Six Sentence Sunday: SPLINTERS #6

I was recently inspired to write a bit about Al seeing — really seeing — Duke’s land. After coming back from vacation, I wanted to enhance what I’d written given some of the emotions are similar. Here’s what I decided on:

Duke takes my hand and leads me up a little incline where a tree leans with the direction of the wind. Looks like a tough old tree, telling off the wind because it’s not moving from this spot. It makes me think of the kind of people Duke is, living out here in the middle…of…

My brain just fumbles to a stop as I gaze over the land Duke’s brought me up here to see.

It’s so vast. I can see the horizon way out there. Is that the curve of the planet? Just gold and blue and specks of life, splashes of green and brown, the rolls of hills dotted with cloud shadows. I can hear the wind and my breath and my heart. The sun bakes down on me, and then Duke’s hand is squeezing mine.

Before now, cowboys were just sexy like denim and strength. This man beside me is so much more than any of that. I’m staring at the land, but I’m seeing him.

All my life, I’ve been the leaves on this tree, shaking in the wind, trying to hold on.

Duke is the roots.


Be sure to visit tomorrow because I have a guest post from LGBT YA author Madison Parker, and I might be doing something naked in it. And winning an acting award.

What? Both could totally happen ;)

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Six Sentence Sunday: SPLINTERS #5

When I went to write this story, I knew it would have things in it that were personal. I mean, it’s inevitable that I’ll draw on my own relationship experiences to write about someone else’s. So I did a little research into my relationship history by going back to a journal entry I wrote after the first time Jazz and I really made out. It sparked very many happy memories and I decided to give the experience to Allan.

I lick him and taste the faint salt of his skin. It hits me again, that unique sensation of tasting another person and completely loving the actual flavor of him. Nothing compares to putting my mouth on someone else, even so innocent a spot as his corded neck. I move to lick up his throat, slowly, firmly, and he swallows against my tongue. The breathy sound he makes spurs me on, tells me I’m doing good. I need the encouragement, his approval. My new lover. I smile against his skin, and he grunts a happy sound before pulling my head around to kiss me again.

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The Next Big Thing Blog Hop

Missy Welsh was nice enough to tag me last week for this fun little “blog hop” so I could give some information on my work-in-progress ;) So here we go:

What is the working title of your book?

Splinters

Where did the idea come from for the book?

This photo (NSFW) ;) It’s actually the opening scene of the story because my imagination just had to know how on earth this guy got here and why.

What is the genre of the book?

Erotic gay romance with sort of a suspenseful plot line and cowboys.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

I think Ben Barnes would be lovely as the main character, Allan Seville, but we’d have to shave his head and I don’t think he’d like that very much. I’ve always thought of Duke Walters, Al’s love interest, as a sort of cross between Tom Selleck and my Jazz. They’re both really handy during rescues, all kinds of cuddly and furry, and they have super cute grins.

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

(Oh this is going to be painful… {ahem} OK…) After 10 years as a model and one acting credit, Allan Seville is questioning whether his life is on the right track just before he finds himself drugged and abducted to the middle of nowhere and right into the arms of a kind, patient, wickedly sexy rancher willing to give Allan whatever he needs to be safe and happy.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency/publisher?

I’m still not sure yet. I’ve discovered pros and cons for both methods. I like having the freedom to do whatever I like by self-publishing, but the publishers have a wider audience for marketing. I guess it comes down to whether I want to write for the fun of it or for a profit, so I haven’t decided yet.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

I’m not done with a full first draft, but it’s been about a year’s worth of thinking, planning and writing.

