like a tree trunk upside my head and sent me tumbling down into darkness. Dimly, I thought I heard someone screaming. Then there was nothing.
My head pounded. Pain played a savage tattoo inside my skull as I rolled onto my side. At first I couldn’t tell if I was crashing from the E or something more sinister. My face pressed against something rough. As consciousness returned in slow, painful increments, I grew aware I lay on the floor. The carpet under me smelled old and musty, like stale vomit. The other smells hit me then.
Metal. Blood. Shit.
I climbed awkwardly to my knees and gaped at the bed, not comprehending what I saw for a heartbeat or two. Memory flooded back. Memories of fucking Bunny’s delectable ass. Memories… Someone had broken into my room. What the fuck?
Someone had raided my Eastpak and had shoved my fattest butt plug up Bunny’s once-sweet ass. My massive black dildo had been rammed down his throat. They hadn’t been gentle when they did it. Blood pooled on the ratty bedspread under him.
His throat had been sliced open. The bed was bathed in blood, as were the walls over his nearly decapitated head. The stench of clotting blood and evacuated bowels filled my nose and coated the back of my mouth. Nausea welled, and the two beers I’d had earlier at Gay Pride threatened to come back up.
Outside, the rising wail of police sirens grew closer.
The sirens snapped me out of it. My clothes were everywhere. I hadn’t been paying attention to anything but fucking Bunny’s luscious ass, and I wasted precious seconds finding my jeans and the T-shirt that were now splashed with blood, like a fun-house, tie-dye job. I considered waiting for Five-Oh, to give them my side of the story, but got real. How likely were the cops to believe me that two complete strangers broke into my motel room and did this? I was a two-time loser in the California penal system. Third time and I’d be doing life—if they didn’t put a needle in my arm and save everybody the trouble. I didn’t have time to pack my bag. I had to leave it.
Halfway out of the room, I clung to the door and glanced back at Bunny lying butchered in the middle of the bed. Hieronymus Bosch written in new age blood.
Then I spun around and bolted down the stairs. My foot slipped, and I nearly took a header, catching myself on the iron railing, which wobbled under my frantic grip. I hit the ground running.
Luckily, I hadn’t locked the car. I clipped my head getting inside, and my hands shook as I jammed in the key. The engine belched and started amid a cloud of blue smoke. Bone-jarring Metallica bounced off my skull until I fumbled the radio off. I needed to think, and I couldn’t do it with that playing.
Staring unseeing out of the cracked windshield, I tried to focus my thoughts. Come on. Think.
But the only thing lodged in my brain was the endless litany: this can’t be happening. This isn’t real. It had to be bad E. Someone spiked it. If I ever caught the mother fucker, I’d kick his sorry ass to Bakersfield. Seriously, who would kill a harmless nobody like Bunny? I refused to even give thought to the next question: why had they left me alive?...