The Vampire Pill

Hey all. I am about half way through The Vampire Pill. I like the cover I made here. It's a sexy mouth, a beautiful tongue, and it has vampire fangs. Excellent. The girl in real life is very beautiful, too. During the making of this book, I needed a name for the main character. The woman on the front cover's name is Keeyli Alfaro, but let's not confuse the two. In this book, Keeyli Ortega is a bit different. In real life Keeyli is shorter, she has brown eyes, her nails aren't acrylic, her posture is different, her body is different, you know? Keeyli Ortega is this tall, thin legged and arm super model that could walk down the runway. The kind every female would want to slip a length to. Keeli Alfaro is different in that she is real in the sense that she has natural beauty. She is the kind of person who doesn't need the make up, the bikini's, the everything to make her up to have what one would consider beauty. She is natural, where Ortega is more of a Kim Kardashian without the slut record (not my words) and the foot-long eyelashes. It's like comparing Kim Kardashian to Kate Beckinsale. One is made up to look beautiful, the other one doesn't have to try. So, while the names of them are the same from the book and real life, the two are far apart. I don't want her friends to come club me in the night for making her out, in the book, to be anything that could harm her reputation in real life...

THE TWO KEEYLI'S ARE DIFFERENT!

Cool. Now that that is out of the way, let's look at the cover:

The fangs are obvious fake. I did them in a picture editing program. The rest is natural. I personally like this picture because it is dark, yet light, evil, yet good, and nasty as it talks about drugs and vampires, yet beautiful because there is a woman on the front who has great features, and you just wonder what she could be doing with this pill the title talk about. There are contrasts and similarities. It's much like that

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times" opening in A Tale of Two Cities.

Currently I am on page 110.

Am I allowed to say dick, penis, vagina, pussy, sperm, jizz, in books? There is a sex scene and it gets kind of detailed!

Spoiler Alert:
Is this alright? I haven't edited yet, but I am talking about in terms of..am I allowed to say "bad words"? Let me know what you think.


       

                                   “You really are real, aren’t you?” He asked, semi rhetorically, semi wanting to know the real answer. Was he crazy or was there something beyond the scope of almost every human being on the face of the Earth?

                                   He could tell that the game, for the day, was over. She didn’t need to perform anymore. Moving her head closer, Keeyli came up to within an inch of Michael’s face, staring deeply, intently into his eyes, her gaze not having any tricks this time as had been the obvious case when they were in the club. She was genuine and, out of the time they had spent together, she was not an open cupboard, ready to let someone take out what they wanted. What they needed.

                                   “You tell me,” she whispered and closed her eyes, tilting her head so that it came off of the pillow, her lips coming to press against Michael’s own lips. His head turned to hers but he did not repay the kiss, as cold as it was and as urging as his body was. As her pink, wet lips placed upon his, the kiss let out an echo that filled the room, though it was as soft as a feather falling to the floor. With her eyes still closed, Keeyli released his lips with hers, pulling a millimeter back though the tips of their senses still felt each other.

                                   She hung there for a second before Michael, for better or for worse, closed his own eyes and leaned forward, his lips joining with hers as his heart skipped a beat. Truth be told, if Keeyli had a working heart, it would have been skipping beats all along.

                                   Michael’s hand slip up Keeyli’s silky, pale leg, up her skirt, and grasped her ass as he grabbed hold of her, rolling over to where she lay now on her back, Michael on top. Looking down at her, he felt it deep in his core as her hand slid in a trail from the side of his abs to the strap of his undershirt, tugging gently as she, for the first genuine time, bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

                                   Grasping the bottom of his white undershirt, Michael rolled it over his body and then over his head. Biting her tongue, Keeyli’s hands instantly felt their way up his torso. In college he had been heavy into working out and, though not Arnold Schwarzenegger, he was very well defined, a decent six pack maxing itself known to all who looked at him. Her cold fingers rippled down the knobs of his six pack, her nails trailing just behind her fingers.

                                   With his shirt off, Michael lowered his head down to Keeyli’s, almost forcefully pressing his lips against hers as he smoothed himself out on top of her. Her head tilted as her left hand ran up his back to the back of his head, grasping his hair and pushing his head forward to create more push with his lips. Like two wrestlers, their tongues darted out of their mouths and met in the middle, fighting back and forth, twirling and lashing as the tongues fought for their territory, saliva mixing in the fray.

