Book Description:
James Holeva, aka “The Wingman,” is as classy as he is crass. His life is a dirty ride of uncouth adventures involving weddings, proms, threesomes, soccer moms, models, strippers, balconies, bedrooms,
backseats and bathroom stalls. No details are spared in this humorous, erotic, autobiographical novel depicting all of his hedonistic debauchery. Full of jaw-dropping moments, gut-busting laughs and
multiple orgasms, “The Wingman Chronicles” will make you laugh and orgasm at the same time.
Fast paced, in your face, and offensive, this swaggering young player degrades with class while providing a message to the world, “Don’t ever let anybody stifle your adventure.”
Review: 5 Stars
I looked at buying this book twice before I was asked to put together it’s blog tour. I really thought it would be a great read, and I was right. I thought this book was absolutely hilarious. It is downright no holds bar sex, sex, and more sex. There must be very few places James Holeva will *not* have sex. The very first sex scene is on a balcony of a hotel. Really! There are several scenes in this book that I thought were great, my favorite being his grandfathers funeral. See…I told you there were few places he would *not* have sex!
Some of you, when you read this book, won’t be able to finish it. With this book it’s you either love it or hate it. I haven’t heard much in between. James doesn’t hold back with the names he calls women or how the thinks they shouldn’t have independent thought. I’m totally taking that out of context, you get the gist however. Some say he’s degrading women. I didn’t get that vibe from the book. I thought it was downright hilarious and I even was quite irritated at one of his women at the end of the book. I just wanted to smack her.
Here’s some from the end of Funeral Creepin’:
“As I puffed my Marlboro in the corner of the parking lot I saw Mama, Papa, and Sister making a beeline toward me. “Louie, the funeral director is such a good guy,” I told them. “He was really more like a Maitre d’ than a mortician.”
“Good work, numb nuts,” my Dad said, in the dry, sarcastic way he spoke. “At least your mother made it seem okay though.”
“What did you say?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Mom said.
“She told them that you were consoling her, she threw herself at you, and you knew it was wrong but couldn’t bring yourself to say no,” Valerie said, chuckling.
“That’s exactly what happened,” I said.
“That’s right,” Mom said. “My mother used to call you Don Juan the Gigolo. And you were only five.”
“I can’t believe they bought it,” Valerie said.
“You really couldn’t keep it in your pants, James?” Mom said.
“You raised me to share,” I said. “And because of you all rudely intruding on us, she left … And we didn’t finish.”
“Too much information,” Valerie said.
“This is not a laughing matter,” Mom said.
“Come on, it’s funny as hell,” I replied.
“It is hilarious,” my Dad said.
“Shut up, Jim!” Mom said to my Dad. “James, I don’t even care that it’s your cousin… Couldn’t you have at least done her in the car?”
“I wanted to take my own car,” I said. “You said we had to drive together. You had the keys, and if I asked if I could have the keys you would’ve interrogated me. And I didn’t wanna lie to you, and if I said I was gonna do her in the car, you would not have allowed it. This is really your fault.”
“My fault?”
“I told you Mom,” Valerie said. “I told you… It was all a scheme.”
“Shut up, Valerie,” Mom said.
“I’m just saying,” Valerie said.
My mother looked toward the ground, rubbing her eyes, shedding a tear as she fumbled with her lighter to spark a cigar, one of those cheap Middleton’s Black and Mild Mild’s with the white plastic filter.
“Hey Mom,” I said.
“Yeah,” she said, blowing a puff of smoke.
“Do you think Grandpa would be proud?”
My mother took another puff, and then cracked a smile, “Definitely.”
Don Juan at 5! I can believe it. James was born a high class player, of this I am sure. I’d love to meet his family. His parents must have had their hands full when he was growing up. I can only guess what his sister went through with her friends crushing on her brother. I’m an only child, so I never had to worry about such, but I can imagine!
If you’d like to see The Wingman in person here’s a list of his upcoming shows!
Wayne, NJ
Friday, July 19th, 9 p.m.
Gabriel’s Restaurant
95 Mountain View Blvd.
Call 201-336-2486 for Tickets
Boston, Mass
Friday, July 26, 8 p.m.
