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Keiko Alvarez


Keiko travels between Washington, DC and her home in the middle of nowhere Texas. When not working or writing, she enjoys being outdoors as much as possible.

Email : keiko.alvarez@gmail.com

Website : http://www.keikoalvarez.com

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Written By: Keiko Alvarez
Published By: Extasy Books
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Jenny aspires to be a writer of erotica. But she has one problem--she has to live what she writes about. Solicitin...
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Jenny aspires to be a writer of erotica. But she has one problem--she has to live what she writes about. Soliciting help from her best friend Kandi, she takes a path to finishing her book is exciting and filled with unplanned adventures.
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The Ghetto

Written By: Keiko Alvarez
Published By: Devine Destinies
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The Ghetto is the hottest attraction in Atlantic City, an adult fun house where the frights aren’t supplied...

The man in the suit smiled and walked towards Ricky and Kristy. When he was less than three feet away, he asked, “A friend of yours?”

“Not our friend,” Ricky blurted.

“Hey, that’s not nice,” Frank laughed.

The man in the suit backed up and shouted, “Is he anyone’s friend here?”

The audience murmured.

Someone called out, “I don’t think he has any friends.”

The crowd laughed.

The man in the suit ambled over to Frank. “Looks like you’re alone,” he said.

“I got Connie here,” Frank laughed.

“Are you desperate, Connie?” the man in the suit chuckled.

“Listen, asshole,” Frank sneered. “Getting insulted wasn’t part of the deal.”

“Oh, really?” the man in the suit snapped. “What about the actors you insulted?”

“That’s different,” Frank said.

“Is it?” The man in the suit put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a revolver and smashed Frank on the side of the head.

Frank screamed in pain and fell to his knees.

“Hey,” Connie shouted. She dropped to Frank’s side and tried to help him up.

“Come here, honey,” the man in the suit growled. He grabbed Connie’s arm and dragged her away from Frank. When she was in a dark part of the scenery, he appeared to punch her in the stomach. She began to moan and cry. The man in the suit returned to Frank. He hit him in the head with the gun again and pulled him to the center of the scene.

The man in the suit shouted, “What should I do with this asshole?”

“Kill him!” someone replied.

“Kill him!” Ricky yelled.

Soon the audience was chanting, “Kill him! Kill him!”

“See?” Ricky laughed. “I told you he was part of the act.”

“If you insist!” the man in the suit laughed. He aimed his gun at Frank’s head and pulled the trigger twice. The entire scene lit up with each blast from the gun while loud explosions rang in the audience’s ear.

The man in the suit faced the audience and yelled, “What about the bitch?”

“Let her go,” Kristy cried.

“Nah, kill her, too,” someone else shouted.

Again, the audience was again chanting, “Kill her! Kill her!”

“If you insist,” the man in the suit mumbled. He aimed his pistol at the sobbing woman and pulled the trigger twice, again assaulting the audience with harsh bright lights and loud explosions.

“What a fucking hoot!” Ricky laughed.

“That was the first part of this stupid show that I enjoyed,” Kristy giggled.



* * * *



Twenty minutes later Kristy had her head buried in Ricky’s lap. She was trying to gain her composure while Ricky talked with a uniformed policeman. “Don’t you get it?” he said. “We thought it was part of the show. I mean, we probably would have helped, especially the lady, but…”


He wilted under the dismissive stare of the cop, and his voice trailed off. “Don’t you get it?” he mumbled.

 

The Ghetto is the hottest attraction in Atlantic City, an adult fun house where the frights aren’t supplied by skeletons and goblins popping out of the dark, but by ghetto scenes played out in front of the audience. When a loud mouth patron and his companion are executed, the audience howls with delight. After all, it was all part of the show. Or was it?

 
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The Innocence Machine

Written By: Keiko Alvarez
Published By: Devine Destinies
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There’s no such thing as the truth, whole truth and nothing but the truth. Awakened after being cryogen...

