A new feature for 2021, in which I give a chapter sample of one of my available books, to give you a taste of what’s in store. Apologies for starting it in the middle of the year. I fell really behind schedule with a lot of things, this year.
Since Chapter 1 / the Prologue of my books can be found in my WIP posts, I’m going to use the 7/7 Challenge (where authors post seven lines from page 7 of their WIP) as inspiration. I’ll be posting (approximately) 7 paragraphs of page 7 (unless they have spoilers, then I’ll choose the previous/next chapter) If more is needed, for context, then I’ll add more.
Mason knew it had to happen. There was no way he could meet a nice guy, who was hot and charming, who was 100% unashamed to be a geek, who accepted and adored Mason’s own geekness, who he had crackling chemistry with. Not without it all going to hell.
It was inevitable.
Meeting Oliver was meant to be the balm to his anxiety; the thing that held him together over the weekend, before he made his first author appearance at a book convention.
So, of course, it had to end badly. He just didn’t expect it to break his heart, all because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
His anxiety was gone, his pleasure level was ramped right up to ‘content’ and his inner geek was revelling in the entire evening.
Then his dick got a kick back into life when a hand brushed his across a table, both reaching for a double Pop of the Darth Vader versus Obi Wan scene. When he dragged his eyes up a tanned arm, he found Hot Brat smirking back at him, no longer wearing the cable jumper but sporting a short sleeved t-shirt with the Batman logo. Delicious.
“Hello again,” Hot Brat greeted him with a smile, straightening to stand tall and tuck his hands into his jean pockets. The move tugged at the fabric, tightening it over a pretty appealing bulge and offered a real eyeful.
Enough that Mason had to clear his throat. When he saw a flicker of something like approval in Hot Brat’s eyes, he couldn’t help but hold his hand out with a smile. “Mason,” he introduced himself.
“Oliver,” his companion replied, his lips twitching in amusement. And, though they shook hands, he didn’t let go. Instead, he leaned in closer and said; “I think it’s raining.”
Laughter escaped him unchecked. Clever. Very clever. “A drink? Then we can get drunk enough to share our levels of geekdom?” he suggested, gesturing to the equally large bag Oliver carried, that suggested another bookworm or memorabilia collector.
Oliver nodded and finally released Mason’s hand, leaving him feeling bereft and already missing the heat of such a small contact. “You’re on. Be warned, I have no shame. I’m a man of thirty who has no qualms about showing his geekdom all over the place. I practically ooze it,” he said, with a hint of promise that made him positively tingle all over.
When he began walking in the direction of the hotel bar, Mason willingly followed. “Bestill my heart,” he gushed, dramatically placing his hand on his heart. “You mean, men actually exist who don’t care that they’re geeks? Where have you been all my life?”
Elaine White is the author of multi-genre MM romance, celebrating ‘love is love’ and offering diversity in both genre and character within her stories.
Growing up in a small town and fighting cancer in her early teens taught her that life is short and dreams should be pursued. She lives vicariously through her independent, and often hellion characters, exploring all possibilities within the romantic universe.
The Winner of two Watty Awards – Collector’s Dream (An Unpredictable Life) and Hidden Gem (Faithfully) – and an Honourable Mention in 2016’s Rainbow Awards (A Royal Craving) Elaine is a self-professed geek, reading addict, and a romantic at heart.
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