“One woman’s joy is another woman’s sadness…”The existence is a guarded secret known only to those affluent enough to enjoy its benefits and broken enough to desire them.The island’s most attractive young men have long maintained a lucrative sex trade in pleasuring well-to-do female vacationers from all over the world.The come in droves to spend their days lounging in tropical warmth and their nights drunk on the flesh of hard-muscled strangers rewarded with money and gifts to ravish them in every way.For generations, wealthy women have traveled there in search of fleeting escape from passionless marriages, from frantic work schedules, to escape from their problems as they can do no place else. On the island their only cares are for the roughness of the hands driving their orgasms. The most successful veriagones are those who know this well enough to never fall in love with the ladies they serve.The most beautiful of the veriagones, 22-year old Reynaldo is exploring his first genuine romance with flirtatious local bartender Sandrine, but is quickly selected for his sensual talents by Esme, a stunning redhead on holiday who is more than twice his age. Esme finds in Reynaldo what she has spent years a man not only undaunted by her overtly sexual nature, but one who proves a match for it.Unbeknownst to any of them, the island and the ancient deities that have warred there since time began have selected Reynaldo for something as well. A choice made by an imprisoned goddess will claim lives, test relationships, and require courage and decisive action of those wanting to escape divine wrath with their hearts intact.
Anthony Beal is a writer of fiction and poetry in the horror, erotica, and erotic horror genres, and the author of 'The Escapists: An Erotic Fantasy Novel,' and the short story collection 'Funereal Diseases of the Mind: Fifteen tales of dark erotica.'
His other interests include anime, graphic novels, studying Japanese language and culture, the writings of Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Olaudah Equiano, Langston Hughes, Henry Miller, and Anais Nin, food blogging, and collecting books and music like they've been outlawed.
Anthony Beal is a writers, writer. His work is not for the masses, but neither is the work of Anais Nin or Walt Whitman. And yes, I put his name in that company. He won't like me doing so, probably, but tough, because it's what I believe.
To give away the plot of The Escapists would be to deprive you of a thorough mind f**king (as you can read, I lack Anthony's finesse). Let me just say that his writing is incredibly smart.
If I have anything negative to say, it's that sometimes it can be TOO smart and a reader can get lost in what he is trying to say.
One such paragraph might be: "Reverent house lights dimmed. She took the stage like a wanderer returning home from a trip around the world. Her dress she peeled off like old paint, like the skin of the most sensual and luxuriant fruit the world had ever seen; one tasted by none but kings. Oh, the hours that any man watching would have filled alone with her, naked with her, and oh, the things with which he would have filled them! Forceful acts held at bay only by consideration of their consequences played out with lurid specificity in the heart of each observer. Were these premises not devoted to entertaining gentlemen of the highest caliber, then much sexual criminality might well unfold nightly here." -- Anthony Beal, The Escapists
It can be like finding the meaning in a poem sometimes, but if you can be patient and let the words crystallize in your mind, the experience is well worth it.
I really suck at reviewing books because I hate giving the story away by going beyond the author's plot description. If you've made it this far I am assuming you've read it already. However, if you it here 's a little bit more. Once upon a time a god became obsessed with a goddess. Unfortunately the goddess Xial wasn't fond of Zanji preferring her human husbands over his godliness. Zanji turned out to be a bunny boiler and made it his mission in his immortality to stalk Xial and eliminate his human competition.
As a result of their actions he and Xial are banished to an island by their big kahuna of gods Rahal’Nu . An island that many life times later is now revered by those in the know for its sexual tourism. While vacationing on the island 45 yr old Esme due to her involvement with island resident Reynaldo becomes part of the legend's current history. That is all I am going to reveal about the legend surrounding the island that The Escapists takes place on. I want you to experience the story as I did. I went into this book not knowing a darned thing about it except that it was an erotic fantasy written by Anthony Beal and that was enough for me. I am a huge fan of Anthony Beal's writing style. His writing is so phenomenal that when he describes something not only can you see it in your mind but you can smell it as well. Yeah, he is THAT good.
As The Escapists unfolded I found myself literally gasping as details were revealed connecting the characters to the legend especially Reynaldo and his friends. Just a note, I have never ever gasped out loud while reading a book before but I more than made up for that with this book as it all started falling into place for me. I had a hard time putting The Escapists down and think you will too. Now click on that button and order the book, you won't regret it. Happy reading!
Sophisticated, Mesmerizing and Altogether Erotic! A Must Read!
Author Anthony Beal sets before the reader a sophisticated and classy work or erotica, "The Escapists". There's smut, porn and erotica, but Mr. Beal's clever pen forges a new genre for sexual content which is intricately executed while intensely wanton and hauntingly amorous. With well-developed characters and an well-developed story line which he unfurls with agonizingly unexpected twists, the author draws the reader into the labyrinth of the tale and guides (or misguides) them along from one dead end to another only to finally arrive at the unforeseen conclusion.
In a setting with Club-Med-èsque undertones and libertine overtones, the reader becomes acquainted with Esme, a wealthy heiress escaping the boredom and emptiness of real life. With brief flashes of perspective from the points of view of other guests at the resorts and the "rentals" who service these female clients, one comes to realize the reality of the characters being much like the pieces on a chessboard that are maneuvered in a grander scheme of play.
"A sensual viscosity defined his movements, like taffy pulled to and fro, a radiant heat that recalled molten things in the way he seemed to flow about when arousal took him, which was often."
This one of the most delightfully written pieces of erotica I have ever read. The author's prose is both meticulous and languid, deliberate yet letting the imagery he calls up do all the work. Sentences like the one I quoted the above litter the book from beginning to end. I kept stopping to marvel at the way these stretches of text were put together.
The storytelling is equally expert. The characters are richly detailed and vivid, and despite the large cast in this book, they all come across as real and believable. I hesitate to say too much about what happens, because this book kept me guessing and turning the pages to the very end.
If I have a criticism, and it seems a crime to even suggest such a thing, it’s that the pedestrian cover gives no hint whatsoever at the delights that lay within. A book this lapidary deserves a better skin.