Dead Man Walking—that’s what they used to call prisoners on Death Row. In my case, Dead Man Rolling would have been more appropriate. When you’re strapped into a gurney with your head immobilized, you have nowhere to look but straight. You can’t look left, you can’t look right; you can only look straight up at the glare coming from the lights overhead. You’ll do anything to slow down time, to lengthen the few minutes of life you have left.

I tried counting the squares in the plastic panels covering the fluorescent lights as I passed under them. One, I noticed, covered a burned out bulb, the dark gray empty space providing relief from the bright glare cascading down on me.

“Clarence,” I shouted. “You have a light out.” I had a brief, insane notion that they’d actually stop to fix the bulb.

My only Death Row friend, a guard named Clarence, responded in a deep, baritone voice. “I’ll see that it gets fixed.”

“That’s good, Clarence. You…you always do the right thing.” So much for that idea.

“Yes, sir.”

How many times have you gone into a supermarket, pulled a cart from the hundreds that are lined up, only to find out that it had a wheel that jiggled? You try to ignore it for a while, but the more you feel it shake, the more it gets under your skin. Well, I had a gurney that jiggled. I tried to ignore the shaking that rose from the floor to my body, but then I heard an unknown voice mumbling something about God.

Before I was strapped down, you see, I had decided to go out with dignity and ignore the little things that ate at me, like my crappy last meal and the cobweb in the corner of my cell. What was the point of complaining, anyway? No one would listen. They just wanted to get on with it, to get rid of me and move on to the next prisoner. But the jiggling gurney drove me mad, and I changed my mind. Go ahead and complain.

“I think there’s a wheel out of whack on this gurney, Clarence. The whole thing is shaking. It’s very, very annoying. Could we take a few minutes to fix that? Can we fix this fucking thing?”

“Now, Phil. We got the reverend…”

“**** him! And **** his prayers! Tell him to shut up. I don’t want to hear about God. If there was a God I wouldn’t be in this situation!”

There’s no such thing as the truth, whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Awakened after being cryogenically frozen for forty years, a death row inmate is cleared of a murder by The Innocence Machine, an infallible piece of machinery that has replaced juries and judges. Set free into a landscape ravaged by disease, he searches for his son, the only witness to the murder. There is only one problem—what if The Innocence Machine was wrong?


 
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The Lesson

Written By: Keiko Alvarez
Published By: Extasy Books
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He had watched her, lusted over her and desired her. Using the cover of darkness to create the element of surprise...
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He had watched her, lusted over her and desired her. Using the cover of darkness to create the element of surprise, he was ready to take her. Only it was he who was going to be surprised.
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The Occupational Hazards of a Sex Therapist

Written By: Keiko Alvarez
Published By: Extasy Books
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WARNING: adultery, multiple partners A Sex Therapist gets wrapped up in her work—very wrapped up.
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WARNING: adultery, multiple partners A Sex Therapist gets wrapped up in her work—very wrapped up.
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The Only Way to Travel

Written By: Keiko Alvarez
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Nancy doesn’t have a fear of flying. She has a fear of crashing. In just three days, life becomes bizarr...

“Ladiezzzz and gen’lmen. We seem to have a bit of a problem. We’re going to…”

The plane dropped. Nancy felt airborne. The woman in front of her was airborne. People screamed. Nancy screamed, “Holy shit!”

She and Don took one look at each other and linked arms. “Hang on to me,” she cried.

Don, his eyes wide with panic, cried, “I will!”

“We’re going to make an emergency landing mumble mumble…”

Don looked at her with mournful eyes. “I cheated on my fiancé.”

What?”

“Twice in six months. I…I have to tell someone in case we…in case we die.”

Die,” Nancy shouted. “Shut up. Shut the **** up!”

“I had to tell someone!”

“Why? Why did you cheat on her?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then,” Nancy snarled, “You shouldn’t get married.” Despite the insanity of the situation, Nancy was pleased to be thinking about something other than the airplane, even if forced her to talk to the idiot next to her.