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

OMG I wouldn’t! I don’t want to sound like I’m full of myself by picking books so much better than what this actually is.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

Well, the photo started the plot bunnies breeding, and then the people in my writing group encouraged me to keep going after I offered up the opening scene. I’ve always like writing, but never really thought I’d write a book until after I started blogging, so even more encouragement from commenters has helped me keep going too.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

Allan’s a fashion model who recently wrapped his first role in a movie and is out touring the country to promote that movie. He wakes up one morning in a field like in that photo, can’t remember a thing about how he got there, and soon discovers he’s on Duke Walters’ ranch when Duke unties him. It’s lust at first sight, but soon Duke is the only thing that makes Al feel safe while local law enforcement investigate Al’s abduction. The story’s mostly about Al and Duke getting to know each other, figure out what happened, and then, once the abductor is revealed, Al has some serious decisions to make about his future and whether Duke will be in it. I’m hoping it’ll be a snarky, sweet, sexy and satisfying read people won’t mind paying for.

Next week, L.C. Chase will have her “Next Big Thing” post ready to keep this hop going. Thanks for visiting! :D

Writing Love Scenes

Over the weekend, Jazz said he knew whenever I was writing something sexy because I nibble and lick my lips a lot. I wasn’t aware I was doing that. He kept catching me looking over at him too. But what’s a boy to do when half his inspiration is sitting over there looking all cuddly and I’m writing about a couple working their way toward making love for the first time? The man’s distracting. He does like it when I take a break for “research” though…

So today, since he’s back at work, I looked to music for some inspiration and I found “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” by Roberta Flack. She is just marvelous and the song makes me get a little choked up every time I hear it. Since I was trying to write the first time my characters make love, I listened to this on a loop and pretty much free-wrote whatever came to mind. I think I did a beautiful job, actually. I’m a bit proud. Needs a little polishing and not everything applies — even when Jazz isn’t here, he’s still around — but it turned me on and made me emotional. I thought I’d have a more difficult time writing a love scene, but this was a good experience.

When Christopher Met Herman

I was going to post a 6-Sentence Sunday from Splinters, but then realized I’ve got very little new written in there. School’s slowed that down and being broken has slowed it down even more. I think I won’t really be able to get into Splinters again until after the cast comes off and finals are done next month. Thankfully, I’ll have a whole month off before Spring semester starts, so I’ll concentrate on writing then.

In the meantime, I’m breaking my previous rule about not posting anything from my writing class until it was over. It’s been weeks since I turned this one in, so I doubt anyone’s still looking for it–if they ever were. So, this is that assignment where I wrote about the first time two characters meet. I haven’t written anything more on it, but I’ve got lots of notes on where I see them going. Definite drama, definite HEA.

Oh and Christopher is a good example of an effeminate gay IMHO ;) Read more of this post

Just a Giant THANK YOU

My reaction to too much stress is exhaustion. I won’t lie and say I didn’t have some anxiety about my posts yesterday because I so did. That jumpy-jittery feeling all day, wanting to look at comments and not wanting to, and then yawning like my jaw had come unhinged.

Then we get home last night and I was standing in the living room, probably weebling a little, and Jazz is like “go take a nap until dinner.” I thought that was a good idea, turned to head upstairs, and fell over the arm of the couch. “I think I’ll stay here,” I said, and Jazz was nice enough to cover me up. :) I woke up an hour and a half later to Jazz ladling out Mama Bear’s grilled cheese and tomato bisque soup :D (Her leftovers mysteriously disappeared once and we ration the heckfire out of this ambrosia usually, but last night we totally splurged. We even had toasty croutons!)

Now that I’m not stressed out anymore, I’m looking back, reading the comments again, and just so in love with all the support, understanding, agreements, and conversations. It seriously warms me up and makes me feel like we accomplished something. I’m going to hold onto that and echo Brad’s comment from the C&D post by carrying over the celebration of all the wonderful varieties of gay men in fiction into one of the things I’m grateful for this Thanksgiving.

There are some comments I still want to reply to in here and over there, but then I’ll be offline until after the holiday. I hope you all have a fantastic Thanksgiving Day tomorrow and that you’re all sweet little angels while shopping on Friday. Try, anyway ;)

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