Ok. So this novella is comin out this week and I'm really in love with these guys and am hoping that everyone likes their story. Fair warning, it's not as emotional as On The Dock. But that's because it's a totally different type of story with its own brand of angst. So in preparation for their story, Wide Awake, I thought I'd introduce you guys to Tyler and Mark via photo. Then if you read further I've posted an excerpt!
<3 this effing photo! gah! So these are our guys. Mark (r) and Tyler (l). *swoon* They were awesome to write and even funner to look at. Haha. Gah at that smile on Tyler.
And now i give you excerpt love (aka The Prologue):
couldn’t believe it when I saw him across the room. This man whom I had known
my whole life and harboured a crush on for years was across the room from me,
in that place of all places. A gay bar.
If he was gay it
was news to me. And I was definitely praying he was, had been for a long damn
He was as
stunning as the last time I had seen him. His tuft of brown hair was looking
more fashionably dishevelled in this setting than his typically neatly cropped
look that he wore in his uniform. I guess that was to be expected after he left
his job months ago, which was also the last time I had seen him. His eyes held
a sparkle when he spotted me that I had not seen in them before. And they found
mine looking at him from the bar.
chance encounter in the club the night before had ended with us in his new
studio apartment in midtown Atlanta. I was adjusting my eyes remembering the
night before, and had just registered whose bed I was in this morning. A small
flush of shame soon turned to a warm need as his hand caressed the small of my
morning, Tyler.” His voice held sleep and I stretched like a cat under his soft
caresses of my back then turned to look at him. His green eyes were warm but he
looked like he was uncertain as to whether I would bolt now that I was no
longer inebriated. I swallowed the small amount of guilt that I was feeling and
gave into the fantasy that was this moment. I had wanted to see that sleepy
gaze since I realized I was in love with this man five years ago while visiting
home from college.
years ago. Four years before he left his wife. The first night I saw a human
being and an equal rather than someone who had been a bit of a mystery to me my
whole adolescent life. I think I was
probably the only person who still held this man in kind resolve. I hoped that
was not the only reason I was in his bed.
I could not fathom it because we had never figured out why he left his wife.
Everyone had been so busy being angry that they had not realized that this was
why the man was so upset that he had up and left behind everything he had known.
I guess the road to happiness was a long and complicated one for some people,
but for every guilty thought I had about what we had done I had always
recognized an innate loneliness in him that made me feel connected to him. Taking
away someone’s loneliness was never shameful. And this was him.
was in Mark Riley’s bed. And that was inexplicably the best thing that had
happened in my short life. And he was smiling at me like that.
looked at the clock on the bedside table and winced. “More like afternoon, you
laughed gently. “So. Surprise. I’m gay.”
look at him was sarcastic. “Well, I think the soreness in my ass is testament
to that statement, Mr. Riley.” I meant the Mr. Riley as a joke but he had to
stop himself from recoiling. I placed a gentle hand on his chest. “Hey, I was
just joshin’ you.”
no more Mr. Riley, okay, Ty. I already feel like I just officially proved their
mid-life crisis theory.” He rolled onto his back and rubbed his hands over his
assholes.” I said, pulling his hands from his face and looked into his eyes. Oh
those green eyes that were always so serious looked like a weight had been
lifted, even in his moment of uncomfort. “You seem so—less serious.”
don’t have to defend me. I know I made
some bad decisions. I just can’t believe you’re here.”
huffed and smiled. “Ditto. And besides. I’m 27. I’m not some kid. And you’re only thirty-eight. I’ve
been with older. I am a lawyer. Most
of the guys I’ve dated have been other attorneys I’ve worked with.” He looked
why did you approach me last night? I wouldn’t have freaked at seeing you, but
why did you come to me?”
blushed. “I’ve had crush on you since my 21st birthday party.” It
was his turn to blush. That night he had had a row with his wife over the
alcohol Andy had consumed. It was probably one of a handful of times I had
actually seen him at home. One of his ex wife’s biggest complaints was that he
was married to the job. He was never home. I only knew of him for the longest
time from hearing him mentioned around the home when I was hanging out there.
knew he was a cop, and I knew he was high up. He was always busy with some
case. The Riley’s always seemed to be fighting about it. On the phone, the few
times I’d seen the man in person; it was almost tradition that they disrupt a
neighborhood barbeque. Don’t get me wrong, I liked his ex wife, Jackie, but I
never had understood their still being married.
That night Mark had been so flustered and I
thought he looked lonelier than anyone I had ever seen. As he was sitting on
the swing set in their back yard smoking a cigarette I decided to finally get
to know the man. So I took him a beer and sat next to him. He didn’t have his
well put-together Detective Mark Riley façade on that night. He was just Mark.
In fact that was the night he said to drop the Mr. Riley bit and just call him Mark.
We had talked a lot. About my dreams of law school and that he was thinking of
leaving the force.
Three years later he had quit the force, and
the next year left his wife without really giving a reason other than saying
that it was time. No one understood but I always remembered that night on the
swing set and guess I just got it.
I truly understood. And had benefitted from it, even though no one would really
understand my newfound involvement, either.
flattering.” He rubbed a finger down my cheek, looking at me like he was
then my cell phone started blaring.
dug in my jeans and he gave my ass a gentle slap, but he stopped looking so
playful when I sat bolt upright staring at my phone’s display.
“Shit.” I thought it bore verbalizing.
He sighed. I shushed him as I answered.
up, Andy?” I tried not to sound guilty.
fuck that. You’re late! Our moms and your sister are here waiting for you for
this lunch that was your idea and you’re the fucker that’s running late.”
know, man. I just got—hung up.” I suck at excuses. Andy just gave a grunt that
meant he was smirking.
tell the flavour of the day to put his dick in his pants, you have family
obligations.” And he hung up. I looked over at Mark shame faced.
all doing lunch. Me, my family and yours.” I completely understood the guilt
playing out on his face because I felt it too.
His son, Andy, though four years my junior, is my best friend.
27 year old Tyler Marcus has always done the right thing. He's intelligent, quiet, made good grades and went on to become a celebrated civil rights attorney. But the one thing he has always wanted was the one man he should not.
Mark Riley realized at 33 that his life was not what it should have been. He'd been in a marriage of responsibility, raising his son that was a teenage mistake, taken the job his father had pushed on him on the police force and had been miserably drifting along, until one night his teenage son's friend was visiting from college and woke him from his miserable slumber. Tyler Marcus changed Mark's life with a simple act of kindness and with one chance meeting 5 years later may also end up giving him the world.
Wowzers. It seems like it's been go, Go, GO! Here for me for the last few weeks. Christmas was meh, then there was New Years Eve/New Years where I inexplicable ended up in the backwoods of Washington state after being the Snooki of the Pacific Northwest all over town.
Well, here we go. First deadline. I'd resolved to get this novella I've been working on out by mid January so the clock is ticking and boy am I feeling it.You'd think for something I'm self publishing I wouldnt give myself fucking heart palpitations by giving myself a deadline, but c'mon. It's a tricky business, and self publishing makes me nervous because I'm super in love with these guys (Mark and Tyler) that I'm dying to get their story right and to get it out there (and hope yall don't hate it). I'm gonna drop the blurb on it ASAP.
Oh yeah, I turned 25 yesterday, with some help from great friends ;) Yall make life sweet, and encourage this silly fascination with M/M lovin' in which refuse to partake of in any way other than fiction.