“I know,” Don moaned. “If we make this…”

The plane dropped again. The airborne feeling hit them again. Oxygen masks fell from the overhead compartments. More screaming. The old man in the window seat, his face pale, trembled as he tried over and over to get the mask on his face. Don pulled the mask over the old man’s head, pulled on his own mask and looked at Nancy, his expression a combination of fear and sadness.

“Passengers! This is the Captain! Please! Get in crash position. We’re going to…”

Loud noises. Upside down. Right side up. The world turned gray. Everything seemed to moving in slow motion. Blue skies appeared above. Billowing smoke and flames ahead rushed towards her. The right side of the plane disappeared.

The sound of screeching metal assaulted Nancy’s ears as the plane skidded to a stop, and then there was nothing but silence. As Nancy and Don sat stunned and unmoving in their seats, the smell of burning fuel filtered into their nostrils. The old man next to Don slumped forward in his seat.

As Nancy looked up at the billows of smoke drifting in the clear blue sky, a sense of calm washed over her.

 

Nancy doesn’t have a fear of flying. She has a fear of crashing.

In just three days, life becomes bizarre for Nancy. It’s bad enough that her husband ran off with his new girlfriend, that she survived a plane crash and a train crash, and that she had a run-in with a terrorist. All of what’s  happened to her is impossibly crazybut the surprise waiting for her at home is crazier yet.

 

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The Reanimation of Maddy

Written By: Keiko Alvarez
Published By: Extasy Books
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Maddy wasn’t looking for romance, but found herself unable to resist the charms of a man half her age.
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Maddy wasn’t looking for romance, but found herself unable to resist the charms of a man half her age.
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Time's Up

Written By: Keiko Alvarez
Published By: Extasy Books
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John Lynch is trapped 40,000 years in the past. The Neanderthals have killed everyone around him, and he’s n...
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John Lynch is trapped 40,000 years in the past. The Neanderthals have killed everyone around him, and he’s next on the list. He can’t let that happen, not until he destroys everything he brought with him. It’s one of the rules of time travel. He only has minutes left. Time’s up for John Lynch.
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Transformation of Mandy

Written By: Keiko Alvarez
Published By: Extasy Books
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Mandy Ito is a sexy, fun-loving part time law student, part time tennis instructor, part time prostitute, and part...
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Mandy Ito is a sexy, fun-loving part time law student, part time tennis instructor, part time prostitute, and part time homeless advocate. Mandy, by her own admission, loves too frequently and falls in love too often. No one would ever want to hurt her, but people close to her are being murdered, and she may be next on the list. Desperate for answers, she turns to a handsome stranger with a grisly past, terrifying secrets, and an agenda of his own that will put Mandy in mortal danger. To survive, Mandy must be transformed from the fun-loving young woman she is to a stone cold killer, and, along the way, she will experience sexual adventures beyond her wildest imagination. In the end, Mandy will find out what she needs to know, but at what cost, and will her trust in the stranger be her undoing?
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Uncorked

Written By: Keiko Alvarez
Published By: Extasy Books
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When the pressure gets too great, something’s going to blow!   Sandy was a straight arrow, a ch...
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When the pressure gets too great, something’s going to blow!

 

Sandy was a straight arrow, a church-going mother of two who kept her sexual urges under control until, that is, a chance encounter with a sexy man changed everything. Then, like a fine bottle of champagne, she was uncorked, letting her pent up pressure explode.

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Watchers

Written By: Keiko Alvarez
Published By: Extasy Books
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There are still a few lots available in Ralston Woodlands, but if you want one, you’d better hurry. As the d...
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There are still a few lots available in Ralston Woodlands, but if you want one, you’d better hurry. As the developers will tell you, all the lots have wonderful views.
 
Eight strangers, known to each other by the views they get by peering into each other’s windows, meet at a community picnic. The day was hot, the barbeque coals were hot, but the action that took place at the picnic was hotter still.
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