E.
Llewellyn, Author
Llewellyn, Author
Author Bio
E. LLEWELLYN is an
essayist, poet, and writer of literary criticism and fiction. She is the author
of the epic multi-volume Hollywood-based rock ‘n roll series, SUICIDE
RIDE, comprised thus far of The Platinum Man and The
Fix. The third volume, The Hit, is coming soon. Further
additions to the series will follow in 2016 and beyond.
Affectionately known to her fans as “Elle,” her next project will be a
nonfiction memoir entitled I Don’t Know My Name: The True Story of L Todd
Pittman and Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease, dedicated to her late, beloved
husband, a successful international business executive who succumbed on March
19, 2015 at the age of fifty-five to CJD, Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease. Elle
wishes to express her undying gratitude to the world-renowned experts at the
National Prion Clinic in London, England (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Prion_Clinic_%28UK%29);
the National CJD Research and Surveillance Unit in Edinburgh, Scotland (http://www.cjd.ed.ac.uk/); and the
incredible caregivers at the Phyllis Tuckwell Hospice (http://www.pth.org.uk/) in Farnham, Surrey,
who nursed both Todd and Elle through his last days with saintly empathy and
compassion.
essayist, poet, and writer of literary criticism and fiction. She is the author
of the epic multi-volume Hollywood-based rock ‘n roll series, SUICIDE
RIDE, comprised thus far of The Platinum Man and The
Fix. The third volume, The Hit, is coming soon. Further
additions to the series will follow in 2016 and beyond.
Affectionately known to her fans as “Elle,” her next project will be a
nonfiction memoir entitled I Don’t Know My Name: The True Story of L Todd
Pittman and Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease, dedicated to her late, beloved
husband, a successful international business executive who succumbed on March
19, 2015 at the age of fifty-five to CJD, Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease. Elle
wishes to express her undying gratitude to the world-renowned experts at the
National Prion Clinic in London, England (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Prion_Clinic_%28UK%29);
the National CJD Research and Surveillance Unit in Edinburgh, Scotland (http://www.cjd.ed.ac.uk/); and the
incredible caregivers at the Phyllis Tuckwell Hospice (http://www.pth.org.uk/) in Farnham, Surrey,
who nursed both Todd and Elle through his last days with saintly empathy and
compassion.
Like AIDS before it, CJD is
a little-known but devastating fatal illness for which no treatment is
currently available, only palliative care. Classified as a type of
transmissible spongiform encephalopathy (https://www.merckmanuals.com/home/brain-spinal-cord-and-nerve-disorders/prion-diseases/overview-of-prion-diseases),
it is essentially an accelerated form of early-onset dementia that too often
claims its victims within mere weeks of diagnosis.
a little-known but devastating fatal illness for which no treatment is
currently available, only palliative care. Classified as a type of
transmissible spongiform encephalopathy (https://www.merckmanuals.com/home/brain-spinal-cord-and-nerve-disorders/prion-diseases/overview-of-prion-diseases),
it is essentially an accelerated form of early-onset dementia that too often
claims its victims within mere weeks of diagnosis.
While working in Berlin,
Germany, on January 7, 2015, Todd experienced a brief episode of short-term
memory loss, initially misdiagnosed as “harmless” Transient Global Amnesia. On
February 20th, his condition deteriorated so rapidly within a single
day, he had to be abruptly hospitalized on an emergency basis. Yet the
diagnosis of CJD was not officially confirmed by the aforementioned experts
until March the 6th. By the 19th of the month, being
unable to eat, drink, speak, or move, Todd passed peacefully to paradise while
cradled in his wife’s arms. Nicknamed “Smiley” as a child, he died with a
radiant, beatific, teeth-baring grin on his blissful face. As Elle often
remarks, “He came in smiling, and went out smiling.”
Germany, on January 7, 2015, Todd experienced a brief episode of short-term
memory loss, initially misdiagnosed as “harmless” Transient Global Amnesia. On
February 20th, his condition deteriorated so rapidly within a single
day, he had to be abruptly hospitalized on an emergency basis. Yet the
diagnosis of CJD was not officially confirmed by the aforementioned experts
until March the 6th. By the 19th of the month, being
unable to eat, drink, speak, or move, Todd passed peacefully to paradise while
cradled in his wife’s arms. Nicknamed “Smiley” as a child, he died with a
radiant, beatific, teeth-baring grin on his blissful face. As Elle often
remarks, “He came in smiling, and went out smiling.”
