Hey, hey! It’s Wednesday, and I’m kicking off the first official day of Book Pre-Launch Month with my WIPpet and a bit of fangirl squeeing. Let’s start with the squeeing, shall we?
My friend Sirena has not one but TWO novels out today. The first, Devil’s Dilemma, is a re-release; the second, Devil’s Despair, is brand new. Go check them out! I’ll be posting my review of Devil’s Despair this afternoon. I’ve been privileged to be one of her beta readers since the beginning, even before she was a big-shot published author. She’s been an absolutely huge encouragement to me on my journey. Let’s show her some love!
Now for my WIPpet. I have been absolutely dying to share this bit with you all, and now I finally get to do it. So much of this novel is now into spoiler territory, but there are a few good bits left, like this one. My weird WIPmath: 10 + 2014 01 (flip the 0 and 1 = 10) = 20 paragraphs. Warning: swearing and suggestive dialog.
Cat picked up a paperback book from a nearly-empty shelf and examined it. “What’s this?”
Micah glanced over and sucked in his breath. What in the world was it doing there? “Give me that,” he said.
“Why?” Cat asked. “Ooh, guy on the cover is hot.” He flipped the book over and wrinkled his nose at it. “Damn. Looks like typical het crap, or I’d ask to keep it.” He snorted. “Didn’t you say your father owned this house? Guess he didn’t have much taste.”
“Please just give me the book,” Micah begged.
He grabbed for it, but Cat held it out of reach. His eyes narrowed. “Why’s it so important to you? Is it like sentimental value or something?”
“No.” Micah sighed and dropped his hand. “Just put it in the paper recycling pile.”
“No way. There’s something you’re not telling me. Out with it.” Cat grinned.
“Ugh. Fine. I wrote it, okay? But you cannot tell a soul. I keep this separate from my professional life because I teach fifth grade. If parents found out about it, they’d have my head.”
Cat’s eyebrows shot up. “You wrote this?” He stared at Micah for a long moment before his lip started trembling and he put his hand over his mouth. It didn’t help; Micah heard his suppressed laughter. Finally, he couldn’t contain it anymore and let go, laughing so hard he had to sit down on the bed doubled over.
“Oh—my—god. Can’t—breathe,” he gasped.
“Shut up,” Micah muttered. “It’s not funny.”
Cat managed to compose himself. “Oh, no, it really is. This is too good. You write het erotica? The irony of that isn’t lost on me.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Micah crossed his arms.
“Just that most gay romance is written by women. But you’re a gay man writing straight porn. Oh, lord. That’s funny as hell. Do you even know what to do with a vagina?”
“I don’t write porn!” Micah huffed. “It’s romance.” His face grew hot.
“Same difference.”
“Fuck you,” Micah ground out.
Cat’s eyes brightened and he leered up at Micah. Pitching his voice artificially low, he said, “Really? Will you do it to me with your hot…throbbing…tool?” He curled his tongue a little on the last sound, half-closing his eyes. He licked his lip sensually then opened his eyes and snickered.
Micah glared at him. “I do not write shit like that.”
Sitting up, Cat tilted his head to the side. “Prove it,” he said.
I think I’ll just stop there and let Cat calm himself down. Tune in next week for another installment. Sorry, no hot, throbbing anything. (Also, nothing that leaks, drips, or is—shudder—moist. Except cake. Definitely cake.)
Ahem. This blog circle is courtesy of K. L. Schwengel, who will probably send her monkeys after me because this isn’t exactly what she had in mind when starting it. You might want to check out some of the other writers, especially if you thought this was a little weird. And if you want to participate, all you need to do is post a bit of your work-in-progress, connect it to the date, and add it to the linky tool.
Happy writing!
