Manuel García strips eroticism to its bare essence: men—solid, virile, sometimes silent, sometimes rough—whose desires erupt in moments of tension and conflict. These are not fantasies in silk sheets but real encounters rooted in sweat, skin, and glances that linger too long. The stories move with a masculine rhythm: direct, physical, unsentimental, yet charged with the weight of everything left unsaid.
The title story, The Jealousy Attack, follows Daniel, eighteen, caught between friendship and forbidden desire. His best friend Armando—blue-eyed, muscled, and unaware—sets off a storm the night he appears with a girl. Anger, alcohol, and unspoken passion twist into a night Daniel cannot escape, a night where jealousy burns hotter than tequila and drives him into dangerous territory.
“Armando’s hand gripped my arm, steadying me as I staggered. His eyes, sharp and calm, cut through the haze of drink. I wanted to push him away, wanted to shout—but the smell of his skin, the nearness of his body, pulled me closer instead. Every word I spat at him was rage, but every silence was hunger. In that silence, he looked at me as if he finally understood.”
In these pages, desire collides with rivalry, tenderness hides beneath rough edges, and men learn what it means to cross the thin line between friendship and fire. When the book closes, the echo of that heat will still cling to your skin.