                                   With Michael situated on top of her, Keeyli’s free hand, her right hand, groped his ass for a second before she dug her thumb into the strap of his boxers, yanking them down to expose the full length of all he had to offer. Feeling her way around after the boxers had pulled down a good foot, she fingers a long shaft that, to her surprise, was a bit more than she expected. As their lips tangoed and their tongues wrestled, Keeyli’s fingers ran up the full length of Michael, finding its way to the top bulb and, with her thumb and index finger, massaging it as it pressed harder into her hand due to the push of his pelvis.

                                   Michael’s throat vibrated as he moaned eagerly into her mouth, their lips never detaching. The excitement made his member throb. Feeling him dispel precum all over the head of himself, Keeyli wrapped her hand around the purple knob, twirling her hand around to lube it up. Once she felt as though there was enough, she curled her fingers to match the exact size of him before sliding her hand down, the precum lubricating his length.

                                   He moaned once more into her mouth, though this one more intense than the last one. With ease, Keeyli’s hand began to slide, as though on a slip and slide, up and down the shaft she clutched, the wet sound of his precum all over her hand ringing in both of their ears. His dick flexed in her hand as she stroked it, controlling its every impulse. More precum rolled out of his head, soon caught up in the strokes of her cold hand.

                                   Unable to hold out any longer, Michael ran his hand down her side. Both of their eyes remained closed as their lips remained tightly locked. As his hand made it down her side, it crawled up her pink skirt, feeling around for any thong or panty that there was to pull down. To his surprise there was nothing. Had she planned to seduce him on this night?

                                   Bringing his hand around, he felt down the middle and, indeed, found that she was not wearing any sort of underwear. As it hand found the lips below her lips, Michael gently gripped her clit, stroking it gently between his thumb and index finger. Keeyli arched her back and, ripping her lips from his, moaned out, her hand clinching his penis as hard as anyone had ever squeezed it before, himself included.

 

Current Project: The Vampire Pill

I am very much enjoying writing this book! I am on page 70 as of today and, loving vampires, this book is extremely fun to write. It's not so much about emotion that I put in to it, but rather confusion. This poor guy named Michael is going around his city all confused after trying this new drug that has him living the life of a vampire even though he is human. He becomes addicted to it eventually, and that's where things get interesting. He must enter the world of vampirism to find out what fate has in store for him.

There are a few interesting parts in this book that I am really proud to have thought of. In the beginning of the book he wakes up with the back of his shirt torn open and claw marks, as though he had been mauled by a tiger, all over his back. It's painful for the whole day but at night every ounce of pain he had turned into sexual pleasure. Every touch of the wound sends orgasmic clinches up and down his body. Here's an excerpt from the book that I particularly enjoyed:


(This still might be revised in some parts, so this isn't the final copy. The scene is in a restroom in his office at night just after he woke up from a mini coma. He didn't know if he was all alone in the office or not. KEEP IN MIND THIS HAS NOT BEEN EDITED YET.)

