Who knows where Laurence Doyen was born, where he graduated high school or even where he currently resides? The man is more of a transient than a hobo on a press junket dodging a draft. That being said, the creature he carries within is intelligent, considerate, highly competitive and extraordinarily selective. A little pissy, too, in that just-wanna-fight-sometimes way.
Gorgeous, with a body that must take more work to maintain than he lets on, Laurence is an old-time romantic with a modern sexuality. He writes with a frankness and a flourish, giving and taking away, hiding and revealing, teasing and confronting. He will likely die on some foreign island, open bottle in hand, and a smart, albeit loose, woman beside him. If his wish is granted, she will resemble Dagny Taggart, his first literary love. What can I say? Helluva writer, helluva kisser.
~ Dickie Copeland
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