Hello, my name is F.M. Hicks, and I would love to introduce you to my novel, Intentional Possession. It is as a story of both intimate and metaphysical affairs, a rebirth of a young woman's soul through the taking of her physical body. Bound by lust, and fueled by temptations, she secretly carries the evil passion burning within her as she fights to hold on to friends, family, and the attention of a new lover. It is a truly captivating and sensual novel, packed with over 90,000 flesh tingling words that will please and stimulate our more unreserved souls.
Meet Carly Moore, a twenty four year old accountant who is fed up with the local dating scene. Weary of the endless sea of white collar ad executives who are fixated on their expense accounts, and fast paced lives, she accepts an offer from a close friend to visit The Soul Lair, a club that lies on the outskirts of town. She is a little reluctant at first, but with some lighthearted prodding, she agrees to leave the sanctity of her meager world. What happens at the small, dimly lit club will forever change her life.
No, really, especially dark haired men and blond women. It’s not my fault though. I think it started in the womb when my parents exposed me to that first hot rock couple: Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks. Then came Kori Gardner and Jason Hammel of Mates of State. My newest crush, however, is Ivan Howard and Kelly Crisp who compose Durham’s The Rosebuds. I won’t bore you with the history of this band, I will just say that this is one couple that you defiantly want to party with. Supposedly they formed a band on accident when Ivan booked a spot at a local venue without a band and his wife Kelly helped him pull it off with only a few hours to rehearse. That’s the story, but I’ve seen them live and can tell you that this duo rocks out with the best of them. They have a number of full length albums, but their latest, Night of the Furies, is a collection of haunted pop numbers that uses the mythological furies to comment on social and political issues. That’s not to say that the album isn’t fun as hell to listen to however. Hit up their Myspace page and listen to “Get Up Get Out” and if you’re not dancing barefoot in your apartment or at least humming the chorus then you, my friend, need to check your pulse. So hit them up and you might find that you have a thing for hot couples as well, or, at least, hot couples that rock.
