Manuel García writes men as they are—hard, restless, magnetic. His stories strip desire down to skin, breath, and muscle, where attraction is not gentle but urgent, born in glances held too long, in words left unsaid. These are encounters that erupt out of challenge, danger, and need.
The title story, Show Me, follows Ethan, a young man freshly arrived in Mexico City, carrying the arrogance of beauty and the hunger of someone who refuses to be ignored. In the neon heat of the club scene, among shadows, sweat, and smoke, he runs into Fraga—an older friend, a lover, a rival. Their reunion burns with unspoken history and the promise of something reckless.
“Fraga’s arm slid across my shoulders as if it belonged there. His lips brushed mine in passing, daring me to react. I should have pushed him off. Instead, I let his scent sink into me—whiskey, sweat, and danger. The city was alive, and so was I.”
Brutal, electric, unforgettable—Show Me is a collection that doesn’t soften its edges. It takes you where men meet men, where restraint ends, and where desire demands to be seen.
