Thursday, March 27, 2014

Day 27 brings Brien Michaels, two giveaways and a brief hijack.

Okay, so I have to hijack this space briefly from the 9 Years of Sommer party for just a minute tosay....yay! Lost in You is officially out in the US and the UK. I am beside myself. Which is interesting before you've really had coffee. Two of you sitting right next to each other vibrating over a new release? Spectacular!


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Now back to the regularly scheduled blog post which is the last guest day for this party. Brien Michaels is here because he has a brand new release too. How exciting is that?

I've been bumping into Brien online for years and he's always so sweet. He was the first person to send me a picture of my book The Best of Sommer Marsden from a bookstore...in print. I still have that picture somewhere. I was so damn excited it was ridiculous. I'll always be grateful for that picture :)

Brien's choosing two winners so make sure you comment for a chance to win and make sure you *leave your email address so we can contact you if you win.

Speaking of winners...my winner of yesterday's big-ass box set is...t'Sade! That should make Fluffy happy, right? t'Sade, Abi will be contacting you shortly. Congrats! Everyone was entered in the grand prize draw which is...TOMORROW! Wow, time flies when you're having fun.

XOXO
Sommer

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In honor of the birthday girl (three cheers for Sommer!) I’m going to spend a little time today talking about births. In this case, the birth of a series. I’ve blogged, rather extensively, in the past about how the first book in the Sexy College Studs series, As Long As You’re Mine, came to be. But something I’ve rarely said is that it was intended to be a one-shot. I wrote the book for a submission call about the men who buy rentboys and that was just supposed to be the end of it. But when I sold the book to Loose Id, my plans changed.

Shortly after I signed my contract on As Long As You’re Mine, I saw that LI had a call open for holiday stories. I hadn’t written one in a couple years so I thought to myself, eh, I’ll write something for it. I’d already had an idea for a story floating around in my head that would fit perfectly for the holidays. But when I sat down to try to write I spent like three days staring at a blank page. And any author will tell you that three days can easily feel like a lifetime. Especially when there’s a deadline looming. At any rate, I was packing for a trip to New Orleans for the Authors After Dark conference and listening to music, as I usually do, when the song that inspired the idea for the story popped up in my shuffle. So I got to thinking about the book again.

How, I asked myself, could I get this man who’d never really believed in love to meet someone who changes his perception of everything? As I was contemplating, I got the first round of edits on As Long As You’re Mine and that’s when it hit me. I could have my hero meet this guy over the phone. The idea of phone sex had worked for me before, so why not try it again? I still didn’t think of it as the second book in a series, though, until one of my co-workers read a rough version of As Long As You’re Mine and demanded to know more about the phone sex line Zac worked for. I went to write with her requests in mind, and this time the words flowed like they hadn’t in a very long time. I loved the way it was coming along and so did my editor and she bought it before I’d even finished writing it.

And so Not Like the Movies came to be. I had a guy, too painfully awkward to be in the type of relationship a college guy would expect, and another who was tired of getting the same results with everything in his life. Chris and Jay had chemistry like no other characters I’d written and they really seemed to jump off the page, and I truly don’t think that would have happened if I hadn’t introduced the Sexy College Studs thread to the story. Because, honestly, who doesn’t love phone sex?

What are some of your favorite series? And could you tell from the first book that it would be a series? Every comment will enter you into my giveaway. One person will win a copy of the first book in the Sexy College Studs series: As Long As You’re Mine. I’ll also choose a second winner, who’ll receive a copy of the first book in my Stories of Us series: Can’t Make You Love Me.

Blurb for Not Like the Movies:

Jay has spent the last decade in front of a computer. He watches movies, taking everything he knows from them. But lately he’s started to want more. Including a one night stand with his super-hot roommate Chris. Starting off slow, he’s called the Sexy College Studs hotline, and the sexy sounding Duke.

Chris has had everything handed to him his entire life, but college life is tough. In an effort to earn more cash, he’s been working for Sexy College Studs. On the phone, he goes by the name Duke and is in high demand, with more repeat customers than any other guy in the company. But his clients bore him. Except the mysterious Kyle, the guy with the strange fascination with movies, who wants him for companionship, not just sex.

When Jay and Chris find out each other’s true identities, it’s weird for both of them, but Chris is up for the challenge. He wants a month to prove to Jay that true love isn’t what you see in the movies. But he falls for Jay harder than he expected. If he wins, he gets the relationship he’s always craved, but if he loses, he could lose Jay forever.

Blurb for Can’t Make You Love Me:

It’s just a crush…right?

Sean has had a serious crush on Dylan for years, he's just never known how to tell him. So when the opportunity arises to show Dylan how he really feels, how is Sean supposed to resist?

