Book Tour & GIVEAWAY Of Icarus Falling by Chris Meyer

Author Bio: 

Christopher Paul Meyer writes noir and nonfiction. He is a former bouncer, comic, soldier, firefighter, actor and prison chaplain.  In addition to Icarus Falling,
he has written five screenplays, three of which were optioned and/or commissioned. When not writing, he enjoys Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, improv comedy and political rants delivered in an angry mumble at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Author Links - 

ChristopherPaulMeyer @TheLoadedPen

Book Genre: Memoir

Amazon Digital Services/CreateSpace
Date: 12/22/14


The true story of a failed actor, who - still tantalized by the promise of LA - reinvents himself as a nightclub bouncer. Working both downtown and on the Sunset Strip, he is thrust into the bloodstream of LA. Amidst the unending parade of strung-out transients, shimmering miniskirts, enraged gangbangers and unhinged party people,
he avenges his history of cowardice, atones for his past infidelities
and tries to become something better than another Hollywood casualty.


I followed George up an escalator to a plush mezzanine area with
subdued lighting. George took a long minute, studying my resume. I
acted like I didn't care. I gazed vacantly at the escalator,
watching the parade of bodies step off the moving stairway and veer
towards what was labeled the "Rooftop Elevator." There
were nine-to-fivers in khakis and Polo shirts. There were packs of
Armenians, their gold chains, 8 o'clock shadow and swagger outpacing
their blazers and t-shirts. There were Silverlake-type hipsters, with
po' boy caps, vintage shirts and tight jeans. There were black dudes
in FuBu and meatheads in TapOut. In a city as self-segregated as LA,
this seemed to be one of the few spots where you could find all 31
flavors of the city.
George finally looked up from my resume. "Why do you think we're
called Guest Relations?"
Because when people come to diddle themselves in a place with overstuffed
couches, subdued lighting and models walking the lobby, they don't
want to be told what to do.
"Because great security starts
with caring about your guests."
George nodded. "That's exactly right." He seemed impressed.
Hey, I could spit flowery bullshit for hours. Especially if it was
going to keep me around this place. "Sorry for keeping you
"Not a problem." Fake tan, perky tits and nice legs could take the
edge off any wait.
"You're very patient." Seemed like George was reading a lot into it.
It made me wonder if he'd kept me waiting on purpose. "Is that
from being a prison chaplain?" I wasn't surprised he went
there. It's the kind of thing that tends to stand out on a resume.
"That must have been a hard job."
Yeah, right. I wasn't telling the inmates where to sit, sleep, shower
or eat. I wasn't breaking up fights. Now that's a hard job.
I only had to talk to men who wanted to talk to me. "It's easy
to talk to people at the bottom. It's the ones in the Hamptons that
don't wanna listen."
George nodded. I got the feeling this wasn't the typical interview for him.
He seemed intrigued. Well, I hoped he seemed intrigued.
"You know you may need to get physical here though."
"I got no problem with that."
George was a great listener. He gauged my reactions, read my mannerisms.
He kept the questions sparse, letting me fill in the blanks.
Fortunately for George, I love to talk.
Yes, I was looking for as many hours as possible. No, I had no other
work commitments. Yeah, I'd played a lot of judo and rugby. No, I
wasn’t gonna be some MMA thug. Yes, I was religious. No, I wasn't
a Puritan. I had no problem working with people that were high,
drunk or naked. I didn’t tell him how much I was actually looking
forward to it.
By the end of the interview, George and I had clicked. We had a few
things in common. We were both college grads. We were both walk-ons
at NCAA Division I teams -- him for Clemson's basketball team, me for
William and Mary's football team. I mean, we weren't BFF's
spray-painting hearts and our initials on freeway underpasses or
anything. But we seemed to understand each other.
George put down his list of questions. "You ever been called a fucking
whiteboy?" Say what?
Or cracker?” George’s voice was low and calm. “What if I called
your mom a whore?” His eyes drilled into me. “What if I told
you to suck my dick?”
I could see the hypothetical looming behind his poker face, so I didn’t
George smiled. "Be ready. You’re gonna hear all of that. And more.
There's a lot of nights you're gonna go home angry." I didn't
doubt it. "You're gonna wanna take it out on your girl."
That was an easy fix. "I don't have one."
A bemused smile wafted across his face. "You're gonna wanna keep
it that way. Relationships are…" He searched for the right
words. "...difficult here." One of the models strutted
past us. "You know what I mean?" He smiled knowingly at
me. Being told to stay single? "I'm OK with that."
George extended his hand. "I think you will be." I hoped he was
right. "So, you wanna take a look at the place?"
I wasn't sure if that meant I had the gig or not. But either way, the
answer was yes. 


June 23 - Reviewed at Virtual Hobby Store And Coffee Haus

June 29 - Guest Blogging at Bellevue Book Reviews

July 2 - Guest Blogging at Infinite House Of Books

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