Plot bunnies and frustrations

Hey, you guys :)

I’ve been quiet for a while, and that’s because a plot bunny attacked me. The timing was awful, just horrible, but I couldn’t help it.

Let’s end this blog post on a good note, so I’ll do the bad news first.

Chase and Remy (for the Aftermath sequel) are two very frustrating men. I’m thanking whatever higher deity that floats your boat it’s not writer’s block, but damn, they’re not easy to have in my head. The story has grown to the point where it’s going to be longer than Aftermath, and I’ve been struggling to even get the two in the same room. But if I already have their whole lives mapped out up here *taps temple,* there’s nothing I can do but trudge forward and try to find a way for Chase and Remy to kiss and make up on their terms.

I wish, as the friggin’ writer, I could control that. Stupid thing called realism.

I’m rambling.

Outcome is still my priority, but I did take a break when this other plot bunny attacked, which means there’s been a delay on Chase and Remy. I’m back to it now though, and I have about half the story written. I hope to have it ready for editing in a month or so. *crosses fingers*

Now, the good news.

That plot bunny. It brought me Cory and Flynn, and their story was easy to write. So easy. It’s already with my editor, and it will be published on April 5th on Amazon.

Here’s the cover

Genre: M/M, erotica/romance.

Word count: Approximately 46 000. (Some 180 Word pages.)

Lisa, my editor, is currently helping me with a summary–she rocks at those–so in the meantime, here’s an excerpt.

oOo

He clears his throat and wipes a hand down his gray slacks, then extends it. “I’m Flynn Wright. Nice to meet you.”

I shake his hand firmly. Clammy. Nice, long fingers. “Cory Matthews.” My smile feels a little more genuine now. The kid—Flynn…may be the hottest nerd I’ve ever seen. “You mentioned something about overhearing?”

“Correct.” He blows out a breath and pushes a few locks of his dirty blond hair away from his forehead. “I’m aware of the fact that this topic doesn’t fall under social norms, so I apologize for any awkwardness on my part.” A stiff smile. “I only caught the gist of it, but are you looking for work?”

“That’s right,” I admit reluctantly.

“Okay. Okay.” He nods shortly. “Do y-you have high standards?” A small bead of sweat trickles down his temple, distracting me. It’s a hot July day, but the bar is air-conditioned. “Or high morals, for that matter.” That last part was mumbled.

I furrow my brow, repeating his words. What the fuck? Glancing around me, I chuckle. I can feel the crease of confusion in my forehead.

“I wouldn’t have sex for money, if that’s what you mean.” I cock my head as he averts his green eyes to the floor. “Kid, if this is your idea of small talk, I’m afraid it needs some work.”

His gaze snaps up again, eyes wider. For some reason, his face falls slightly before it’s back to composed. “Kid.” Or as composed as he’s capable of. “Oh, okay. Right. Yes. I see.” I don’t. He scratches a point above his eyebrow. Then he squeezes his eyes shut for a single second. He’s clearly struggling with something. “I’m g-going to ask anyway, and then we c-can forget all of this once you’ve said no.” He speaks in a rush. “I have a job offer, but it’s not for everybody.” He sucks in a quick breath.

I blink. I’m not fucking slow, but this Flynn guy is a handful. I’m kinda worried he’s gonna have a stroke, and he’s way too young for that.

“What kind of job offer?” I’ve had some seedy gigs before, so I’m not gonna say no before I know what it is.

“It’s, um… Is there any way we can speak in private?” He gestures to a table in the corner. “It’s better if I show you.”

I look over to where Tammy is, preferring an opinion right now, but she’s busy with customers. Fuck it. I have nothing to lose, so I agree and grab my stuff before I follow Flynn to his table.

My eyes trail south on the way, and I stifle a sigh of longing at the sight of his tight ass.

It’s been too fucking long.

Too bad I’m a chickenshit and can’t bring myself to get back in the dating game.

Flynn sits down and pulls out a tablet from his messenger bag, quickly powering it up while I get comfortable.

“I run a website,” he explains, tapping away on the touch screen. “It’s about, ah, exhibition—just to warn you.”

I grin, a little nervous myself now. “I watch porn, but I have no interest in starring.” It’s been ages since I had the opportunity to watch, though. It’s not like I have constant access to the internet. Or a computer.

“Okay.” He swallows hard, and his hand is trembling as he slides his tablet to my side of the table. “This is the site.”

Resting my forearms on the table, I lean forward and focus on the screen. Public Display of More. Dot com. I peer up at Flynn real quick before the screen has my attention again. “Is there a voyeur in you? Or are you the one who would like an audience in the bedroom?”

It’s a website about voyeurism?

This guy doesn’t strike me as…kinky.

oOo

Interested in reading more about Cory and Flynn? Check in every day, ’cause I’ll be posting a daily teaser here on the blog until it goes live on Amazon on April 5th :)

As soon as I have the summary, I’ll add the book to Goodreads, too.

So…I’ll just get back to Chase and Remy now!

Cheers,

Cara