Moving almost every three years, I've had a range of day jobs that included everything from working for one of the worlds largest banks as an auditor to turning wrenches as an outboard repair mechanic. I've always regretted that we only get one life and have tried to cram as much as I can into this one. Throughout it all, I've always read books, feeding my need to dream and fantasize about what could be.
An avid reader since childhood, as a latchkey kid I'd spend hours at the library earning those shiny stars the librarian would paste up on the board after my name. I credit my grandmother's yearly visits as the beginning of my obsession with romances. When she'd come, she'd bring stacks of romance books, the old fashion kind that didn't have sex in them. Imagine my shock when I went to the used bookstore and found out what really could be in a romance novel.
I've working on my own stories for years and have found a particular love of erotic romances. In this genre, women are no longer confined to a stereotype and plots are no longer constrained to the rational. I love the anything goes mentality and letting my imagination run wild. I hope you enjoyed running with me and will consider picking up another book and coming along for another adventure.
So, you're a new author and Siren is publishing your first two books. How does that feel? Yeah and hopefully several more to come. It feels like being over the moon and very scared that it's all an illusion. Strangely enough, I think my mother might be more excited than I am. She's been listening to me talk about my story ideas and writing for years. I think she has that parent's pride at their child accomplishing something.
I never really thought about publishing. I just had to write. Most the people I know daydream or fantasize. They say that they'd love to write, but they try and nothing comes out. For me, I daydream in words. As images play out in my mind, there's like this internal voice that is reading the scene from some imaginary book. That builds up until it spills out and you just have to write it down. It was really my mother who pushed me to try to publish.
She's been after me to do it for years, but I held off. Then e-books started rolling out and I reconsidered. It's nothing against print because my books will go into print at Siren. It just always seemed so daunting to submit to traditional print publishers. It was just easier for me to take the chance when all I had to do was e-mail a publisher. It made it easier to take that step. I do love e-books. They have three big benefits for me. I can take my reader anywhere and have access to my whole library. There is instant gratification for the most part.
You want a book, you download it, no waiting for shipping or driving to the bookstore. Also, I move around a lot. It's nice to cut down on the heavy boxes of books. What was the biggest obstacle you had to overcome to become an author? Probably the biggest was and still is that I'm not good with grammar. I edit most books five or six times trying to catch all the mistakes before I submit. Then the publisher sends it back and I see how many I missed. The other biggest obstacle for me personally was lack of focus. For years I would start one story, then get half way through it, then I would become obsessed in another story.
Suddenly at thirty I had five books all half written. I recognized the problem and forced myself to finish what I started. I keep a schedule now for when certain things are to be done a personal timeline. Also, I always work on two stories at the same time to allow myself a break from one story, but not to get lost writing five.
No ritual to my days, but I do have what could be called a ritual to the way I write. I'm an outline baby. I outline a story and write it in that order. Going to a wilderness resort by himself was probably not his best idea, but then artist Beau Green arrives to make everything even more complicated. Having sex with a dude, but Beau is everything his ex is not—kind, strong, and intelligent. Unfortunately, Flynn is straight, and falling for a man might be one disaster too many for him to handle. Dumped at the altar.
Owns custom car shop with father. Does high quality portraits, and celebrity portraits. Raised by single father. Mother died in childbirth. Liam is done with love, but his daughter Portia has other plans. When he arrives to pick her up from college, she sets him up with her friend Charlie, and merrily heads off to her internship without them. Charlie thought he liked girls. He likes Liam, and he wants to hook up as soon as possible, and maybe not ever let go.
Bisexual, divorced, and not looking for love. Owns a nightclub in Las Vegas. Just graduated from college, and is looking for a job.
Ethan Clementine may be hot and oh-so-talented, but Sebastian has no desire to join the mile high club, or so he tells himself. The truth is that he misses playing music, and he would love to fall in love with the right guy, but everyone knows Ethan is into women. So what does he do when he meets sexy flight attendant Sebastian? Ethan Duke Clementine , 33 years old, shaggy dark hair, electric blue eyes, rock star extraordinaire, looking for peace. Sebastian Hunter , 23 years old, short brown hair, brown eyes, working a dead end job to pay the bills, would rather be making music.
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Read the rest of the review. When Ethan finally lifted his head, Sebastian gasped, barely able to catch his breath. His cock was so fucking hard he was afraid he would go off in his pants. What a stupid question. Ethan rolled his hips again. He wanted to suck Ethan off. He wanted to fuck him. Sebastian laughed, then moaned when Ethan leaned in closer. There had been literally no hint of Ethan being bisexual anywhere in the media, so for him to do this now, and with Sebastian, shocked the hell out of him. Ethan had a collection of tattoos scattered across his body, and though nothing Sebastian saw was new to him—the musician had done a number of interviews with photos of his body spread in glossy high definition across numerous platforms—there was something entirely shocking about being able to touch instead of just look.
