LABEL. ME. MAN By Pat Garcia

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Hello, Everyone,

I have two new releases coming up. The first one is on June 1, 2025, and I will be sharing some snippets from LABEL. ME. MAN, which is the first book. The second book is a series, and I will share more about it later.

Have a lovely Easter and be safe during the holiday.

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

Cover: 4WILLS Publishing Co

Born a savant with Autism Spectrum Disorders and labeled as unusually bright, Gioacchino Tarinni lacked any social, emotional, or spiritual graces. The scientific world labeled him a Robot. Peddled between medical offices and laboratories, doctors and scientists examined whether he could be considered human. He has failed in every experiment except for his friendship with his manservant and chauffeur, Ferro. But no one knows how it happened.
Sitting in a cafe with Ferro, Gioacchino’s eyes are drawn to a woman working on her tablet. She has a head full of braids, and he attempts to count them. But the woman keeps moving her head, foiling his efforts to get an accurate count. Annoyed, he approaches her table, intending to ask her to be still. However, in a moment of impulsive audacity, he proposes marriage instead.

Excerpt:

“What I want is my freedom. I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
“Freedom from me,” Gioacchino said. “I don’t understand.”
“Gio, would you really understand if I broke it down for you? You sit there in your Eiffel Tower, observing me from somewhere in a world I’m not invited to enter, and I’m lost at how I can help you. You don’t respond to any of my initiatives. You hardly ever speak to me. You sit in your chair while I watch a movie, and then at seven o’clock, we go to the dining room to eat, then I go to bed, and you come in forty-five minutes later. Now you’re placing restrictions on when I can visit my girlfriend,” Jediah said. “I have enough problems dealing with my insecurities. Here I am, fifty years old, and I let myself be talked into entering a marriage with a contract of three years to a man seventeen years younger than I am and who is a savant, autistic, and brilliant, with zero skills. I wonder what will happen to me when these three years are over and you no longer want or desire me. I’ll really be a basket case. I have more than enough problems dealing with my idiosyncrasies, and now I’ve inherited yours.”
Gioacchino stopped her, put her carry-on luggage by his feet at his right side, and drew her close. Jediah’s outburst had flooded his mind. Somewhere in her tirade, he had shut her out. He lifted her chin so that he could look at her.
“Does my behavior scare you?”
“Yes. You hardly ever say more than three sentences to me. You just stare.”
“When I stare, I’m thinking about ways to love you and smiling at the pleasure I see in your eyes when I come to our bed. Don’t you understand I’m letting you rest during the day so I won’t tire you out at night? You’re mine, Jediah.”
“But you talk to Ferro,” Jediah said. “You even talk to your secretary, Kay.”
Gioacchino leaned, reached again for her carry-on, and picked up his pace, forcing her to walk faster.
“Only when I have to, I talk to Kay,” he replied. “Why are you scared and feel unsafe when I stare at you?”
“According to our contract, I’m supposed to teach you how to interact with people, and I only have three years to do that before you give me a divorce to release me. Your life is planned like the minute hand on a watch, but when it comes to me, you never have time for me to teach you what you need to know. What happens in three years when you decide I’ve failed? What am I supposed to do then? Just walk away empty-handed, like nothing happened?”
“Has it ever occurred to you that I take you to bed every night and make love to you, not to scare you but to give you the security you seek, Jediah? I won’t ever leave you. What I say, I do. Don’t run from me. Stay and find out that you can trust me.”
“Why?”
“Because running from me will make you miserable. Me too, even though I don’t know what misery feels like. But I won’t have peace of mind until I find you and bring you back,” Gioacchino growled.

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