I Don’t Know My Name:
The True Story of L Todd Pittman and Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease will tell his extraordinary tale, chronicle his amazing
achievements, and educate the general public about this most horrendous of
dementias. His loving wife hopes the book will make CJD the AIDS of our era and
encourage charitable contributions to fund the research desperately needed to
develop life-prolonging treatments and eventually uncover a cure. Until that
blessed day, she aspires to comfort and support the families of other victims
of this illness, who can do little but watch in helpless horror as their
stricken loved ones lose first their memories, then their capacities to speak,
move, and even swallow—invariably within weeks or sometimes days. Unlike
Alzheimer’s patients, they do not long linger with us for us to nurture and
cherish throughout their slow, pitiful decline. Tragically, they die rapidly
but torturously of starvation and dehydration, plunging those they leave behind
into a deep state of inconsolable grief and debilitating shock.
The True Story of L Todd Pittman and Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease will tell his extraordinary tale, chronicle his amazing
achievements, and educate the general public about this most horrendous of
dementias. His loving wife hopes the book will make CJD the AIDS of our era and
encourage charitable contributions to fund the research desperately needed to
develop life-prolonging treatments and eventually uncover a cure. Until that
blessed day, she aspires to comfort and support the families of other victims
of this illness, who can do little but watch in helpless horror as their
stricken loved ones lose first their memories, then their capacities to speak,
move, and even swallow—invariably within weeks or sometimes days. Unlike
Alzheimer’s patients, they do not long linger with us for us to nurture and
cherish throughout their slow, pitiful decline. Tragically, they die rapidly
but torturously of starvation and dehydration, plunging those they leave behind
into a deep state of inconsolable grief and debilitating shock.
Although the odds of
contracting CJD are roughly 1 per 1 million, when it does strike, it’s a
California wildfire: it razes everything and everyone in its path. Todd truly was
one in a million.
contracting CJD are roughly 1 per 1 million, when it does strike, it’s a
California wildfire: it razes everything and everyone in its path. Todd truly was
one in a million.
For more information, please
visit the Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease Foundation webpage @ http://www.cjdfoundation.org/.
visit the Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease Foundation webpage @ http://www.cjdfoundation.org/.
The
Suicide Ride Series
Suicide Ride Series
Blurb
The road to Hell is paved
with PLATINUM …
And Norman Dimond is dying to Ride.
“You, my big beautiful butch boy, are
a platinum man, to the core.”
with PLATINUM …
And Norman Dimond is dying to Ride.
“You, my big beautiful butch boy, are
a platinum man, to the core.”
~ Norman Dimond
An older man with no future and nothing to live for …
A younger man with a past and a death wish …
Two lives about to collide in a SUICIDE
RIDE.
Norman Dimond is used to
getting his way—with men and women. A charismatically sexy semi-retired music
mogul, he’s got time on his hands. And what hands they are! Hands that know how
to tease, please, and drive a lover to his knees.
Then comes Gellis—Johnny, to be exact: the most beautiful man Norman Dimond has
ever laid eyes on. From head to toe, this big bad boy measures midway between
six feet and seven—and every last delectable inch is Daddy Dimond’s dream of
heaven. Never mind his tired, sore eyes: all he wants to do is lay his huge,
rock-hard hands on this fantasy-man’s hot-rod bod. But ...
Johnny “Cock Rock” Gellis is straight—adamantly so. And this beaut of a brute
takes orders from no man. What’s a desperate, hard-up, lovesick Daddy to do?
Who’s your Daddy now?
Find out in the raw, gritty, intense M/M rock ‘n roll series SUICIDE
RIDE. Download the first two books, The Platinum Man and The Fix,
before the third book, The Hit, launches later in 2016.
Get your horny hands on it—NOW! Daddy won’t take no for an answer.
Praise for SUICIDE RIDE
“What is someone supposed to say when they’ve read the best of a genre? Somehow
‘OMG! I LOVED IT!’ feels paltry and weak in comparison to how rich the experience
was for me as a reader … SUICIDE RIDE
is fiction unleashed. It is lyrical madness. This? This is not a book. This is
literature.” ~ Shandra Torbett, Reviewer, This Redhead LOVES Books
“PHENOMENAL! LIKE NOTHING I’VE EVER READ: GRITTY, RAW, CRUDE, CRASS, AND IN
YOUR FACE.” ~ Robyn Roze, author of HellKat
“E. Llewellyn is a literary force to be reckoned with
in this astonishing debut as a novelist. She does for Gay Literature what
Kubrick did for cinema—redefines and elevates,
and constantly undercuts your expectations of the genre, making believers out
of blowhards. Unfettered, unflinching, bristling with emotion, she rocks your
world. Turning the concept of the Bildungsroman on its head, this literary tour
de force explores the nether regions of characters who live on the edge. These
are the people your parents used to warn you about.” ~
Mark Peter Krasselt, author of Kubrick: Lessons of a Sentient
“E. Llewellyn does not want her thoughts and ideas to insinuate and suggest;
she wants them to strike and batter our hearts … A soul alive cries here. Art
can offer us nothing more passionate and spiritual than [the work] of E.
