This is my awe shucks look. 

Yesterday I went on an epic push to sell as many copies of Disgusting Beautiful Immoral as possible and you all pulled through and made my day, selling more copies of a book in one day than ever before. 

By the time I went to sleep, DBI was ranked #8,964 out of every book on Amazon which is crazy. And it was #4 for Bisexual Erotica in both print and e-book format.

At the end of the day, you bought 40 Kindle copies, 10 print copies, and 5 from iBooks. Which made me about $150 for the day. It’s nutty how the math works, but it was pretty darn exciting to watch it rise all day long thanks to you beautiful people.

So, thanks for bearing with me, thanks for buying the book, thanks for sharing my dirty photos and stories, and thanks for being all around wonderful, generous, and kind. 

-gny

“When we walked into the bar, Jason was sitting in my seat with a tall boy of PBR, the jukebox was blasting “The Devil Went Down to Georgia,” and Kelly and Rachel were dancing on top of the bar in their bras. I stood there, my mouth hanging open as the crowd hollered at them, but it was all I could do to keep from laughing...”

The Holiday Cocktail Lounge where Brent, Jason, and Thomas go the first night they boys are all back together is still there, although it closed for a few years and reopened as a different animal. They kept the facade, but inside it’s a fancy cocktail bar. Surprise surprise.

It was one of the diviest dives in the East Village for a long time.

“Holiday Cocktail Lounge is not your typical dive bar. At least not in the sense that it’s full of college kids and hipsters looking to get drunk off cheap beer. The bartender is not a young woman in spandex, and the decor is not retro-chic. It is simply an old, shitty bar with a half working pool table, a bunch of neon signs and a jukebox right in the middle. The bar itself curves around in an almost pleasing arch, and if you looked past the posters and signs, you might notice the dark wood paneling covering everything. The bartender was older than the bar, and he grew more and more unstable until he finally closed the place down, usually around 1 a.m. 

We sat down in a booth towards the back and Brent bought the first round of drinks: straight whiskey and a beer chaser. Jason bummed another smoke, and for a few moments, we just sat there staring at each other, feeling the joy of being with old friends again.

 “So, I’m dating this girl who calls me El Macho for some reason.”

I looked at Brent before putting my feet up and leaning back. I just nodded, and he continued. It had been far too long since I heard a Brent Story...”

Hey, so this book thing is working you lovely people! This is probably the highest sales ranking one of my books has ever been! 

I’m so close to the top 100 for Romantic Erotica. Super exciting!

You’re the best. Seriously.

Hi lovely people. So one more little pitch about Disgusting Beautiful Immoral. If you enjoyed the book and have a moment to leave me a review on Amazon it would make a huge difference right now. 

I’ve been told that the magic number is 25 reviews before Amazon bumps a book up in terms of visibility. I currently have 16 reviews, which are generally lovely, but if I could get over the 25 mark it would be fantastic.

No pressure, but if you find the time and would be willing, I’d really appreciate it!