Rolling in Plot Bunnies (Part 1)

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Sheryl on twitter (Hi, Sheryl!) asked if I’d offer an update on things, and I thought that would be fun. I’ve got a few things cooking so I’ll give you some general info first.

Baltimore: I’ve been working on a novella about several of the Baltimore couples taking the next step in their relationships. I hope to get that to you some time this year. Sneak peek to follow next week. (Say that five times fast.)

I also have two Baltimore books planned. One has some early chapters and everything.

I also want to write a short for Marco where he finally loses his virginity. I have a pretty good idea for that, I think.

New series:

So, I’m not dead-sure positive of a release date, but the first book in a new series about four friends from college and how marriage equality shakes things up for them is scheduled for September 9. I’ve called the series Ready or Knot and the first book is Put a Ring on It.

This is a scene I wrote while I was getting to know the four core characters. I don’t think it will make it into any of the books, so I’m considering it a Director’s Cut. Some minor details, such as Gideon growing up in the Bronx changed as I wrote, but who they are didn’t. I hope you like a little peek at them.

Thirteen years ago

Every motion of Gideon’s head sent the room spinning until his stomach lurched.

For the first time in Gideon’s twenty-one and a half years, he was legally drunk. In fact, he’d only been illegally drunk once before, after the thing that being drunk had almost been enough to get out of his brain. He hated losing control, even to some random molecule in his bloodstream. Which he supposed was why he’d never before been subjected to the idiocy of games invented for the purpose of getting drunk.

But something about their university graduation had buried his friends under an avalanche of nostalgia, so they were gathered in Theo’s room playing something called Never Have I Ever, which sounded like the start of a logic puzzle on the LSATs but was actually painfully easy to follow. If they’d all been like that, Gideon would have managed a perfect 180 instead of a 174.

“Never have I ever had sex with a virgin,” Theo announced.

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Progressive NYE Dinner: An Appetizer Story with Jamie and Gavin

Hi! Welcome to the NYE progressive dinner!

This appetizer is coming to you from the guys in Baltimore. Jamie and Gavin have been invited to ring in the New Year with Eli and Quinn, but before they head out, they need an appetizer. I hope you enjoy this taste of their life…and the recipe that follows.

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Jamie settled back in the recliner with his KZ soda and unmuted the TV for the third quarter of the Peach Bowl. He’d had other plans during half time—and hopefully the rest of the game, but his boyfriend was busy. There was another thunk and curse from the kitchen. He kicked the volume up another notch and drank his soda. Didn’t sound like Gavin was going to be less busy any time soon. Guess Jamie’s dick wasn’t getting sucked before they had to leave for Quinn’s.

The flatscreen was almost the size of Jamie’s mattress at his place and the recliner so good to sink into, it might as well have been a furniture porn star. Hell, it was big enough for two in plenty of interesting combinations. Jamie wasn’t ready to start an interior design business, but the big plush recliner didn’t exactly go with the sleek furniture in the rest of the place. The suspicion that the recliner and big TV had been added with Jamie’s company in mind filled him with equal parts affection and caution. He hadn’t asked for it. Or for the drawer in the bedroom that remained conspicuously empty and often ajar. And he certainly hadn’t asked for advice from a nosy club rat who pointed out that maintaining two addresses was a total waste, especially if they were spending part of almost every night in the same bed.

But even though Gavin never said anything about it, Jamie couldn’t see the guy giving up views of the harbor and twenty-four hour security for his Bentley and the fully tiled rain and steam shower for Jamie’s little two bedroom in Dudalk, and Jamie probably couldn’t afford even the maintenance fees on this place. He was nobody’s kept boy.

Annabelle huffed out a sigh from her bed between the couch and recliner. Yeah. A nap would probably be good. He had third watch. Peak drunk asshole hour on Amateur Night. As he slitted his eyes all hell broke loose in the kitchen.

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