Sex in the Title
By: Zack Love
RELEASE DATE: October 21, 2013
New York City, May 2000. The Internet bubble has burst, and Evan's boss fires him with an email. The next day, his girlfriend dumps him, also via email. Afraid to check any more emails, Evan desperately seeks a rebound romance but the catastrophes that ensue go from bad to hilariously worse. Fortunately, Evan meets someone whose legendary disasters with females eclipse even his own.
To reverse their fortunes, they recruit their friends into a group of five guys who take on Manhattan in pursuit of dates, sex, and adventure. With musings about life, relationships, and human psychology, this quintessential New York story about the search for happiness follows five men on their comical paths to trouble, self-discovery, and love.
To reverse their fortunes, they recruit their friends into a group of five guys who take on Manhattan in pursuit of dates, sex, and adventure. With musings about life, relationships, and human psychology, this quintessential New York story about the search for happiness follows five men on their comical paths to trouble, self-discovery, and love.
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Zack Love graduated from Harvard College, where he tried to create a bachelor’s degree in Women. With the bachelor portion of that degree in hand, he settled in New York City but – to afford renting his bed-sized studio – found himself flirting mostly with a computer screen and stacks of documents. Determined not to die a corporate drone, Zack decided to sacrifice sleep for screenwriting, an active social life, and Internet startups offering temporary billion-dollar fantasies.
To feed his steady diet of NYC nightlife, he regularly crashed VIP parties in the early 2000s and twice bumped into his burgeoning crush, a Hollywood starlet. But – much to Zack’s surprise – neither of those awkward conversations led to marriage with the A-list actress. Zack eventually consoled himself by imagining fiascoes far worse than those involving his celebrity crush. In the process, he dreamed up a motley gang of five men inspired by some of his college friends and quirky work colleagues. And thus was born Sex in the Title. But the novel is not autobiographical: Zack never had his third leg attacked by any mammal (nor by any plant, for that matter). In fact, keeping his member safe has been one of Zack’s lifelong goals – and one of the few that he’s managed to accomplish.
To feed his steady diet of NYC nightlife, he regularly crashed VIP parties in the early 2000s and twice bumped into his burgeoning crush, a Hollywood starlet. But – much to Zack’s surprise – neither of those awkward conversations led to marriage with the A-list actress. Zack eventually consoled himself by imagining fiascoes far worse than those involving his celebrity crush. In the process, he dreamed up a motley gang of five men inspired by some of his college friends and quirky work colleagues. And thus was born Sex in the Title. But the novel is not autobiographical: Zack never had his third leg attacked by any mammal (nor by any plant, for that matter). In fact, keeping his member safe has been one of Zack’s lifelong goals – and one of the few that he’s managed to accomplish.
“Listen to what you’re saying to me! Can you believe what you just – ”
Heeb blanked out on Melody for a moment as he remembered that he needed to deposit his mail in the mailbox a few feet away because it was the last one before he entered the Eighty-sixth Street subway station. He had been looking forward to this moment, after uncomfortably holding his mail in a stack that was sandwiched between his fingers and his cell phone, which was held down on the stack by his right thumb and pressed up to the side of his head for the conversation.
He refocused on Melody’s rant: “…not fair…I mean, listen to how you communicate with me! I feel like that’s become our problem. That’s really what this is about now: we just don’t communicate like we used – ” And that was the last thing he heard Melody say. Heeb’s painfully cramped and over-encumbered fingers were so eager to release the stack of mail from his right hand into the mailbox that they released his cell phone as well.
Heeb stood there for a moment, in dazed disbelief, looking helplessly at the sides of the mailbox. Melody’s continuing diatribe could now be heard only as a series of strangely muffled, barely audible noises, emanating from within the metal mailbox, like a transistor radio that falls into a manhole and just gives off a faint, chattering buzz.
In absurd desperation, Heeb tried cupping his hands to the mailbox for a moment, and shouting into it, hoping that she might hear what happened and that he really didn’t mean to drop the phone in the mailbox just as she was complaining about how they don’t communicate as well as they used to.
“Melody! Melody! I can’t hear you! I dropped my phone in the mailbox! Can you hear me?! I’m sorry! It slipped!”
Heeb blanked out on Melody for a moment as he remembered that he needed to deposit his mail in the mailbox a few feet away because it was the last one before he entered the Eighty-sixth Street subway station. He had been looking forward to this moment, after uncomfortably holding his mail in a stack that was sandwiched between his fingers and his cell phone, which was held down on the stack by his right thumb and pressed up to the side of his head for the conversation.
