![]() Manary couldn't make it there, and with only a little prompting from law enforcement agents returned to Canada, and chronicled the journey in that pretty decent romantic comedy mentioned in a paragraph above. New York, New York, if you can make it there you can make it anywhere. Manary is an award winning blogger, an erotic romance novel writer, the author of a pretty decent romantic comedy, and for a brief period in the early nineties served as dictator of a small South American country. He also thinks he is much "cleverer" than he probably is. Manary is also a master of the run-on sentence, an abuser of commas, and has no idea how to properly use this bit of punctuation: " " Robert Manary's alter ego dropped out of Radio Broadcasting College to pursue a lucrative career bartending at a seedy gentlemen's club, played around stocking shelves at a small grocery store until he screwed up badly enough to be given a promotion, and finally left the glamorous life of fighting with Parmalat representatives over the quantity of soy milk required for a small Northern Ontario town to function adequately, for the bright lights of New York. The truth is Robert Manary is a construct created to protect the dubious reputation of his Clark Kent like mild mannered writer/puppeteer/the man pulling the levers and breathing life into the Great and Powerful Oz (don't look too closely behind the curtain). ![]() Robert Manary is an international playboy and man of mystery, with the charm and sophistication of James Bond shaken not stirred with a couple ounces of Cyrano de Bergerac, a dash of Rasputin, and garnished with the rapier wit of Thurston Howell the Third. The seconds are swallowed and I am hypnotized, but I notice something wondrous: she is as caught in my eyes as I am in hers. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but if I did, this would be it. I am lost, struck immobile, her emerald eyes ensnare me. I am drowning in those green eyes of hers. I cock my head and give her my most winning boyish smile, and then my eyes catch hers. Closing the distance we are soon feet from each other. Looking down the block she spots me and we move towards each other. Icarus Rising is the first of a trilogy, but it stands as a novel by itself. This is a rock star erotic romance written by a man with a male point of view. Rachel feels the heat as soon as she meets Brandon, but what if she finds his diary and learns that it was just a game to him, a conquest? And what if Brandon finds that he might actually be falling in love. Now that he's gone, it's the perfect time for Brandon to strike. Rachel, a Rock Goddess, has been at the top of the charts for years and has finally let go of her tumultuous relationship with her controlling manager/boyfriend. Further, he's given himself a deadline - thirty days to capture the heart of Rachel St. A conquest so bold that he's decided to chronicle it in a diary. Brandon Fahr, international playboy and world renowned artist, has set his sights on a new conquest.
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