1.       Shaking and zipping up, he approached the sink and, running the water, splashed a few handfuls on his face. His head was sticky and his body felt as though, and rightfully so, that it had been sweating all day. Again combing his hair with his hands, Michael turned the tap off and exited the restroom. With the door ajar and his head sticking out of the restroom he looked both ways, still a bit weary of the situation. He didn’t feel right, yet he felt absolutely right. It was as though he had won a million dollars and the cash was sitting in his pocket at that specific moment, the only thing keeping him from entering the world as a rich man being the physical will to walk out of the building.
         As his head was looking both ways down the hallway the bathroom door, not being air pressurized to close slowly, swatted into his back, right on the wounds that covered the battlefield. Immediately his eyes widened and his head shot up, his focus on the ceiling. There was no sound from him but rather just a state of frozen bliss. While the door rested against his back, another load of sperm ran down his leg. Rather than collapsing into a hysteric vision again, Michael stood there shaking in ecstasy.
         It took him a moment to recover from what had happened. Rather than moving out of the way of the door he slowly backed up into it. Every molecule that touched the cold wood sent pleasurable shivers down the muscles of his body like vibrations, waving from his head to his feet and back up again. His penis flexed inside of his pants, pressing against his boxers as it dispelled more of its fluids. Fisting his hands, Michael backed up into the door until it was between him and the wall, sandwiched. Much like having an itchy back, he shoved himself against the pointed frame and twisted both left and right. As he did so he let out a few moans of pleasure that reverberated and echoed down the hallway. Much like his leg, Michael could feel a rush of liquid covering and crawling down his back, and though he knew he was ripping the wounds of his torso open, there was absolutely no ounce of pain. It was all pleasure, and it confused the hell out of him.
         His back eventually stopped rubbing against the frame of the door and rather started sliding back and forth. It was quite noticeable as it wasn’t jerks to the left and right but rather slips that caused him to have to stick a foot out lest he fall onto the floor. Taking a chance, Michael gently lifted himself from the large wooden rectangle and sauntered over to the sink, once again turning to view the happenings of his back. Unlike when Bob had seen it where there were scratches all over, the skin of his back was just one large sheet of blood so thick that one could draw in it with their finger.
         With a hand that shook violently, he sent it flying towards the torn skin and, upon touching it, let out another gasp of pleasure. His eyes zoomed and loomed on the liquids that poured from the many slices and scars that showered behind him. His fingers slid as he tried to grip whatever there was to grip on to. Retracting his shaken hand, Michael slowly looked down at it as he brought it towards his face. The actions caused his bottom lip and jaw to shiver at different frequencies. He looked up into the mirror and, switching his gaze from his back to his face, saw a most frightening picture. The face that had followed him all throughout his life was sagging, as though it belonged to a smoker. Dark rings circled his eyes and his complexion was daftly pale white.
         Looking back down to the blood that swayed in his hand as though colored water, Michael took his time bringing his hand towards his mouth, desperate to not spill a single drop. His tongue slithered, like a snake, from between his lips and dipped into the small pool that centered his palm. The pink organ stained itself with red as his lips came closer and closer until his lips were pressing against the center of his hand, his fingers wrapped along his face, and slurping noises resounding from his mouth.
         Shuddering back to reality, Michael threw his hand from his face and erupted into a coughing fit. Blood sprayed from his mouth and onto the mirror and sink, running down and creating red streaks that were like paths, connecting with one another the lower they got. Turning, he bolted towards a stall, dropped to his knees, and praised the porcelain god as he gripped the seat, hurling all the acid in his stomach, the organ so desperate for more water.
         “Oh God…” Michael muttered as he lifted his head before thrusting it back into the bowl, his stomach tensing and his mouth gagging, though there was nothing more to come up.
         It took him three minutes to show even a glimpse of not gagging at every movement he made. His right hand was absolutely coated in blood, which also made it all over the toilet seat, the blood hardening the more it was exposed to air. Just the sight of it caused him to go through even more convulsions of gags and hurls. After 10 minutes of shaking, tears streaming from his eyes though he was not crying, and hurling, Michael slowly, steadily, but with chance, plastered a foot onto the ground, now being on one knee. Adjusting himself, he put his other foot on the ground and stood, a few blood drops falling from his body.
         In an almost limping fashion, Michael made it out of the stall and grabbed the bag that was on the floor. Reaching in, he pulled out a black shirt that seemed to not have any smudging on it from the dirty shirts he had already put inside earlier on in the day. The man grabbed a hold of the shirt on his body and ripped it off down the buttons, the hard, stringy circles popping off and onto the ground, rolling around and finally coming to a stop at some random point along the floor.
         Slipping the shirt off, Michael stuffed it back into the bag and slipped on the black shirt. He may still have been bleeding, but blood was hard to see on a completely black shirt. He regrettably exited the bathroom leaving it as though it looked like someone had been murdered in it, blood covering the door, the mirror, and one of the stall’s toilet seat and floor.
         As he walked down the hall towards the ceiling he swayed from left to right, and then from right to left, almost crashing into each wall as he did. Though his body operated as though he were drunk, the expression on his face was sly and confident, his body in another sort of a daze. He was himself, but not himself all at the same time. He was away of what was going on but nothing seemed to matter. He was ready to rob a bank, kill the security guards that had laughed at him, or fall asleep at home. It made no difference to him. He was indifferent.
         Michael tapped the elevator button and, leaning against the frame, gave the machine its time to come up to his level. The elevator, in both symbol of his attitude and the physics behind it, was below him. The doors pried open after the operation let off a DING, letting him know that the vertical ride had arrived. As the doors open he entered. Inside was a lady of the age of 50 who clung to her person, moving aside without a smile but a rather desperate look on her face as Michael entered the car. Through the whole ride down he crossed his arms, leaned against the wall of the elevator, and stared at her as she tried to refrain from staring at him. The instant the machine touched ground the woman took off at a rather fast walking pace towards the security guards, both of them standing at the door motionless as though statues provided to watch over the entrance.
         As the woman exited the elevator Michael’s head lowered. Shaking it a bit, he regained a bit of his senses and staggered out of the cart just as the doors began closing. He drunkenly swayed from left to right as he trudged for the door. The Guards eyed him peculiarly as they opened for him, letting him out into the open world.