It doesn't matter how straight Dylan is, he knows attraction when he feels it. The only problem is that things seem to be progressing further than he'd like, and Sean shows no signs of turning back. Dylan needs to make a choice—and the sooner, the better—because the longer he waits, the more likely things will get out of hand. But how can he turn away his best friend without losing...his best friend?

Excerpt from Not Like the Movies:

“What if I told you I was afraid?”
Duke chuckled softly on the other end of the phone. “Afraid of what?”
Jay sat silent for a long moment. He picked at a stray thread in his comforter as he pondered his answer. “Being left alone.”
“News flash, dude, you kind of are alone. Unless there’s a boyfriend you didn’t tell me about. ’Cause you know three-ways are extra.”
“I thought you said this one was off the clock.”
“Relax. I was only joking.”
Jay lay back and let Duke’s easygoing baritone calm his racing thoughts. He wondered how he sounded to Duke. Before the two of them had started talking, Jay downloaded an app that gave him the voice of someone else, just in case Duke didn’t like the voice he already had. “I don’t know. My whole life has been ‘Leave or get left.’ With everything. So it makes sense that it would transfer to my love life too.”
“You know what I think?” Duke grunted as though he had sat up in bed. “I think you’re full of it. No one wants to get dumped, but it happens. It’s stupid if you’re gonna hurt somebody who might actually be into you just because they can’t live up to impossible expectations.”
“Impossible expectations?”
“Yeah. That leave-or-get-left thing might be part of your problem, but we’ve been talking long enough that I think I’ve figured out what the real one is.”
“Really?” Jay sat up himself, intrigued. “And what might that be?”
“You keep watching all these fucking movies, and then you’re disappointed when these guys in real life aren’t the heroes you want them to be. Life isn’t a romantic comedy. There isn’t always a happily-ever-after around the corner if you work hard enough for it.”
“But why couldn’t there be? Why can’t the perfect guy be waiting somewhere for me right now?”
“I’m not saying he isn’t. And I’m not saying it can’t happen. All I’m trying to say is that it’s not guaranteed. And there are some really good guys out here you could be missing out on because you’re expecting too much.”
Jay thought about that. Maybe Duke had a point.
Duke grunted again. “Do me a favor?”
“Sure.” As if he even had to ask. Something about the way Duke’s voice washed over Jay always made him extra receptive. He was starting to think maybe he had a thing for deep voices.
“Close your eyes.”
Jay did as instructed. “Okay.”
“Imagine me and you are together. Like together, together.”
“I don’t even know what you look like.”
“That’s why you’re supposed to use your imagination, doofus. Make me up.”
A body appeared in Jay’s mind’s eye. Exceedingly ordinary at first, but the more Jay thought of Duke, the more it took shape. Deep-cut abs, pecs you could bounce quarters off, sky-blue eyes, shaggy blond hair. “Okay.”
“So we’ve been going out awhile, right? Everything is going great until you find out…I dunno, I have a drug problem or something. We fight about it a few times, and I swear I’ll stop. Because I don’t wanna lose you, right? But then you come home one day and find me doing it again. Then there’s this huge blowup, and there are lots of fuck-yous and I-hate-yous and baby-I’m-sorrys being thrown around. So you storm out and tell me it’s over, right? What do you expect me to do then?”
It took Jay a moment to pull himself back to reality. He’d been so wrapped up in Duke’s scenario that he’d found himself getting angry over this made-up problem. “I’d expect you to follow me. If you care about me as much as you say you do, you’d follow me and try to convince me to come around.”
“Okay. Let’s go with that. Let’s say you took the car. And it’s raining. And you’re not answering my calls.”
“Okay?”
There was that chuckle again. The one that made Jay’s insides curl with something he wasn’t ready to feel.
“So you want me to chase you down on foot in the rain? And what if I do all that, and I make it to your place, and I stand there in the rain, banging on the door and begging and pleading for you to forgive me, and you still don’t open the door?”
“If you really want it that bad, then you’d wait for me to come out.”
“Right. So you want me to stand out in the rain, possibly catching pneumonia and dying, until you’re ready to come out and talk to me?”
Jay remained silent as he considered the options. Sure, Duke’s scenario was extreme, but he honestly couldn’t see himself wanting anything less.
Duke apparently took the silence as an answer. “Fuck that, dude. Because let me tell you how it’ll really play out. I’m just as fucking angry as you are, not to mention hurt because I know that I fucked up and hurt someone I care about. So I’m gonna give you your space and time to cool off before I try to talk to you. I need that time too, right? I have to clear my head and think of what I’m gonna say that’s gonna be so mind-blowingly amazing that you aren’t going to have any choice but to forgive me. I deserve at least that, right?”
“Well, yeah. When you put it like that…”
“You know why it played out the way it did in your mind? Because that’s how it would have happened in a movie. Dude would have totally lost his nuts and gone chasing your car through the rain, trying to get you to see it his way. But in real life, if that happened, he probably would have gotten run over and died, and you would have felt guilty because you’d know that he would have never been in that road if you hadn’t expected him to be.”
Jay fought a grin. He hated it when Duke did this to him but couldn’t help loving it at the same time. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Completely deconstruct everything I think and somehow manage to turn me into the bad guy?”
“I’m not turning you into the bad guy, man. I’m just opening your eyes to how fucking crazy you really are.”
Jay scoffed. “I’m not crazy. I just want things to be a certain way.”
“Yeah, it helps when that way is realistic. It helps the rest of us be able to live up to it.”
“It is realistic.” But now Jay wasn’t so sure. Not after the way Duke had painted that picture for him.
“Sure, it is. I’m gonna go, all right? Got a class at eight thirty.”
“Okay. Wednesday still on the house too?”
“You’re gonna get me fired, dude.”
“You lost the bet, not me.”
“I know.” Jay could hear the smile in Duke’s voice. “It’s still on the house. Just remember to call my personal. They check the minutes on the work phone.”
“Gotcha. G’night, Duke.”
A moment of silence, then, “Night.”
Jay’s roommate barged in as soon as he’d ended the call.
“Hey,” Chris said. Like clockwork, he let his bag slide to the floor and pulled his shirt off.
As usual, Jay narrowed his eyes and stared off into a corner of the room. “Can’t you ever keep your shirt on for, like, five minutes?”
“It’s been on all day. Way longer than five minutes.”
“You know what I mean.” Jay scrubbed a hand over his cheek and tried to force himself to think of something boring. Hopefully Chris wouldn’t see the blush creeping up.
“I know. I just like fucking with you.” Chris flopped down on his bed and grabbed a book off his nightstand.
Jay chanced a peek in Chris’s direction. He had his nose buried in the latest Patterson. If Jay had learned anything in the time since the college had assigned them as dorm mates, it was not to mess with Chris when he pulled out a book. It was almost as though he went into a trance, ensconced in the pages and unable to focus on anything else.
Jay stopped himself before his gaze drifted any lower. Chris was hot, sure, but he was also the poster boy for straight guys of America. He didn’t flaunt how hot he was, but Jay didn’t come on to guys who looked that good unless he wanted to be rejected. Jay had seen guys like Chris before, though. In movies. You thought they were straight until you got them drunk enough, and then they started stalking you to make sure you’d never tell anyone.
“Hey, um…” Jay cleared his throat. “You gonna be up for a while? I wanna watch a movie.” Chris didn’t respond, so Jay added, “Wanted to make sure I wouldn’t keep you up.”
Chris blinked a few times, as though the pages still had a hold on him. “Yeah, that’s cool. I’m not going to sleep until I finish this. Only got a hundred pages left.”
Jay marveled at Chris’s reading drive as he picked up his laptop off the floor.
Duke floated back into his mind as he pulled up his video streaming account. No way his expectations were too high. There had to be a guy out there who could live up to them. But what if there wasn’t?
Would he spend his entire life alone?


