That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance-passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions-and to let them evolve. There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.Įvery book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. The love story-while a huge draw and constantly present-is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. Hadn’t I seen that before? I assumed it was the submissive guy who had his wrist in someone’s hold, and he had a small snake that slithered up along the side of his thumb. I clicked on a photo displaying two hands, one gripping the wrist of the other, and I squinted at a small tattoo. Without revealing any details or features, the picture had peacefulness written all over it. One hinted at a man kneeling in front of another, and he had his cheek resting against the dominant man’s thigh. When they had babysitters, Greg was a Daddy Dom who called Moshe his little boy.Īll the photos on this account were black-and-white, not to mention heavily shadowed. By day, Greg and Moshe worked in accounting and education, and they raised two children together. I had two friends who were into this too. I scrolled down a little, because why not, and shifted in my seat. My account was essentially the official account for the Initiative, and God forbid a student checked out who I followed.

I clicked on the profile and felt my eyebrows crawl up toward my hairline.ĭefinitely a random NSFW user. I didn’t recognize the other follower, not the username or the profile photo. A couple new followers, one of whom was a student. Taking a swig of my beer, I returned to my notifications to see if there was anything else. Their dynamic grabbed hold of Anthony and reeled him in before he even heard the magic word. But when he met August and his much younger husband Camden, every plan and all rational thought flew out the window. Hopefully, this vacation would reenergize him, and maybe a cooking class with celebrity chef August King could end Anthony’s reign as the only Italian in Brooklyn who couldn’t boil water. Nashville was a long way from New York and his everyday life that’d lost all color lately. When it seemed like everyone around Anthony Fender was reaching a goal or falling in love, he blamed an early midlife crisis for throwing him far outside of his comfort zone. Genres: Adult, Contemporary, LGBTQ+, Romance

We Have Till Monday by Cara Dee