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LABEL. ME. MAN. By Pat Garcia

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Hello, Everyone,

Here is another snippet from LABEL. ME. MAN, a work in progress that will be available for pre-order in June 2025.

Cover by 4WILLS

Blurb:

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

Gioacchino took the stairs slowly to their bedroom as he pondered why she’d gone to his office. He entered their bedroom quietly. Even though he’d agreed to her returning home, he didn’t understand why. Her early morning escape from their home had cost him his ability to concentrate on his negotiations. After receiving the text message from Ferro that Jediah had disappeared somewhere in the house, he rescheduled the talks for the next day and gave Ferro strict instructions to keep his eyes open.

The door that led out to the spacious balcony adjoining their bedroom stood open. The venetian blinds were hanging loosely down, with the panels slightly opened, letting through rays of sunlight.

Gioacchino grinned to himself. Jediah’s clothing lay scattered in a pattern on the floor. He picked them up as he reached them, piece by piece, and headed to the closet to hang them up.

Your disorderliness coincides very well with my need to organise and order things.

He looked at the motionless figure lying on her stomach in their bed, and his eyes widened in shock.

He blinked to ensure he was seeing correctly. A series of numbers shaped into a curvaceous body lay on their bed. Until today, he’d seen Jediah as scrap pieces of brown, velvety cloth he couldn’t put together. It astounded him that the outer layer of her skin was comprised of integers.

He stared at the bed, expecting the numbers to disappear; instead, two large, marbled threes looked back at him and laughed silently.

Discombobulated, Gioacchino turned to the closet to dispose of her clothing, shaken by what he saw. He had long calculated the function of picking her clothes up every day, and getting to the closet, variable a, to getting to variable b, which was landing in their bed at night to create order among the velvety brown pieces he assumed were who she was.

“You’re home. No one told me you’d be home early,” Jediah said, not moving.

“I couldn’t think in the office,” he answered, putting her dress on a hanger.

“Why not? I told you I wouldn’t run away again.”

“How are you?” Gio asked, ignoring her response and asking a question of his own.

“Fine. Are you all right?”

“I’m okay.”

“Just okay?”

“At the moment, just okay,” he repeated, turning toward her, frowning, hoping the numbers hadn’t disappeared.

“Something happened after you brought me home and returned to work.”

“What?”  She was still a cluster of numbers but had now transformed into a curvaceous one stretched out on the bed, and that stirred his libido.

“I went to write in your office and didn’t think to tell Ferro. I was so happy to find a hiding place where I could write without people watching me that I didn’t think about telling him or anyone else where I was,” Jediah said, gazing at him. “I didn’t mean to upset you after what I experienced with you in the car on the way home this morning. Does that make sense to you?”

“So it wasn’t intentional?”

“No, although I’m sure Ferro thinks it was.”

The frown on Gioacchino’s face faded. The harshness in his voice vanished, and he addressed her softly in a soft, deep whisper.

“Stop worrying. Ferro told me he didn’t think you meant to cause a furore. But he was concerned because no one knew where you were.”

“So you’ve already heard?”

***

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Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

LABEL. ME. MAN By Pat Garcia

@pat_garcia @patgarcia.bsky.social #writingjourney @amwriting @rrbc-org.bsky.social #romancereader #Bloghop

Hello, Everyone,

This is another snippet from LABEL. ME. MAN., which will be available for preorder on June 1, 2025.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do, revealing the characters.

Blurb:

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:

Gioacchino waited until they had stepped outside into the morning air to look sideways at her again. Her brown lips looked like a sweet treat. He liked covering her full lips with his own and tasting them. Precious and priceless, her plump lips awakened his manhood and gave his life meaning and normalcy.
Having never dated an African American woman, Gio found Jediah, with her full lips, curvy hips, and big breasts with pointed nipples, fascinating from the first time he saw her sitting in the café. Even though his mathematical intelligence and photographic memory had catapulted him to become one of the top five major players in mergers and acquisitions for hotels, it was nothing compared to his first meeting with Jediah. With her, he was human and not a robot. He felt genuine compassion, and more naturally than ever, his blood pressure sank to normal; he could interact with Kay, his secretary, and his migraines vanished. The medical specialist in charge of tracking his developmental changes was astonished.
Only yesterday evening, he had wished to tell Jediah how making love to her caused his blood pressure problem to vanish and helped him to deal with the torturous beliefs that he was some spectacular idiot savant or robot that was born on the earth once in a million years, but she had fallen asleep after their lovemaking.

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

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THE SEVENTH CHANCE By Pat Garcia

@patgarcia@bsky.social @pat_garcia @rrbc-org.bsky.social #romancereader #bloghop,#writingjourney @amwriting

Hello, Everyone,

I am continuing with a snippet from last week’s introduction of The Seventh Chance, a flash fiction I am developing from a compilation of stories that will be released sometime this year.

Bob-Ann stretched and yawned at the same time. She had not slept well. The memory of the broken glass she had left on the floor by the entrance into their home, the fact that she hadn’t heard Amato come home, and the pounding headache that she had caused her to sigh heavily. She unwrapped her body, twisted in the bedsheets, and glanced at the watch near her bedstand. She had flunked her last chance not to act like a speechless, bashful mouse. Her husband, Amato, always told her that what others thought of them was unimportant. But she hadn’t been able to accept his way of thinking. Their age difference made her doubtful, mistrustful, and jealous. She’d never believed he was offering her a future with him.
Bob-Ann flung herself on the bed and thought about Amato’s longtime friend and schoolmate, Lila. When Bob-Ann first met Lila, she tried to befriend the woman, but Lila noticed her insecurities and used misconstrued truths to gnaw away at Bob-Ann’s confidence one brick at a time. Since their marriage, Lila promised her that Amato would leave her because Bob-Ann wasn’t his type.
For the sixth time, Bob-Ann believed her. Lila sounded so convincing that Bob-Ann’s tears started flowing, and she left the party without telling Amato she was going.
He had given her many chances to see the beautiful woman she was, but she failed every time. She mumbled, “There’s no such thing as a seventh chance.”
Curling herself around her pillow, she covered herself with her feather down as she thought about the cruelty of others and her inability to fight back.

