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For today's sip I'm featuring a little from my next book release, The Power of Muse and Inspiration.
Here is the blurb: No such thing as vampires!
William Chatterley is an up and coming author looking for a partner after many dead end dates. Finally, he believes he’s found a suitable mate in Andrew and they see one another.
The vampire Jude is weak from being without love in his life. When he sees the author, he desires him right away but his companion is a stumbling block.
How will he get passed it and when he does, will the mortal want to be his partner? What will he choose? Will Jude convince him to become his eternal lover?
Now a little from the story. It's in edits now and should be out before Halloween!
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The author stepped to the side after accepting his handshake and waved his hand for his guest to come in. William wondered why he was so welcoming to this stranger. It felt almost like the night of the murder when he felt some strong force luring him into St. James.
He shut the door. “Why don’t we have a seat in my lounge?”
Jude followed him closely, making William a tad nervous; still no cause for alarm, however. “Would you like something to drink?”
“No thank you, William.” He took his seat on the sofa.
William proceeded to his wet bar and grabbed a bottle of Scotch. The author needed to calm his nerves. Not only was he still jumpy but he had a very painful erection right now. “Mind if I have one?”
“Not at all, William. Drink as you please,” he smiled and crossed his legs.
Chatterley raised an eyebrow. This gentleman was very handsome. His broad shoulders, slim waist, a strong chest that surely featured six pack abs. Through the outfit, he couldn’t tell if the man had a matching hard on but William would’ve given almost anything to find out.
“Ahem, so, um…how again did you locate me?”
“Friends,” he drawled, “In high places. They know about everyone. As I stated, I’ve been aware of your residence and such for a while. When the opportunity presented itself to meet you, I took it immediately. Does that bother you?”
“Um,” he took a quick drink from his glass. The liquid coated his dry throat and soothed his soul. The warm burn in his chest felt amazing, he exhaled, “No, not really. I’m rather honoured that you took the time to visit little old me.”
Jude raised an eyebrow. “Little old you,” he folded his arms. “You are a bestselling author. The greatest out of the UK, William Chatterley. Everyone knows who you are.”
“Well, not everyone…” he blushed. He took another sip.
“Yes they do. You’re a celebrity; about damn time too instead of some of these nitwits in music with no talent. Finally a true genius; someone who has a way with words and knows how to write great stories without magical kids or annoying sparkling heroes. You, my friend, are indeed an inspiration,” he smiled wide.
“Well, gosh…” William had to exchange that grin. He’d never heard one person pay him so many compliments in one sentence. This man obviously had great taste and he had a disdain for Potter and Twilight just as William did. “I thank you kind sir for all the lovely words. I’m floored by your wiliness to bestow these words upon me, my good man.”
“You’re quite deserving, young fellow. I’ve always been impressed by your work.”
“Really?” William had been sitting across from the man but he wanted to sit closer to Jude and get a closer look at this handsome gentleman. The author placed his glass on the coffee table and sat about fifteen feet away from the gentleman on the sofa. “Tell me more, Jude. What is your favourite story other than the one released novel?”
Jude nodded, “Ah, the story, Fabled Gays I loved; the homoerotic twists on fairy tales and popular tales. Fascinating work and done so romantically without a porn element.”
“Oh,” William laughed and crossed his legs trying his best to hide the hard on that created a tent in his silk trousers. The heat rose to his cheeks and he could sense himself relaxing by the minute with Jude.
Gods, he was such a looker; up close, even more striking! Blue eyes, beautiful clear skin, well defined face with no wrinkles. How old was he?
“I’m flattered that you liked those. Someday, I might release them as a series if my publisher will allow me to print something already released for free. Sometimes I wish I would’ve stayed indie but the money was just too good from BritBooks to turn down. I haven’t seen a lot from them yet since I have to sell a certain amount but…
Why am I telling him all this?
William stopped himself. No way could he already be so inebriated that he was telling this stranger everything. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“No, go on.” The man patted his knee lightly. “I’d love to hear this. In all truth, I wish you would’ve kept self publishing as well. Sometimes publishers get so demanding on what you write and they try to force you into doing something you don’t want to do just to make sales.”
“Oh, I can assure you it would never come to that!” William rolled his eyes. “I write what I want to write and if they don’t like it, too bad, release me from my contract. Someone will read it. I have a book deal for three more novels; they wanted more but I refused. I wanted to try them out and see how things fared. If it’s a working partnership and the quality stays up to par, I’ll stay but the minute they slip, I’ll be contacting them to make changes or demand my rights back. I’ve got a lawyer on retainer for these things. He said it wasn’t a bad deal, three years at forty-five percent royalties and I received two k in advances. Not too shabby I suppose.”
Please make sure to stop in to BLRawiya's for her new story, Taming Wild Horses *grins* She is better suited for that story! :D
1 comment:
Excellent really loved this
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