Manuel García: In Prison, Kartoniert / Broschiert

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Manuel García writes men as they are: rough-edged, silent, dangerous-and capable of sudden, brutal desire. These stories live in real places, on real skin; they trade in friction, challenge and the charged silence between two men. This is virile eroticism: tense, direct, never sentimental.

The title story drops a man from privilege into a world that strips him down to bone and instinct. Paul-banker, blond, accustomed to control-comes crashing into a jail cell where rules are carved in force and scent. Power becomes currency, humiliation a test; attraction and survival blur until desire looks very much like a risk.

They made him undress. The lights picked out his pale skin; the locker ate his watch and name. Hands that meant threat smelled of sweat and a different authority, eyes that measured him like currency. Alone in that thin, crowded room he felt something startling and ashamed: a heat that rose where fear lived, a shame that tasted like salt and iron. He learned fast the line between danger and want-how the same body can damn you and save you.

These are stories of bodies and bargains, of men learning what they will surrender and what they will take. They linger like a bruise: visible, private, impossible to ignore.