Anotha Storm

About the Book

“You’re a fucking puppet,” he let out. “And Victor is pulling the strings.” “And you’re not?” I challenged, counterattacking. “The only difference between you and me is you’re getting fucked up the ass with a hand.” “No,” he returned, snapping, “you’re getting fucked by everyone, and I’m not.” He was right. I did feel like a puppet. “That’s the fucking difference, and you know it,” he exposed. “You didn’t have a fucking problem fucking this ass,” I reminded him angrily. “In fact, if I recall correctly, you enjoyed it.” I wanted to scream but couldn’t. My entire life seemed like it was no longer mine. It belonged to someone else. If I was given a chance to make things right, could I do it? Would I do it? There was so much that was wrong in my life over the last year that I almost didn’t know what to say, think, or do. I felt as if I couldn’t trust anyone except my lovers, Julio and Antonio. Everyone around me seemed different, especially Patrick. Victor had put me through so much, and now all I wanted was justice and having him in custody where he belonged. That would be the start of that justice, I believed. But then again, I could be wrong because with the kind of money that Victor and his brother Travis and Christopher possessed, they could buy the country and still have money to burn. In fact, I would not be satisfied until I knew that they would all be behind bars and the key thrown away so they’d never get out—if they ever made it to jail. I kept playing the idea of me being Victor’s son in my head, and knowing what he had put me through himself personally and had allowed others on his behalf to put me through, it only pissed me off and caused me to become more bitter by the moment. How could he force me to do those awful things, and how could he use me the way he used me? And to think my family unbeknownst to them it was me or I, them, and they played a part in his wicked, sick game. I was a puppet, and he was right when he told me I was one. However, I was hell-bent on cutting those strings and freeing myself of Victor and anyone else that was associated with him. And regardless of what I believed, I had a choice to make, and the only question was, would I make the right choice at the end? More sex, more drugs, more taboo, and more forbidden games. I would do whatever I had to do to see the fall of Victor Grant. He was going down, one way or the other, and I would do whatever I had to do to make sure I was the one who took him down.

About the Author

Steven Paul-Germané is from Los Angeles, California and was raised some in a small town in Oklahoma. He pursued a computer information systems business degree from the University of Arkansas. After years of being married, he divorced his wife Kimberly a few year ago and commutes from the Dallas, Texas area to Fayetteville, Arkansas where he continues to raise his son Kah’Vanti. He has written several books with seven of them published. This is his eighth book being published and the fifth in his Storm Series. Mr. Germané is also a talented singer and songwriter, although none of his music has been recorded. He eventually would love to have his songs recorded and his books turned into movies for the LGBTQ community. His books are diversified and stimulates your mind, body and soul and he hopes to inspire other writers, to expand on their controversial subjects and actions and express themselves through their writings. There are heroes in all of us and no matter what gender, sexuality, race, ethnicity or anything else that mainstream seems to denounce, we - as a people and as individuals - have a voice and whether that voice is on paper or in verbal sayings, we have a right to express ourselves and live free and love freely. There are no limits except the ones we place on ourselves and hopefully we realize that the sky is the limit to what we can do. And that is infinite. Endless.