A. L. Doss

It's been a busy summer, but I think I'll be solidly behind the keyboard for a while so hopefully we'll see these WIPs make some actual progress!!! So many great things coming, some haven't even landed here yet as a WIP. My first priority is to finish editing Otavio's Book and Broken Vows. There's been a few content changes to accommodate other books coming in the series but mostly I'm polishing the text. I need to get those launched on Amazon, my seven fans are aching for the next installment (hey at least all my reviews are real, I haven't paid for a single one - 4.7 stars overall!). After that though, back to WIPs.

Which are you most excited for? Anyone? No answer...Crickets? That's alright I'll keep writing anyway! I think I am most excited to get back to the Disappearing series, but a few of the others are tickling my mind as well...Nick and Tori for sure wants attention, as well as the completely unrelated Heartbreak and Healing...Then of course Chase with his own book, and the Manor House spin off series...Xavier's really wants to be written (ya know...because he's a certifiable psychopath, of course he wants the world to know his superiority)...and a few people Xavier's stepped on along the way want their story told...so much to write so little time...darn day job!

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I've been all over the place lately. I've been editing Books 2 and 3 to ready for publishing on Amazon and writing snippets of this and that that come to me along the way (as my subscribers have been teased with). It was editing Book 2 a new character revealed himself to me. Here are the edits to book 2 (not yet published here), as well as a blurb about Xavier...

Here are the revisions to Chapter 5 Book 2:
Stepping through the doors at Manor House was like stepping into a high-class boutique hotel. This establishment served the upper echelon of society and was designed to reflect their lavish tastes. The lobby was sophisticated but plush, and all corridors were locked, only the receptionist could grant access. If an unsuspecting tourist came in looking for a hotel room they’d be turned away with no vacancy, none the wiser.

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Sir,” the receptionist behind the desk addressed me, bowing her head in respect.

"Cara available?”



After punching around on the keyboard for several minutes she said, “She’ll meet you in room ten.” She pushed a button under the desk that opened the door to the back corridors.



Employment at Manor House was voluntary and we had an endless supply of applicants. Positions were competitive and did not open often. The whores established their own rules and boundaries but were compensated based on what they were willing to do. Cara, being the only one into punishment, was one of our highest paid whores. She cleared six figures several times over per year.



“Boss,” a deep male voice interrupted as I walked the corridor to room ten. I turned to face the man dressed impeccably in a custom tailored Armani suit and Hermes loafers. “I don’t mean to interrupt your evening, and I know you’ve had your hands full, but Senator Mortman’s wife has been particularly loose lipped lately. We need to catch up.”



“Xavier, I appreciate the reminder, I’ll have Mick set something up for next week.”



“Sir,” he acknowledged with a bow of his head.



Cara wasn’t the highest paid whore; there were two that cleared several million per year. Xavier and Stefan were bi-sexual male prostitutes that looked like they belonged on the cover of fashion magazines. Those two were among the highest grossing employees in my entire empire.

Xavier had an advanced degree in political science from Yale, Stefan an MBA, both could easily carry on conversations with the wealthy businessmen, women, and politicians that sought their services. They were also paid for the information they fed back to me, a double win. People let their guard down when they were intimate; a loose lipped senator, or his wife, were the best sources of insider information and of course blackmail. Most had no idea where the information was leaked from.

Here is the blurb from Xavier's book:

Manor House: Xavier



I grew up in a traditional middle-class family in what could’ve been any small town in Indiana. My father, mother, two brothers, and I ate dinner together as a family every night. I was a football captain, and a straight ‘A’ student who attended church on Sunday. Growing up, my aspiration was to be President of the United States. At age sixteen, eighteen, hell even twenty-two if anyone had told me I’d be the highest grossing male prostitute working for the Porcelli Mafia, I’d have laughed in your face and spouted my self-righteous bullshit, but things change.



The darker side of my personality, the one no one ever saw, craved control. I thrived on it. Control sustained my very being. It was an unhealthy obsession, probably a legit mental illness if anyone knew. But I’d also learned at an early age to mask it. I wanted to be President because I wanted to control everything. I wanted to own everything. I wanted to own everyone.

The people in my life were there to do my bidding, to be used as I saw fit.

As the golden boy of small-town America, I controlled the high school growing up. I decided who was popular and who was out. Those who crossed me lived a life of hell and I never had to lift a finger. I controlled it all from behind the scenes – keeping my reputation spotless of course. Manipulation came naturally to me. I recognized feelings and emotions in others even if I didn’t experience them. I could use my knowledge of others to my advantage, and it never occurred to me that maybe I shouldn’t.



In college, my piece of the pie was much smaller. Still within my dorm and the school of political science, I controlled everyone. There were a few unfortunate beings that thought they could compete with me for top honors that were now flipping burgers somewhere. Despite being my doing, I again didn’t lift a finger. I was truly gifted.