Llewellyn. She knows how to ‘break, blow, burn’ us. She knows how to break and
move our hearts and minds with sheer love and hate.” ~ Ricardo Mena, author of Ver,
Begin
An older man with no future and nothing to live for …
A younger man with a past and a death wish …
Two lives about to collide in a SUICIDE
RIDE.
Norman Dimond is used to
getting his way—with men and women. A charismatically sexy semi-retired music
mogul, he’s got time on his hands. And what hands they are! Hands that know how
to tease, please, and drive a lover to his knees.
Then comes Gellis—Johnny, to be exact: the most beautiful man Norman Dimond has
ever laid eyes on. From head to toe, this big bad boy measures midway between
six feet and seven—and every last delectable inch is Daddy Dimond’s dream of
heaven. Never mind his tired, sore eyes: all he wants to do is lay his huge,
rock-hard hands on this fantasy-man’s hot-rod bod. But ...
Johnny “Cock Rock” Gellis is straight—adamantly so. And this beaut of a brute
takes orders from no man. What’s a desperate, hard-up, lovesick Daddy to do?
Who’s your Daddy now?
Find out in the raw, gritty, intense M/M rock ‘n roll series SUICIDE
RIDE. Download the first two books, The Platinum Man and The Fix,
before the third book, The Hit, launches later in 2016.
Get your horny hands on it—NOW! Daddy won’t take no for an answer.
Praise for SUICIDE RIDE
“What is someone supposed to say when they’ve read the best of a genre? Somehow
‘OMG! I LOVED IT!’ feels paltry and weak in comparison to how rich the experience
was for me as a reader … SUICIDE RIDE
is fiction unleashed. It is lyrical madness. This? This is not a book. This is
literature.” ~ Shandra Torbett, Reviewer, This Redhead LOVES Books
“PHENOMENAL! LIKE NOTHING I’VE EVER READ: GRITTY, RAW, CRUDE, CRASS, AND IN
YOUR FACE.” ~ Robyn Roze, author of HellKat
“E. Llewellyn is a literary force to be reckoned with
in this astonishing debut as a novelist. She does for Gay Literature what
Kubrick did for cinema—redefines and elevates,
and constantly undercuts your expectations of the genre, making believers out
of blowhards. Unfettered, unflinching, bristling with emotion, she rocks your
world. Turning the concept of the Bildungsroman on its head, this literary tour
de force explores the nether regions of characters who live on the edge. These
are the people your parents used to warn you about.” ~
Mark Peter Krasselt, author of Kubrick: Lessons of a Sentient
“E. Llewellyn does not want her thoughts and ideas to insinuate and suggest;
she wants them to strike and batter our hearts … A soul alive cries here. Art
can offer us nothing more passionate and spiritual than [the work] of E.
Llewellyn. She knows how to ‘break, blow, burn’ us. She knows how to break and
move our hearts and minds with sheer love and hate.” ~ Ricardo Mena, author of Ver,
Begin
“Some
debut novels are hard-hitting, balls-to-the-wall, no-holds-barred brilliance in
action only for their successors to fall flat on their faces because how does
anyone top what has already come before? If the author has already thrown it
all out there, what else is there to give?
debut novels are hard-hitting, balls-to-the-wall, no-holds-barred brilliance in
action only for their successors to fall flat on their faces because how does
anyone top what has already come before? If the author has already thrown it
all out there, what else is there to give?
There
was this hesitance in me to read SUICIDE
RIDE: The Fix because all I could think was: there is no way this will be
as good as the first one, SUICIDE RIDE: The
Platinum Man.
was this hesitance in me to read SUICIDE
RIDE: The Fix because all I could think was: there is no way this will be
as good as the first one, SUICIDE RIDE: The
Platinum Man.
I was
wrong.
wrong.
E.
Llewellyn is one of those writers who can decimate all barriers of language to
expose a rich, seedy underlayer of literature no one else has dared to tackle.
She’s fearless. She’s fierce. Her work is a manic masterpiece of lush
descriptions, rich, haunting characterizations where those who are depicted
don’t have to be the good guys all the time! We, the readers, are allowed to
see these characters have flaws! They are not simple ‘nice guys’ or ‘alphas’
who tell their ‘boys’ to get in line. They are men! Tough, rough, sexual,
sensual men who don’t fit into the standard molds because this author doesn’t
feel the need to pigeonhole her characters into generic boxes to satisfy a
generic audience.
