The trials of writing m/m romance and the joys
I love writing gay romance. For me, there is nothing more beautiful than falling in love, especially between two men. The hardest part is outside my immediate family and my best friend, no one even knows I write.
So when my first book came out, I didn’t really have anyone outside my family and my friend to share it with. And while my family is supportive, no one reads romance (except for my little sister who is 17 and is NOT allowed to read my books yet) so it didn’t really matter to them.
So I’ve built an online group of friends I can chat and have fun with and they are really awesome. I love the authors I’ve made friends with online and in person. And I could go on and on about the joys of writing m/m. I love writing sex and my characters are forever encouraging me to indulge writing them having sex.
I also love the moment when the couple (or threesome) realizes this is the person they have to be with. They’re in love and birds are singing. Okay, maybe I’m getting too fairytale-ish but that’s what I like to write. Cute, sexy man meets his Prince Charming.
Love isn’t always a fantasy but sometimes we have that day we take with us for the rest of our lives, through the heartache of our lives. For Tristan, that moment was when Jamie kissed him for the first time on that hot August day. And ten years later, he has the chance to fall in love again. Is he up to letting his heart go one more time?
Thank you, Victoria, for having me by! And I hope you all enjoy it.
I found it sad and horrible this was all my life boiled down to. At the end of all of it, I was trying to feel what I had felt when I looked at him. The anger bubbling up within me was simply the pain of being rejected that next morning.
I didn’t say a word to the provocation. I just finished my toast, which created a lump in my throat. I charged the bill to my room and then stood up. I took two steps, then leaned down so only he would hear me. “I don’t know if you are a closet case or what, but you don’t have to worry about me outing you. I’ll be your dirty little secret.” I took a deep breath to steady my voice. “Let’s just treat each other with some sort of civility.”
I couldn’t wait around for his agreement, because the way he looked up at me, those blue eyes of his wide and his lips parted, was driving me to the brink of insanity. I wanted to kiss him until I was drowning again. It took every ounce of strength to turn and walk away.