About The Complete Dr. Fell Volume One: Lost
by Syd McGinley
316 pages/80000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-720-6, 1-60370-720-4
Available file types - paperback
Homeless after his mother’s funeral, John Fell can’t stop mourning his murdered lover, Rob, and he clings to his goal of fulfilling his and Rob’s dream of completing his PhD to become Dr. John Fell. Looking after his best friend’s sub, Charlie gives him the resources to write his thesis and fight his homophobic father for his inheritance.
John retreats to his cabin in the woods, but pet-sitting Charlie has shown him a new path. Putting aside his doubts, he finds solace in helping boys learn to serve their owners, and for owners to be worthy of service.
Dr. Fell’s poverty, pride, and loyalty to Rob hinder his quest for a new boy, but his sense of duty can’t let him walk away from someone in need. Forced to confront his responses to abuse and neglect, dispirited by the imperfect relationships of his fellow doms and their subs, and struggling to make ends meet, John gives up the academic dream that sustained him through the lean years with Rob.
Time and again, Dr. Fell is drawn back into the outside world by boys in need and by the irrepressible Charlie, who just won’t let him be. The center of a growing circle of family and friends, John slowly returns to life. But is all that enough to help him find his ‘forever boy’? Will John Fell, PhD, be smart enough to let his past go and make a new future for himself?
Sample
A classroom where I can’t slap an ass still rattles me.
“What a sorry lot you are. No one completed my assignment.”
I ignore the chorus of “It was too hard” and “I didn’t understand what you wanted” and glare at my remedial composition class. Their sullen gazes slide away from me. They’re good kids, just crushed to be spending their first college semester in “developmental English.” About as crushed as my hopes for a quiet life in my cabin. I thought I’d walk away from academia after defending my dissertation in June, but here I am teaching as an adjunct to make ends meet. Damn, I hate classroom teaching.
“Okay, guys, you don’t want to be in my class, but we all need to survive until December.”
I receive a round of sulky nods.
“So, we can all grind along hating each other, or we can strike a deal: let me train you to be acceptable college writers.”
This time it’s snickers, and a muttered, “Some deal.”
“If you do as you’re told, you’ll kick butt in your first-year classes and you can have a nice big fuck-you moment when you get out of remedial English.”
Silence. Was it the content of my speech or that “fuck you” line that got their attention? Or have I finally blended Dom and teacher appropriately?
“But how, Dr. Fell?” pipes up one kid after a bit. “We all flunked the placement test.”
“Why?”