Llewellyn is one of those writers who can decimate all barriers of language to
expose a rich, seedy underlayer of literature no one else has dared to tackle.
She’s fearless. She’s fierce. Her work is a manic masterpiece of lush
descriptions, rich, haunting characterizations where those who are depicted
don’t have to be the good guys all the time! We, the readers, are allowed to
see these characters have flaws! They are not simple ‘nice guys’ or ‘alphas’
who tell their ‘boys’ to get in line. They are men! Tough, rough, sexual,
sensual men who don’t fit into the standard molds because this author doesn’t
feel the need to pigeonhole her characters into generic boxes to satisfy a
generic audience.
When
I read these books, I don’t feel as if the author is pandering to a reader base
to sell more copies; I feel as if I am
strapped into the ride right beside her as we scream together, neither of us
knowing if we’re going to live or die until it’s all over.
I read these books, I don’t feel as if the author is pandering to a reader base
to sell more copies; I feel as if I am
strapped into the ride right beside her as we scream together, neither of us
knowing if we’re going to live or die until it’s all over.
This
series isn’t a book series for me. It’s an experience. It’s a breath-taking,
eye-opening, thrilling experience which I feel unimaginably grateful to be able
to take with the author and her cast of characters, which only gets more
enticing as the series goes on.” ~ Shandra Torbett, Reviewer, This Redhead LOVES Books
series isn’t a book series for me. It’s an experience. It’s a breath-taking,
eye-opening, thrilling experience which I feel unimaginably grateful to be able
to take with the author and her cast of characters, which only gets more
enticing as the series goes on.” ~ Shandra Torbett, Reviewer, This Redhead LOVES Books
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~ From SUICIDE RIDE: The Fix ~
“The door to their bedroom was open.
From the hallway, he watched Johnny tossing the few clothes he had come here
with—mostly blue jeans, tee-shirts, polo shirts, and button-downs—into his old
leather suitcase, flung open on the mattress. Still naked, he strutted back and
forth between the closet and bed, completely uninhibited with his marvelous
body. Indeed, he had no reason to be self-conscious. He had no visible imperfections
to be ashamed of, no folds or love handles to hide. His flaws—his wounds, his
scars—were all of a more secreted nature. This knowledge nearly ate Norman’s
heart out. All he had ever wanted to do was salve this beautiful boy’s hurt,
running places with his tongue. Now it looked like he was never going to get
inside Johnny Gellis again.”
From the hallway, he watched Johnny tossing the few clothes he had come here
with—mostly blue jeans, tee-shirts, polo shirts, and button-downs—into his old
leather suitcase, flung open on the mattress. Still naked, he strutted back and
forth between the closet and bed, completely uninhibited with his marvelous
body. Indeed, he had no reason to be self-conscious. He had no visible imperfections
to be ashamed of, no folds or love handles to hide. His flaws—his wounds, his
scars—were all of a more secreted nature. This knowledge nearly ate Norman’s
heart out. All he had ever wanted to do was salve this beautiful boy’s hurt,
running places with his tongue. Now it looked like he was never going to get
inside Johnny Gellis again.”
Will Johnny let Norman in? Find out in
Book 3 of the #SuicideRide series, The Hit, coming in 2016. Get
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Praise for SUICIDE RIDE
“What is someone supposed to say when
they’ve read the best of a genre? Somehow ‘OMG! I LOVED IT!’ feels paltry and
weak in comparison to how rich the experience was for me as a reader ... SUICIDE
RIDE is fiction unleashed. It is lyrical madness. This? This is not a book.
This is literature.” ~ Shandra Torbett, Reviewer, This Redhead LOVES Books
they’ve read the best of a genre? Somehow ‘OMG! I LOVED IT!’ feels paltry and
weak in comparison to how rich the experience was for me as a reader ... SUICIDE
RIDE is fiction unleashed. It is lyrical madness. This? This is not a book.
This is literature.” ~ Shandra Torbett, Reviewer, This Redhead LOVES Books
“PHENOMENAL! Like nothing I’ve ever
read: gritty, raw, crude, crass, and in your face.” ~ Robyn Roze, author of HellKat
read: gritty, raw, crude, crass, and in your face.” ~ Robyn Roze, author of HellKat
“E. Llewellyn is the Quentin Tarantino
of gay literary erotica: yet her fiction is anything but pulp.” ~ Todd
Lawrence, Reviewer
of gay literary erotica: yet her fiction is anything but pulp.” ~ Todd
Lawrence, Reviewer
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~ EXCERPT ~
Crawling back over him into bed, he
cuddled up again. “What’s the C stand for—Cock?”
cuddled up again. “What’s the C stand for—Cock?”