He refocused on Melody’s rant: “…not fair…I mean, listen to how you communicate with me! I feel like that’s become our problem. That’s really what this is about now: we just don’t communicate like we used – ” And that was the last thing he heard Melody say. Heeb’s painfully cramped and over-encumbered fingers were so eager to release the stack of mail from his right hand into the mailbox that they released his cell phone as well.
Heeb stood there for a moment, in dazed disbelief, looking helplessly at the sides of the mailbox. Melody’s continuing diatribe could now be heard only as a series of strangely muffled, barely audible noises, emanating from within the metal mailbox, like a transistor radio that falls into a manhole and just gives off a faint, chattering buzz.
In absurd desperation, Heeb tried cupping his hands to the mailbox for a moment, and shouting into it, hoping that she might hear what happened and that he really didn’t mean to drop the phone in the mailbox just as she was complaining about how they don’t communicate as well as they used to.
“Melody! Melody! I can’t hear you! I dropped my phone in the mailbox! Can you hear me?! I’m sorry! It slipped!”
As several commuters walked by, looking oddly at this heavyset balding man in a suit and tie crouched down low and apparently talking rather urgently to a mailbox, Heeb felt that he may have reached the nadir of his follies in the New York dating scene. But it would actually get much worse.
I have Ricky from One Guy and His Book Review, who happens to be
my husband and were are both here today to
discuss "Sex in the Title"
Shan: Hey babe so we are hear to discuss this book where should we start?????
Rick: How about we start with the characters.
Shan: Okay. What did you think of Evan?
Rick: I can see myself in Evan. He got shot down to many times and kept coming back for more. Even when he was in his lowest point, he still tried to find him a piece of ass. What do you think of him?
Shan: Seriously!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! WTH Ricky. Okay I get the you keep coming back for more because I see it on a daily basis, but to me he tried tooooooooo hard to get a piece of ass. He made an ass of himself. Granted every guy is that way but damn take what you can get.
Rick: True, but he had higher standards he was trying to live up to.
Shan: If you say so, I see a desperate man. So onto Sammy. What about this "man"?
Rick: I felt sorry for Sammy. This guy had the smarts, the money, and the job but he didn't have the looks to bring in the bigger fish. Hell he couldn't even bring in the smaller fish. I commend him on trying whenever everyone overlooked him.
Shan: Yea Sammy was a nice guy with a big heart. College is a different universe with the way people look at each other. I agree with you that he had book smart but no street smart whatsoever. But sometimes looks aren't always the main thing to consider. So now there is Carlos.
Rick: Carlos had the most ridiculous list of requirements to find the perfect woman. I mean seriously when you look that good and women are throwing themselves at you, throw your list out the window and get what every man wants.I wish I had that much luck when I was younger without list.
Shan: Now first of all, Carlos was the better looking one out of all the men, but damn if he isn't picker than me. Most men would be happy to have women crawling all over them. Second of all I don't think you need anymore "luck" than you did babe. Leaving "Lucky Chucky" we move onto Narc. Your thoughts????
Rick: My thoughts on Narc are that this guy has a personality disorder. I mean your one person at home, one person at school, and then another person when he is on the basketball court. The one thing that gets me about this guy that he is a playa. He's got the ability to talk women into getting in bed with him, but his dreams are too big sometimes wanting to play in the NBA or becoming a porn star. What guys dream isn't to become a porn star?
Shan: I don't know about the porn star comment because no thank you not for me, but I agree he is a smooth man. He can get what he wants. Although his charms wouldn't work on me. These guys are killing me. Who is next?
Rick: Trevor is next. Trevor is a 6 foot 7 inch black man from England. His accent and his height get noticed first whenever he walks into a room. This guy comes from a very eccentric family and his very proper in the way he speaks.
Shan: You didn't say much about Trevor like you did the others. Why is that??
Rick: Because if I said much about him I would give away too much of the book.
Shan: I like the British accent, but that's all I can give him points on. He is just like the rest of the guys in this book. PIGS!!! I will say the story was interesting to say the least. It gave me an insight to see how guys really are. Now I know how you thought during your whoring days. Gives me a little bit more knowledge.
Rick: If you say so......
Shan: That's all I get????? Usually you like to argue your point.
Rick: I can't give all my secrets away.
Shan: Whatever....What did you think of the story Mr. Penley????
Rick: It was interesting and I do think it gives away too many of guys secrets, but there are parts in the book that will make people crack up laughing. I know I did too.
Shan: *Throwing my head back laughing* I agree. It brought back fond memories. Muffin????
Rick: *Clearing throat* I thought we would never discuss this out in the open. And that's enough of that and you better not discuss this with Dee or Sandie. I mean it.
Shan: *Laughing* Promise *fingers crossed* Okay I am rating this book 3.5 hearts. You?
Rick: I am giving it 4 stars.
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