Book 6: Areoth

This book was extremely fun to write. It starts off with Captain Ki and his crew being forced into deep space with their temperature below zero as their ship is basically a large rock literally falling through space. I had a lot of emotion int his book and I actually teared up a few times writing the ending. Perhaps I am just a little girl, who knows! That would explain the long hair! :-P

This book, as of June 21st, is only available on Kindle so far as I am having some financial problems getting it published with Createspace. Moving to a different state takes a lot of money! I do have a 5 star rating already on it, so that is a good sign!

I will upload the link when the softcover comes out!

Kindle:  http://www.amazon.com/Areoth-ebook/dp/B0055I1254/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1308708739&sr=8-1

Book 5: The Surgeon With Glasses

This book I actually did for the last project of my high school career, but I had been working on it before starting the project. I was always bullied as a child, and I would have always loved to have taken bullies apart piece by piece. Well, that is what Jeremy gets to do to his two bullies, Sid and Jeff. I have had many people tell me, those who read it, that their knees were weak and some of the images posted in this book.

How exciting! :P

Softcover: http://www.amazon.com/Surgeon-Glasses-John-McAdam/dp/1456320742/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1308707834&sr=1-1

Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/The-Surgeon-With-Glasses-ebook/dp/B004Y64RNC/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&qid=1308707834&sr=1-1

Book 4: Confucius Say

Can you believe that I am the first person in over 50 years to write a Confucius Say book? Isn't that ridiculous?! I love making people laugh, so when I saw that no one had made any of these, I was shocked! There are so many jokes out there about him!

Some of my favorites:


Confucius Say:
If at first you don't succeed,
Skydiving is not for you.

Confucius Say:
When tempted to fight fire with fire,
Remember, the fire department uses water.

Confucius Say:
Baseball wrong!
Man with four balls cannot walk!

There are many more hilarious ones! Over 600!

Softcover: http://www.amazon.com/Confucius-Say-Comical-Favorite-Philosopher/dp/146110761X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1308707503&sr=8-1

Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Confucius-Say-Favorite-Philosopher-ebook/dp/B004XNVYIM/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&qid=1308707503&sr=8-1

Book #3: Am I Mad or Coherent?

This is the third book in my quest for 200 books. While it is a very short book, some 74 pages, I consider it a book. If A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada can sell his 56 page Beyond Birth and Death and make millions of bucks, hell, I think I should be entitled to write a 74 page book. 


The book is some thought I have on my vision of spirituality. If one really is spiritual, is it right to kill bugs? I think not. My house, when I lived in Houston, was filled with roaches. I had to bat them off of the toilet when I needed to go! I would have to turn lights on at night and then wait for the roaches to scatter. It took about 10 minutes! Still, I prayed for every roach I accidentally killed. I never killed on purpose. It is this philosophy that I talk about, and more, in this pamphlet of a book. 


You can get the book in paperback format here: http://www.amazon.com/Am-Mad-Coherent-John-McAdam/dp/145363021X/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1308706858&sr=1-1


or Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Am-I-Mad-Coherent-ebook/dp/B004PVSPN4/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&qid=1308706858&sr=1-1

Book #2: Were Ancient Gods From Other Planets?

