Guest Spot: Pablo Michaels (@pablomichaels1) – Jack’s Magical Beanstalk Trilogy

 

 

 

 

Blurb and Links to Prelude to Jack’s Magical Beanstalk & Sam’s Grotto

Blurb

Jack’s Magical Beanstalk & Sam’s Quandary is the story of Jack and the Magical Beanstalk seen through Jack’s partner and lover’s eyes. The story began when Jack’s future love interest, Sam watched him flee from the evil giant Master with his bag of gold coins. When they met they were infatuated with each other. Through Jack’s escapades with Master, Sam eventually followed Jack down the magical beanstalk to live with Jack but the beanstalk had to be cut down. Subsequently, Sam was prevented from seeing his father and brothers. When Sam discovered his father’s illness, he conspired to plant a new magical beanstalk, having to do so secretly. Adam the farmhand had his suspicions and blackmailed Sam into a sexual fling to keep the secret.  Did Sam save his father from sickness? Did Jack follow his lover when the farm faces ruin? (This is a prelude to the third book in the Jack’s Magical Beanstalk Series)

 

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Excerpt- Jack’s Magical Beanstalk & the Jeweled Grotto

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  One more to go, Sam thought. He closed his eyes, dizziness had set in. He leaped forward, making a blind descent until he fell on the kitchen floor with a thud. His heart was beating fast and hard. He acknowledged his accomplishment while stifling his fear of height for the distance he had successfully descended, a feat he had only done once. That was with Jack on the first magical beanstalk.

But he was overwhelmed with the task, his fear of heights still churning his stomach. His head was spinning, and spinning, and spinning until he heard, “Ah, hum!” and the extremely loud tapping of a shoe in front of him, before the stove, Tap! Tap! And Tap!

Frightfully, Sam’s eyes opened wide, and he saw the likeness of a foot, and the scal of a giant he had never witnessed before. The tapping from a fluffy, turquoise slipper of gigantic dimension was deafening and no more than ten feet from Sam. His heart beat loud and rapidly in response to the impatient snap of the giant’s foot. Sam’s fear of heights had deafened Sam, preventing him from hearing the giant make his entrance into the kitchen.

The giant had obviously heard the crash of the spoon.

Sam’s eyes darted high above him. Fear overwhelmed him, observing a tall, mammoth man, whose long red hair was coiled in spools of curlers. Bright red lipstick anointed his large lips. He wore a long, draping purple and yellow floral caftan. Sam suspected he was man, but a giant of different identity than he had ever encountered before. He knew it must be a man by the black stubble of beard growing on his face.

With his right hand posed on his right hip, as he tapped his foot, the giant stood, anticipating Sam’s response. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself, you thief? Have you come to make a mess in my kitchen or did you plan on stealing my recipe for the Coronation Ball?”

“Uh…” Sam muttered, catching his breath. “No, I didn’t mean to steal anything, but some scraps of meat. I need for…”

“But you took it without asking and have made a mess of my stove.” The giant grabbed a cloth from the nearby counter to wipe the remnants of Sam’s spill on the stove top.

Sam saw his chance to escape. He snuck away in flash, away from the stove, under the giant’s two slippers, and through a crack in a doorway into a broom closet. Unaware of this giant’s speed, Sam deemed it might be too risky to escape through the kitchen door.

“You know what your Royal Duchess Luscious Lips Loretta does with weak wimpy humans your size?” The giant continued talking, unaware Sam had escaped, instantly. “She likes to serve your kind as hors’ d’oeuvres on skewers for my Queen Buxom Bosom Belinda. Or if there are several of you, you could be strung as shish-kabobs for the Royal Court’s Inauguration Ball. Tell me, are there any more of you here?” The giant looked back beneath the stove. “Where’d you go?” He scoured the floor, but could find no trace of Sam. He rushed to the doorway, looking out to the road beyond. There was no trace of the small human man. “I’ll get you, my pretty.” He stomped his feet loudly with a deafening Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hyperventilating and his heart beating rapidly, Sam peered through the crack in the doorway, studying the parameters of the kitchen and devising a plan to escape, like Jack would have done if he was at his side.

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Excerpt Prelude to Jack’s Magical Beanstalk & Sam’s Quandary

 

One afternoon, a month into spring, while Jack and Sam planted the prized bean seeds, Jack confronted Sam about his mood. “Hey, gorgeous, what’s happening with you? You don’t seem happy anymore. Have I ignored you? Done something to disappoint you?”

“No, Jack, I’ve been having these nightmares about my father. They’re probably nothing, but still I need answers I cannot find.” Sam wiped the perspiration from his bronze, glistening forehead.

“It’s because you have no way to go home. I know. I have tried to solve the problem myself. Over and over, I think of ways to make the beanstalks grow up in the sky and not flat on the ground, but there is no solution. I have secretly fed them extra fertilizer, hoping it would strengthen the stems. All it did was produce more beans. I’ve given the plants extra water, but that definitely did no good. The beanstalks rotted.”

“Is that what happened to that plot on the north parcel?” Sam looked into Jack’s eyes, his face expressing worry.

“Yeah.” Jack chuckled.

“Wasn’t that a waste of the prized seeds?”

“Probably, but…I wanted to find a way for you to go home. Maybe feeding the plants Pearly White’s milk might help?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. That would just be a waste of milk we need to sell at market.”

“I suppose you’re right. We’d be better off buying lumber to build supports for the beanstalks, giving them something to attach to and climb up into the sky. Maybe then they would grow above the clouds. And you could go back home and see your family.” Jack looked back at Sam, understanding his skepticism about this latest plan. “Yeah, you’re right about that, too. What we need is an extremely long beanpole. One that would reach the cobblestone road.”

Sam smiled, almost laughing.

“See, I’m making you feel a little better.” Jack leaned close to him and kissed him on his lips.

“I suppose that is why I followed you down here. You’re a dreamer. And always an adventurer.”

“And you are the practical lover I need to keep me balanced. You keep me from going over the edge of the earth looking for that next treasure. Let’s hurry up and finish planting these seeds, so we can go fool around in the hayloft for a while.”

“Do you think it is wise that we’re planting so many of the seeds from the magical beanstalk?” Sam’s experienced personality trait surfaced again. “We’ll have a huge amount of beans to harvest. Leaving a small amount of the prized seeds for next year’s crop and hardly any for the year after that.”

 

About the Author

 

Pablo Michaels disguised himself as a friendly heterosexual during his adolescence, fantasizing other males. Falling in love with another man his first year in college, he followed him to another university to maintain their platonic love, while he continued his in studies. When he had his first sexual encounter with another man at twenty-on, he exploded into gay life with lust and anger. He attempted to live his new life naturally, seeking love, ignoring the statistics of the books he had read on homosexuality in high school, and proving what he had read was wrong.

He wrote poetry and stories since third grade. As a gay man he writes gay genre fiction from a gay man’s perspective to help others understand the necessity for equal rights for LGBT people and comprehend that love between one man and another man is as natural as love between a man and a woman.






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