PLOT BUNNIES!!!

They're trying to kill me.
I mean, really!
There I am, happily typing away, engrossed in my latest WIP - the first book in the new BDSM series Secrets that Parker Williams and I are co-writing - and up pops a deceptively cute, fluffy little creature with big eyes, a little cottontail - and an idea for a book....
Another one.
In the last two days I had two of the little furry bastards - TWO - interrupt me in full flow.
And with two very different books.
Want to see what I mean?

Okay, the first one did come to me while watching a scene from a *cough* porn site *cough*.
No title as yet, but that will have to change before I start writing - it's a quirk: no title, no typing...


When Max lost his son, brother and sister-in-law to a car crash, his whole world collapsed, but he lived through the grief to emerge stronger. He started up a counselling group for those friends who’d also lost loved ones, and in turn helped a lot of people. Okay, so there’s no one special in his life, but he’s doing just fine. A little lonely, perhaps, and his weekly meetings have become a lifeline. He certainly didn’t expect to find himself attracted to another man.

Davy was in a car crash with his parents, who died at the scene. He survived, but without the use of his legs. There’s a whole lot of guilt brewing inside him, and he’s not coping well with either the loss of his parents or his ability to walk. When a friend suggests a counselling group, Davy reluctantly agrees to give it a try. It can’t hurt, right? That is, if he can work out how to get the damn wheelchair he’s now trapped in up to the apartment where they’re holding the goddamn meeting…

Davy sees Max as a father figure, someone who knows where he’s coming from. Someone to share his dating woes with as he tries to step out of his comfort zone for the first time. Davy is starting to discover that getting a second date when all they can see is the wheelchair, is pretty impossible. But as he and Max grow closer, Davy realizes that he wants the older, handsome man – in his life and in his bed. Of course, two things stand in the way of that goal – Max being straight, and that damn chair… Because why should Max prove different to every other man Davy’s been interested in?


And then this one came to me in a restaurant in the south of France while I was visiting my Dad. 'Luke' was a real person, as were his dinner guests - the rest was my imagination...


Jonathon isn’t regretting his last-minute decision to fly to Montpellier in the south of France. Of course, it would be better if he was there on his honeymoon as originally planned, but hey, what do you do when you catch your shit of a fiancé in bed with your best friend? His now ex-fiancé raved about the French city, so Jonathon decides, what the hell – he needs a break anyway, and there's the ticket just sitting there, not to mention the hotel room. And the mature hot guy on the flight certainly made the journey fly by. Too bad Jonathon didn’t get up enough nerve to actually speak to him. But when he grabs some lunch before he can check into his hotel, he spots the gorgeous guy again – meeting with a young woman wearing an engagement ring, and two older women. Jonathon spends his time coming up with all kinds of scenarios to explain what he’s seeing.

Luke is not having a good day. He’d been dreading this for months, and now that it’s really happening… Oh, he’s overjoyed for his daughter, and he can’t wait to meet the man she’s marrying in a week’s time. But having to put up with his ex-wife – and the woman she left him for – is proving too difficult a prospect to swallow. He’d do anything to wipe that smug look off her face. When the meal is over, he spots the young man from his flight that morning. An invitation to share a drink – and their woes – leads to Jonathon making a surprise – but deliciously wicked – suggestion: why not take him to the wedding as Luke’s boyfriend? Luke is already grinning at the thought of Marie’s expression…

Then Jonathon’s plans take a downward dive when he gets to his hotel. It seems someone else has already checked into his room – with a guest…


In case you were wondering?
This happens a LOT. I have a folder full of these.
I get asked where I get my ideas from.
That's easy - EVERYWHERE.
I take a shower - in pops an idea.
I take a walk. I watch TV. I read the paper / a magazine article / you name it...

Now, let me make one thing very clear.
I don't mind the plot bunnies. After all, where would I be without them?
What bugs me is why they couldn't bring me a few more hours in the day at the same time...