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Sometimes stories are character based. I get an idea in my head of what this character will look like and act like...so I run with him. Other times, I’m given an image of what he’s going to look like. For Everything He Wants, the picture ruled. My dear friend, Stephanie Burke—aka Flash, posted a picture for Hump Day on Facebook. She tagged me and said, this totally called to me and I needed to write this guy’s story. Well, there were two guys. One had angel wings on and both were wearing what appeared to be police officer hats and aviator glasses. Immediately, two characters came to mind.
Originally Trace and Jeremy were much more flamboyant. They were there in the G-string and angel wings. But the more I dove into what made them tick, the more I realized they might have wanted to be flamboyant, but weren’t as out there as the guys in the picture.
Not a problem.
I sat down and let them talk. Jeremy is an artist and Trace works air traffic control. Trace showed me early on that he’s a happy-go-lucky guy who loves order and knowing what’s going on. His life hasn’t been easy, but compared to some it’s a piece of cake. Then there’s Jeremy. This poor guy is hurting. His past is a mess and even though he’s tried to get beyond what’s hurting him...he can’t. But he sees a ray of light in Trace.
But how do you hook up with someone you hardly know, especially when you’ve lost their phone number? Madame Eve of course. I won’t give away too much of the plot, but Eve does her best and there are certainly sparks.
I believe love at first sight can happen and I believe second chances are very much worth the effort. What about you? What do you believe? How have you worked to get everything you wanted?
Here’s a little bit more about the book:
Everything He Wants
A 1Night Stand Story from Decadent Publishing
M/M, Anal Sex
A Short Story Available now!
Trace has almost everything he wants—a great job and a well-ordered life, but he’s ready for more—the right guy to share it with. A chance meeting after a hockey game with the man of his dreams spurs him on to turn to the one source he knows will help him out—Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand service.
Jeremy can’t forget the difficult childhood and subsequent bad decisions he made while trying to forget it. He wants the gorgeous air traffic controller, but he’s afraid his past will get in the way like it always does. If all Madame Eve can give them is one night…he’ll take it.
With Eve’s help, can the men forge the relationship they both want, or will they crash and burn?
And a hot excerpt...because I can!
Jeremy sat in the back seat of the cab and swayed forward as it came to a quick stop opposite Club Ramrod. What a crazy name for a club. Then again, what a crazy place to meet his date. He checked the messages on his phone one more time. Sure enough, the same email from Madame Eve popped up.
Your date awaits you at Club Ramrod, located next to the Mason Players Club Hotel. Look for yellow by the bar and you will find your heart’s delight. Tell the bouncer Eve sent you.
He sighed and paid the driver with a shaky hand. His mind wouldn’t stop racing. What the hell did I get myself into? Sure, the club scene worked for him, but he hated the grind. Hated the clawing bodies and hangers-on. Crossing the street, he took his place in line. Maybe no one would recognize him. Finally reaching the club entrance, he dropped Madame Eve’s name to the bouncer.
The hulking man nodded and shuffled him to the bar. “Don’t cause a fight.”
Don’t cause a fight? Did he look like the type to cause trouble? Well, I did change my hair from green to blue tips. Jeremy snorted. Whatever. He scanned the crowd in the massive black and white bar. Men talked and laughed, some cuddled each other or sat on each other’s laps. At the far end, he spotted a flash of yellow. His heart pounded faster and his mouth went bone-dry.
“No way,” he murmured, nibbling on his lip piercing.
Trace Robeson, the man who featured in every one of his naughty fantasies, clutched a beer and hooked his thumb in his jeans front pocket. The man oozed classy sex. A faded T-shirt cradled his body like a second skin, giving teasing glimpses at the chiseled flesh underneath. His ripped jeans cupped and outlined his package and showed off his natural tan to a T.
Jeremy wobbled on his feet and thanked the gods, or Madame Eve, or whoever, for granting him his wish, and strode across the club. Making eye contact with Trace, he grinned.
“Hey, man. Good seeing you here.” Trace offered his hand.
“Yeah. It’s nice to see a friendly face.” Jeremy gestured the bartender for a beer. “I’m here to meet my destiny.”
“Are you....” Trace didn’t finish.
“Your date?” Jeremy replied. “I’m looking for a man in yellow. Don’t see too many others rocking that color, so….” Christ, he sounded so lame.
“I was told my date would find me.” Trace matched his smile. “Want to dance?”
When she's not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don't seem to mind.
When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite--on command.
She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk as well.
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