Shalom shalom

THE SEVENTH CHANCE By Pat Garcia

@patgarcia.bsky.social @pat_garcia. @rrbc-org.bsky.social #romancereader #bloghop #writingjourney @amwriting

This is another work in progress. It belongs to a group of flash fiction pieces that I have written and will be available sometime this year.

The Seventh Chance

Anger boiled within Bob-Ann’s breasts. In her hand, the crystal glass engraved with his name, she threw like a professional pitcher across the room, and it across the room, and hit the silver doorknob. It splattered, and tiny splinters rained on the floor, but her anger was not yet appeased. She walked to the glass vitrine and reached for the matching crystal glass engraved with her name. Gripping it at the bottom, she threw it like she was pitching her first shutout. Afterward, she examined the little glass mountain piled up before the door. 

“Strike out,” she mumbled. 

She wouldn’t need those glasses anymore, and her heart hurt. Her future had taken a deplorable end, one she had been expecting for some time. 

The anger dissipated as tears streamed from her eyes.

Turning, she walked down the hallway to what used to be their bedroom.

No use cleaning up the mess now. I have plenty of time to do that. 

She climbed upon the bed and fell asleep.

__________________________________________

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

https://patgarciaauthor.com/2025/02/25/the-seventh-chance-by-pat-garcia/

LET HIS BANNER OVER ME BE LOVE By Pat Garcia @patgarcia.bsky.social social, #MFRWHooks @rrbc-org.bsky.social @4rwisawriters.bsky.social

Blurb

It doesn’t take Chance Mancini long to accept that she’s allowed herself to fall in love with Gavino Mancini, a man much younger than she. To make matters worse, after their marriage, he’s led her into a lifestyle she has come to love. He is her, Sir.

All is well until she finds out she can’t give him a family, and insecurity about their relationship haunts her. 

Chance runs away, only to be terrorized every night in her sleep by her dreams. Three years later, Gavino Mancini enters her life again to repossess what belongs to him––her heart and her body.

EXCERPT

Chance gasped when Gavino Mancini came out into the open. Shock reverberated through her body. Overcome with guilt about the way she had left him; her eyes trailed their way down from his face to his neck. Once upon a time, she had delighted in planting kisses on the tanned column of his neck between his ear and shoulder. Instinctively, she bowed her head in the presentation pose he had taught her. She shivered as she remembered how she loved standing on her tippy toes to kiss his shoulders, his neck, and his chin, after he had given her permission to touch him. He would then reach out and pull her close to him and lift her up so that she could reach his mouth and drape his body with hers. At night, those same shoulders became her pillow after he finished making love to her. She would fall into a deep sleep listening as he whispered repeatedly, I love you.

Purchase Link: Amazon.com

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THE POWER OF TOUCH By Pat Garcia @pat_garcia #amwriting #MFRWHooks

The Power of Touch is a multicultural/interracial short story. The story centers around Aniyah, an African-American woman who finally leaves the orphanage she is raised in and moves to Cologne, a city in Germany, where she has the opportunity to study at the University about the effects of music on people who are deaf.

She has finally finished her studies successfully and is waiting at the train station to catch her train when she sees a man walking into the same train station, and she feels that he wants to hurt himself.

The Power Of Touch is a love story that transcends barriers and brings hope to people who have given up on life. 

Book Cover by Olga Godim

Blurb:

Stationed within an International Explosive Ordinance Team (EOD) in Germany for six years, Gianluca Abate has never anticipated that unexpected incidences could throw his life off balance. He didn’t think there was a situation that could touch him so closely until the day he experienced an explosive blast underwater. His life spirals downward, and he loses all hope of ever being normal again. At a train station, he is waiting for a train to come to end it all and is so involved in what he is about to carry out that he doesn’t see the woman running toward him who is about to change the trajectory of his destiny forever.

EXCERPT: Aniyah paused before the sizeable glassed-in train terminal, observing the people who crossed the pedestrian walk to enter. As always, she forgot to eat her ice cream as she watched the people, and it melted and streamed like a tiny river over her cone.

She licked her cone enthusiastically, trying to catch the drips before they reached her hand. She painted pictures of everyone crossing the path as she licked. She loved that she could look out from the second level of the modernized station. People fascinated her, and she dissected the world they were living in by contemplating the emotions she saw written on their faces, especially in their eyes. Her gaze went to a man with wavy black hair. He walked stiffly as if he were a robot. He lifted his head suddenly and glanced straight up into her eyes. Aniyah discerned a hopeless look she had seen many times from children in the orphanage who had hoped to be adopted but never were. By their eyes, she could tell when they had given up. Some let life pull them along and got more bitter daily; others gave up entirely and left the world forever. She lost sight of the man when he walked under the canopy that led to the entrance below, but something wasn’t right about him. 

You may find the paperback and Kindle versions on all Amazon Outlets worldwide (amazon.com)

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

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