Johnny was too spent to joke.
“Caillen.”
“Caillen.”
Norman repeated the name. “I like
that,” he purled, worshiping in the gilded tabernacle of his ear. “Johnathan
Caillen Gellis. That’s pretty and rare, like its namesake.”
that,” he purled, worshiping in the gilded tabernacle of his ear. “Johnathan
Caillen Gellis. That’s pretty and rare, like its namesake.”
Johnathan Caillen Gellis brushed the
hair out of his eyes. Norman David Dimond helped him by stroking it. “What are
the pills for? Are they tranqs?”
hair out of his eyes. Norman David Dimond helped him by stroking it. “What are
the pills for? Are they tranqs?”
He pecked his wooden head.
“Benzodiazepines. Downers. Like Valium.”
“Benzodiazepines. Downers. Like Valium.”
“Valium I know. What are you taking ‘em
for? Or do I need to ask?”
for? Or do I need to ask?”
This son of a doctor wiped under his
dry eye. “Isn’t it obvious?”
dry eye. “Isn’t it obvious?”
His sigh trilled. “I’m fucked up,
Norman. I mean it. You don’t wanna get too close. I’m bad news.”
Norman. I mean it. You don’t wanna get too close. I’m bad news.”
That, Norman would not hear. “Too late
now, baby—I’m hooked. From now on, I’m on this ass like white on rice. Yes,
sir!”
now, baby—I’m hooked. From now on, I’m on this ass like white on rice. Yes,
sir!”
Once more, he cupped his butt cheek.
“I’m sticking to this, baby. I’m sticking so close you’re gonna think I’m your
goddamned five-o’clock shadow. No way I’m letting go of this sweet ass—and I’m
damn sure not about to let anybody else grab hold.”
“I’m sticking to this, baby. I’m sticking so close you’re gonna think I’m your
goddamned five-o’clock shadow. No way I’m letting go of this sweet ass—and I’m
damn sure not about to let anybody else grab hold.”
Rolling him over, he stared into his
swamp-black eyes, his own sky-blue ones kindling.
swamp-black eyes, his own sky-blue ones kindling.
“You got a problem? We’ll fix it.
That’s what I am: I’m your Mr. Fix-It, I’m your Daddy. You need a doctor? We’ll
get you a doctor. Your real daddy can go to Hell, for all I care. Whatever you
need, I got—and if I don’t, by God, I’ll fucking move heaven and earth to get
it—you can count on that.”
That’s what I am: I’m your Mr. Fix-It, I’m your Daddy. You need a doctor? We’ll
get you a doctor. Your real daddy can go to Hell, for all I care. Whatever you
need, I got—and if I don’t, by God, I’ll fucking move heaven and earth to get
it—you can count on that.”
This time he grabbed his basket.
“Anything to keep this giant junk in my bed.”
“Anything to keep this giant junk in my bed.”
~ © E. Llewellyn, from SUICIDE RIDE:
The Platinum Man, Second Edition, 2014
The Platinum Man, Second Edition, 2014
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Praise for SUICIDE RIDE
“I was enthralled with Elizabeth
Llewellyn’s first offering, SUICIDE RIDE: The Platinum Man. I didn’t
think it could get any better. I was wrong. From the beginning of SUICIDE
RIDE: The Fix, the reader is treated to the emotional turmoil of a man who
knows what he wants and knows he can’t have it—at that moment anyway. We’re
allowed inside Norman Dimond’s head, and what a head it is. Norman’s desire
short circuits his common sense at every turn, and we see the beautiful
culmination and subsequent ruination it creates through the eyes of a superb
storyteller. I can smell their sweat, hear their groans, and feel their
frustration with the turn of every page.”
Llewellyn’s first offering, SUICIDE RIDE: The Platinum Man. I didn’t
think it could get any better. I was wrong. From the beginning of SUICIDE
RIDE: The Fix, the reader is treated to the emotional turmoil of a man who
knows what he wants and knows he can’t have it—at that moment anyway. We’re
allowed inside Norman Dimond’s head, and what a head it is. Norman’s desire
short circuits his common sense at every turn, and we see the beautiful
culmination and subsequent ruination it creates through the eyes of a superb
storyteller. I can smell their sweat, hear their groans, and feel their
frustration with the turn of every page.”
~ Deanndra Hall, author of the Love
Under Construction series
Under Construction series
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