It was when I began interning and started to really pay attention to the government I learned the truth: The President, Governors, Senators, Congressmen, hell all elected representatives were figureheads, they had no control. No, it was the powerhouses behind the scenes that had control. That wouldn’t do, I wanted to be someone that pulled the strings not the one being manipulated.

Unfortunately for me, it was nepotism at its finest. The control belonged to families that had been there from the start of the country, wealthy families that controlled early industry such as the Rockefellers, Sacklers, and so on. It was a small but powerful list, and they didn’t take in outsiders – at least not at the top.



It was also in college, thanks to a particularly difficult professor, I learned I loved dick as much as pussy. Knowledge and skills that had taken me far in my college career. It was during one of those escapades I learned there was another group that had significant control in our great country: The Mafia. Even the founding families of our great nation, even though they were a form of mafia themselves, conceded control to these groups when required. There were only a few organizations the entire nation truly bowed to; two of them were in New York, one was in Las Vegas. I couldn’t stand the desert, so I focused on New York.



During my final year of grad school, I found the Dark Web and started to learn about the different organizations around the US. The Porcelli Organization stood out to me, they were classy and diversified, which gave them a ton of political pull, perhaps the most of them all. As an outsider, I’d never have a seat at the table.



Through additional research I found my way in and why not? With my looks, build, and skills I quickly gained employment at Manor House. After a year of the bottom of the food chain my reputation preceded me. I chose who I fucked and when, they didn’t choose me. After only three years working there, I wore the tattoo of an associate of the organization, I was more than just an employee of Manor House.




Getting into bed with the mafia, figuratively and literally, was not for the faint of heart. As Manor House employees we were protected, but with my own aspirations I was vulnerable. I’d made myself especially valuable to the Boss, but I managed the information I gave and when I gave it, as well as the information I kept to myself. I wasn’t sure what I’d do with the information I’d held onto, but knowledge was power. It was a fine line to walk, if I double crossed the organization, or if they found I’d held back valuable intel, it wouldn’t end well for me. But I needed the power. I needed to hold the cards.

I have republished Invaded, Book 1 of Reagan's Quest in its entirety.

I know I owe you all the final chapters of Otavio's Book, but it's just not coming together so have patience. I refuse to put something out there just for the sake of doing it.

Here's a snippet from a WIP I started several years ago. If I ever publish this one, it will go under my other Pen name...not really in line with AL Doss's smut! I am thinking of offering some of my WIPs as an added bonus to subscribers that want to read Broken Vows. Though I have no clue when they'll ever actually get finished...anyhow...here is the blurb for Their Redemption, a Hallmark Channel worthy tearjerker YA romance.

There isn't a God. There can't be. If there was, my life would be different. Things like this wouldn't happen. I wouldn't have lost my mother when I was just two years old. And my father, a man who devoted his entire life to God wouldn't have died in such a horrific wreck. So yeah, clearly there is no God. I used to think I knew how my life would go, now here I am, not even knowing how to get up and face another day. - Kate



This is bullshit. Life is so unfair. I was so close to achieving my dream of playing college football and getting out of this shitty small town. One stupid mistake, one little accident, and now they are trying to take it all away. It's not my fault I needed a little help to get through my day, a little help to deal with all the pressure. If my father would've backed off, if coach wouldn't have been such a dick, if my math teacher would've been a decent teacher none of this would have happened. Now, here I am, sitting in a courtroom where some ego filled maniac will decide my future. This is bullshit. - Chase



Disaster strikes with completely different consequences for Kate Bentz and Chase Hammond. Each is forced to navigate a world they'd never imagined. When fate forces their paths to cross for a second time will it lead to the utter destruction of two lives, or will they find the peace they both desperately crave.

What happened to your book Invaded?

Hello Fans!

I know you all are waiting on the final chapters of Book 2, but there is one chapter I need to write that is NOT cooperating with me so I ask for some grace while I work that out. The final chapter and epilogue are complete...it's just one intermediary chapter that is not cooperating! In the interim...

Book 3 - Mick and Olivia's story is now online! This has been through several rounds of self-edits, but not professionally edited yet, nor have I had the official cover made. But I LOVE this story so much I wanted to share it now. The story is complete. There are 6 free chapters now. I've played around with subscription tiers...hopefully I got them right! Anyhow, I hope you enjoy Mick and Olivia's story as much as I do!

Extra bonus chapter now live for Book 2 - Otavio Porcelli.  

Later I’d come to realize that arrangement was the downfall that nearly cost me my best friend, my job, and ultimately my life. Though if I was being honest, that truly began the day I’d set my target on Emily Schrader.

Book 3: Mick and Olivia's story is coming along! So excited to share this story with you!

So many stories to write...so little time!

The new Cover for book 1 is here and I love it!