He slid his fingers inside. Sebastian gasped when those fingers brushed against his cock. He tugged on it. Sebastian nearly tore it in his hurry to get it off his body.
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Sebastian jammed the heel of his hand against his mouth, hips jerking. What if I push into his throat? He needs to be able to sing. He reached down and pulled Ethan up. Sebastian stared as Ethan stripped off the rest of his clothes. Ethan leaned over and carefully moved his guitar to the seat behind him, brushing his fingers over the strings as he let go. The sound of a chord lingered in the air, quietly tantalizing.
His blue eyes had darkened with arousal. He swallowed thickly as Ethan went to his knees. Ethan shook his head. And what happens when a terrible betrayal forces them to fight to keep each other alive? Theo paused on the trail.
He could see the trailhead just up ahead. Julio had already reached the trailhead, and Theo knew he was checking out the car. They were as alone as they were going to get right now. He knew that even if Guy enjoyed the kiss, there would be some serious questions for his soulmate to wade through before he came out the other side. Guy had just spent most of his life thinking he was straight, and denying the feelings that were buried deep all along. He shook off the bad memories. Now was not the time to dredge up that emotional shitstorm. Guy laughed, as Theo had intended. Guy ran a hand over the back of his neck.
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There was nothing to straighten up or wipe or prep.
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He watched her fiddle with the coffeepot before strapping it down. He shook his head. I want to remember her, you know? Darlene pulled him into a quick hug. Maybe this client will be some hot guy and you can practice flirting with him. He splayed a hand on his chest. I want to use my free time to focus on my music. She smirked at him, and he decided that since he was never going to win an argument with her, he might as well shut up now. Darlene immediately stopped fussing and stood at relaxed attention. He inhaled deeply, and then exhaled, counting to ten. He was used to working on commercial flights filled with beleaguered masses of exhausted travelers.
Sebastian shook his head. A sudden beeping had him turning to the cockpit. The copilot, Phil, pointed to his ear.
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The pilot frowned, then leaned over and grabbed his headset. She glanced at Sebastian. I need a partner on these transatlantic flights. Vinair is a good company. She smiled briefly and then ran down the steps. She headed into the terminal just as the doors of the Ferrari opened. Sebastian grimaced as he watched the two men extract their luggage and head for the plane.
Yeah, not for you. And maybe it is, for people like this, Sebastian thought, trying to mentally adjust his thinking. He started down the stairs to help with the luggage.
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The moment his feet hit the tarmac, he smiled at the two men. Let me get your luggage for you, sir. The guy wore a blue short-sleeved button-down shirt, thin leather bracelets, and a beautiful silver necklace with a bird charm that nestled in the hollow of his throat. His black jeans were tight, and perfectly paired with a worn pair of shit-kicker boots. He wore his hair relatively short, and had a bit of stubble going on along his jawline.
Sebastian suppressed a grimace. He hated the way the required uniform made him look: He sounds familiar, Sebastian thought as the client turned to the other guy and took the suitcase from him. He grinned when the other man gave him the finger. He seems nice enough, Sebastian thought, a little less nervous. Still, something about him nagged at Sebastian. Rob waited at the top for them. Best get my mind on my job and not on the client. Sunglasses guy lifted an eyebrow. The man laughed out loud. Just call me Ethan. Could it be— Sebastian stared, and then mentally kicked himself into motion.
He followed the man up the stairs. There was no way this guy was Ethan Duke Clementine, rock star musician.
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Duke Clementine was known for his long hair and his electric blue eyes. Sebastian nearly tripped over his own feet. The bodyguard had snuck up on him, carrying a battered guitar case. Plastered across one half were a plethora of stickers from around the world: Milan, New York, Hong Kong, and more. That guitar case had seen a lot of the world. He had a case plastered with stickers just like it at home. Sebastian paused at the entrance to the plane, speculating. Could he be gay? The pilot had already ducked back into the cockpit, and Ethan was strolling down the length of the plane, bag in hand.
Holy moly, Sebastian thought, shocked into stillness. I must be dreaming, right? His thoughts scattered as he stepped back into the plane. If Ethan really was Duke Clementine, the musician had cut his hair, and it had rendered him completely unrecognizable. And he was shorter than he looked in interviews, and a hell of a lot thinner. For as long as Sebastian had been aware of Duke as an artist, the man had sported shoulder-length locks.
The man had yet to take off his sunglasses. That voice… Sebastian flushed. Let me get your bag, sir. Ethan held out the bag, and Sebastian stowed it in the cabinet near the galley. Or I can put it in the closet. Even so, his hands trembled slightly, knowing that he might be holding onto the guitar that had been responsible for the vast majority of his favorite songs. Even if it is Duke Clementine, keep it together.