Alexander Price, a sweet and stunning young librarian, is trying to get his own bite of the Big Apple. The only thing holding Alexander back from the life he dreams of is a devastating secret; he suffers from a rare skin disease that makes the skin on his hands and feet as delicate as the wings of a butterfly.Beyond shy, gorgeous Alexander has never been kissed, though his body craves the touch of a strong, yet gentle man.One unusual autumn morning on the subway, Alexander meets the handsome and rugged millionaire Daniel Sommers, who is instantly infatuated by the coy and delicate young man. Daniel longs to be the first and only man to open Alexander's eyes to love, the joys of sex and a life lived without secrets. Warning: The Chalk Butterfly Trilogy contains all three exciting parts, with a total of 110,000 scintillating words. Included in these three parts are sexually graphic scenes, including first time sex, anal sex, oral sex,rimming, masturbation and frottage.Excerpts from the trilogy"You can talk to me, right? I want that. I want anything, no matter how small."Alexander turned, tears in his eyes again. "Why?""Because on the subway you were the only one wearing red," Daniel said simply. Alexander's eyebrow quirked up. "And because you hid your friends in the bathroom, and your cat hates me, and because, because I bet you're the worst public speaker in the history of public speaking.""I'm a story teller," Alexander said quietly."A what?""I work at a library. I read stories to the children."Daniel took a few moments to digest the information and then said, "Because you're the worst public speaker in the history of public speaking, yet by occupation that is what you do. That makes your brave.""No," Alexander said softly. "I'm not brave.""I've known you for a grand total of three days and I can see that you are," Daniel replied. "You're here and you're telling me all of this, and it seems difficult for you, but you're still telling me. Are you in pain? I think you are, and you're apologizing to me. Alexander.""You don't understand," Alexander replied slowly. "This is my life, this grief." Immense sadness filled Alexander's eyes and he held up his bandaged hands once again. "My skin is as delicate as butterfly wings. They call us butterfly children, how easily we are rendered flightless."