This was a book that took me a while to write. It is a common notion among authors that the more into your story you are, the faster you type, and the more typos you make. When I first wrote this book my English as far as writing went was horrible. Anyone who read the short story from my first book Works From a Simple Mind would know that my English was poor. For this book I was inexperienced with writing a full-fledged book, having only written poems. It was a big challenge to write 338 about two certain topics that were heavy on my mind.

Currently I am, as of June 21st, 2007, raising up enough money to republish the book with edits that it needs, grammer wise. The book is still very readable, but to me, when I tried reading it, I saw too many "lets" when it was supposed to be "let's", and little things like that really irked me when reediting it.

The two subjects are ones that I am currently devoting my life to, as well as being an author.

1) Were Ancient Gods from Other Planets? Is there enough evidence to support the theory that ancient man was really influenced by ancient extraterrestrials visiting our planet? In a universe that's 14+ billion years old, we have supposedly only been sentient for 10,000 of that as humans. With this, look how far we've come, and don't forget that 3/4ths of that time we were not dealing with science but rather religion which kept science at a halt. Could our ancestors have been influenced by ancient aliens?

2) If this IS true, and Elohim, Yahweh, Allah, Krishna, Jesus, and the rest were ancient aliens, where does this leave religion? My belief in ancient aliens parallels my deep belief in the afterlife, God, and reincarnation. Is there evidence to support such a thing? I believe there is.

You can get the book in softcover from here: http://www.amazon.com/Were-Ancient-Gods-Other-Planets/dp/1452894655/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1308706055&sr=1-1

Or Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Were-Ancient-Other-Planets-ebook/dp/B003SNJVLK/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1308706055&sr=1-2

Book #1: Works From a Simple Mind

Here is the first book I ever published, my poem book!

An excerpt:

Rush
By: John McAdam

Waterfalls upon the bed
Blankets crumbling in the waves
Eyes red, listless
Shaking
Paranoia setting in
Hands trembling
Brain lurching like a squirming toad
An ocean of sweat on the bed
Blood Pumping
Heart racing
Ready for it the next night
Trauma of my father's abuse...
I fight him all night long.

This book is only available in softcover book form: http://www.amazon.com/Works-Simple-Mind-John-McAdam/dp/1615827706/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1308705829&sr=8-7

The 200 Book Challenge Introduction

Howdy. My name is John McAdam. Who am I? Just some random kid from the block. I usually never liked to read books as a child, but I always loved collecting them, which was always a paradox even in my eyes. I used to go down to a used bookstore and pull out 50 books and buy them for 100 bucks, and that was what I considered fun. I never liked reading them, but as far as writing them I always had an urge to. At the age of 12 I asked my dad if he would help me publish one if I wrote one. by that time I had already about 100 pages worth of stories I had started on works but had never gotten around to finishing one, until the day I realized that in the time of writing I had accumulated 100 or so poems. What did I do? I sent them off to Publishamerica, the notoriously bad publishing company, and published my first of soon to be many books. The book's name was Works From a Simple Mind, and it was published December 7, 2009.


Since that day, I have published 5 other books. The titles include Were Ancient Gods From Other Planets?, Am I Mad or Coherent?, Confucius Say, The Surgeon With Glasses, and Areoth. I am currently working on a book called The Vampire Pill.

So what is The 200 Book Challenge? I have vowed that, come age 40, I will have published over 200 books and will be a prolific author. I implore you to come along with me on this journey. It is going to be a long, hard, grueling one. I am on book 7 right now and and things are tough. It requires me to write 10 pages a day, every day, 365 days a week. I haven’t followed this schedule too well hence why I only have 7 books, but now that I am 21 and am heading into the world of work, I would rather be an author than, say, a burger flipper or a lawyer. It’s just not my line of work. I respect burger flippers and lawyers equally because they all keep the world going round. Every single job on this earth keeps things rolling and sustaining for life to exist as we know it, and I feel it is my part to become an author.

I invite you, once again, to join me on this journey. I am following in the great footsteps of one of my favorite writers, Isaac Asimov. He had 500+ books to his name when he died. Hopefully I can get at least half that. Every week I will post a blog on my progress, and I shall be sure to make it in depth. Can you keep up?…for 20 years!