Brien Michaels was born at an early age. In the time that he is not writing, he enjoys reading, eating, and terrorizing young wood nymphs. After an altercation with a person in a mask, he fled to the hills and now lives in seclusion with the voices in his head. He currently writes dark fiction, erotic fiction, and dark erotic fiction for the creatures that have moved in under his bed.

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8 comments:

  1. Sommer if there are two of you does that mean you can write twice as fast :)
    Brien great excerpt can't wait to see what happens next.

    gypsygirl_25(at)Hotmail(dot)com

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    1. Wow! Wouldn't that be nifty. Must...work...on cloning...self. >.<

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  2. Love AS LONG AS YOU'RE MINE, and I need to continue! My favorite series include Eden Winters' Diversion (FANTASTIC m/m involving pharmaceutical smuggling, with my favorite antihero of all time!), Edmond Manning's Lost and Founds (impossible to explain, just read it, trust me), Anne Brooke's Delaneys (hilarious story of an unassuming guy who ends up dating strangely lovable gangster brothers), and Tara Lain's Aloysius Tales (m/m paranormal) and Genetic Attraction (m/m/f) books.

    Trix, vitajex(At)Aol(Dot)com

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    1. I'm so glad you came by! Always love seeing you in the comments of one of my posts. :-) I haven't read the others, but I love Tara Lain, too. She's so amazing.

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  3. like JR Ward's BDB series; don't usually read the books in order
    don't like when authors don't tell you the book is the first in a series, especially when it ends on a cliffhanger

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

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    1. I try not to end on cliffhangers unless I know there's another book coming.

      I will, however, let you know (if you like book one enough to read book two) that Not Like the Movies does end with a particular plotline unresolved. It does get resolved in book 3, though (titled Call Me, Maybe), which is due out May 27. Thanks for stopping by!

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  4. These sound good!

    sammi(at)funwithsammi(dot)com

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