West End Johnnie’s
138 Portland St.
Order tickets: http://wingman-boston.eventbrite.com
Philadelphia, PA
Saturday, August 17, 8 p.m.
Noche
1901 Chestnut St.
Order tickets: http://wingmanphillynoche.eventbrite.com
While you’re booking your tickets to his next show, how about listening to the music choices of the high class player:
Tips from #AskWingman
Creepin’ Advice For Men
If you take a girl on a date and don’t make a move she doesn’t think you’re nice, she thinks you’re gay.
The reason a girl gets dressed sexy, puts on uncomfortable heels, and spends a night buying expensive drinks instead of sitting in bed drinking cheap boxed wine is to get fucked.
Follow her into the bathroom. Even if she slaps you, kicks you in the balls, and has you arrested she’ll respect you for trying.
A spanking doesn’t have any sexual effect on a girl unless you leave a hand-print on her ass.
A woman’s orgasm isn’t physical, it’s mental.
Girls are torn between their sexual need to be treated like a whore, and their emotional need to think too much about it. What I’m saying is fuck her hard, spank her, pull her hair, choke her and call her a filthy little cum slut, then afterward eat Sushi and watch Netflix.
Eat em’ for twenty then you could fuck em’ for two, that’s how you get the stud status.
Don’t forget to cuddle because the more comfortable she is, the more likely she is to let you put it in her ass.
#AskWingman
For The Ladies…
Stop thinking so much… You’re a girl, every guy wants to fuck you.
You’d be happier, and more guys would buy drinks for you, if you left certain friends at home.
Every time you have the urge to have an independent thought you should have anal sex to take your mind off it.
Just because you want to be a fuck buddy doesn’t mean you have to be a whore.
You have Pussy Power, so to get what you want all you have to do is not put out. In other words, pussy power is about doing nothing.
The only reason women get fucked over by guys is because they don’t realize the power they have over guys.
No straight man wants to be just your friend. Being just friends with a girl is like jerking off without letting yourself cum.
Sucking dick without swallowing is like taking your dog for a walk and not picking up its shit.
Author Bio:
James Holeva, aka “The Wingman” is a filthy comedian/author/actor/lothario who enjoys having sex in bedrooms, backseats & bathroom stalls. His humorous, erotic, autobiographical novel “The Wingman Chronicles” has gained a legion of fans all over the world, and been described as a male version of fifty shades without the fantasy elements. The bad boy’s raw and in-your-face way with words extends to his energetic standup comedy shows which have more the atmosphere of a rock concert than a typical comedy show. In addition to his abilities as a writer, his shows are always different as he uses his charm and rapid-fire wit to keep the audience guessing, laughing, and blushing. Holeva sells out shows all over the country, answers sex questions in his #askwingman Q & A portion of the show and has his female fans fighting over being included in his signature on-stage spanking encore. He was voted 2013 reader’s choice best comedian by The Weekender readers.
As an actor he starred in “The Wingman” TV Pilot, which he also wrote and produced, and it just won Best Pilot at the Hoboken International Film Festival. Holeva is hard at work touring the United States doing standup, as well as writing and of course researching his next book. He’s currently working on putting together a film based on “The Wingman Chronicles,” as well as has plans to record a standup comedy DVD, and tour abroad. His meet and greet/book signings are as crazy as his shows as he usually signs as many boobs as he does books, and asses too of course.
Like “The Wingman” on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LetsGetCreepin?fref=ts
Twitter: www.twitter.com/wingmanbiz
YouTube: “The Wingman” TV award winning Pilot – http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D5T8vXGxJwDs&h=JAQHNnDc2
Latina Dirty Girl reading an excerpt from James’ book: http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Duwd5YRbWKSk%26feature%3Dyoutu.be&h=JAQHNnDc2
would easily pay more for his next book, James’ humor comes in ever facet. and you can’t not love this guy after getting to the raunchy nitty gritty in his Q&A sessions. 5 stars from me because it was that good. because who doesn’t want to read sexual exploits that really happened, you read the ones that didn’t really happen. open your mind and explore the wingman.