Tuesday, May 5, 2015

The Art of Sin by Alexandrea Weis New Release and Review


The Art of Sin by Alexandrea Weis
New Release and Review


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Grady Paulson spends his nights pleasing a lot of women.

The bump and grind of being a male stripper is getting old for Grady, and when his cross-country tour takes him to New Orleans everything changes. He meets Allison Wagner; a smart, successful woman who is all wrong for him, but Grady just loves a challenge.

Sparks fly, and soon Allison has Grady rethinking his future. He wants to get out of the stripping game and settle down, but Allison is hiding a devastating secret that could threaten his plans.

Will Grady finally break free from his seedy, sequined world or will her troubled past forever seal their fate? On Bourbon Street, temptation is the name of the game for all those who practice the art of sin.


The screaming hit him first. Like the backwash from a jet engine, the screams vibrated against his body. The women were packed against the edge of the stage, and as he moved out from beneath the white lights, he got a better look at the pit. Matt had been right. The faces, the screams, the whistles, all looked and sounded the same as every other town he had been in. He had hoped this time it would be different. Why had he expected more? Beginning his routine, he rolled his hips and occasionally made eye contact with a few of the women, searching for his orgasm girl. A small blonde, not far from the stage, caught his eye. She instantly reminded him of Al. She had the same petite figure and pink lips, but her eyes were not as sarcastic. Making a few spins, he checked out the other women, but kept coming back to the blonde. When he pulled his silver-sequined shirt open, the motion made the pain from his broken right pinkie shoot up his arm. He kept his stage smile plastered on his face, but he could feel the sweat gathering on his upper lip. To stop thinking about the pain, he shifted his attention back to the small blonde. He pictured her being Al, watching him up on stage. Grady could almost see Al smirking at him from a table next to the stage. This was good. It was helping him get through his routine. He focused on the blonde, all the while thinking of Al, and soon he forgot about his discomfort. Grady began to feel he was dancing only for the petite woman. He could hear the other women in the crowd shouting for him to “take it all off,” but he ignored them. He struggled getting his shirt off, and he saw the lithe blonde smile when she explored his chest with her big eyes. Grabbing at his clothing and doing a few of the acrobatic moves he had in his dance routine almost made him see stars as the tormenting pain returned. With only his pants to go, he went to the edge of the stage, ready to bring up the blonde. When he pointed to her, as he seductively swung his hips, the blush on her cheeks almost made him laugh out loud. Al would never have blushed like that. No, Al would have scowled at him. It took two of her friends to coax her to the stage, but when the little blonde climbed the side steps, Grady was disappointed. Up close, she was nothing like Al. Her features were plain and her mouth was bigger, her lips thicker, and her eyes were brown and not like Al’s angry grey orbs. Giving her some encouragement to have fun with him, he lifted her hands to his chest and rubbed his hips against her. The blonde squealed, covered her face, and did all the predictable things he expected of his orgasm girl. After he had danced around her a few times, ripped off his pants—damn near cursing as the pain tore through his hand—he gave her a kiss on the cheek and showed her off the stage. A few last struts, flashing his silver-sequined G-string, and he was done. Snapping up his clothes from the floor with his left hand, he could feel the sweat pouring off him. He quickly trotted off the stage and back behind the curtains. Out of the view of the audience, he bent over and very gently held his sore pinkie. “Son of a bitch,” he sighed. How was he going to survive a second show?

"Anybody can take off their clothes, but only a stripper could turn such a sin into an art." - Mary Hightower, stripper on Bourbon Street, New Orleans

"Illusion is the first of all pleasures."- Oscar Wilde

No matter how you describe, stripping is an art and it is meant titillates the senses of the viewer. Whether it is the illusion created by the stripper or the primal desire elicited by viewing a partially naked body, stripping is an art.  The Art of Sin.

Our characters Grady and Allison are somewhat lost in the seedier reality of life.  It is the result of all the obstacles and losses they have experienced in their lives.  Betrayal, suicide, overdoses, abandonment are but a few.  They both have lost so much in their lives that they have become very cynical about "happily ever after" and trust.

Grady is spending his life stripping for a living because he does not know what else to do with his life.  After his divorce, he has been drifting through life without an anchor or without any desire to think about his future.  A graduate of Yale, he lost his job as a financial advisor during the economic downturn.  Now, he has no idea what he is worth or what he is qualified to do in life.  All he knows in that he is judged every time he tells people he is a stripper and treated like he is scum.

Set in New Orleans, our author Alexandrea Weis paints with words the world few get to experience.  These are the people at the edge of life as we normally know it.  Those who have settled for getting by making a living entertaining by using their bodies to amuse our whims.

Although this story is dramatic and exposes the underbelly of our society, it is also uplifting.  The triumph of love and rediscovering the joy of life is to be celebrated.

"...the true art of sin, my friend, knowing how far you are  willing to go before you know you are about to go over the edge."

About the Author

Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Having been brought up in the motion picture industry, she learned to tell stories from a different perspective and began writing at the age of eight. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning novels, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story moving and memorable. A permitted/certified wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans.

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