Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Guest Blogger: B.G. Thomas

Today I would like to welcome B.G. Thomas to my blog. He has a brand new book coming out tomorrow, May 29th and he's here to talk about that.

The Author Who Came In Out Of the Rain
It has been pouring here in the Kansas City area for two days now, and much more in other areas. My husband just got back from a week in the little town he grew up in and the weather was fine until Sunday and them they were deluged. I sat on the porch this morning watching. Wow... And now I've come in from the rain to do some writing...

When I discovered M/M romance I was thrilled. I wrote some "adult stories" in the nineties, but stopped within a few years because I just couldn't stand what the magazines were looking for. They wanted sex. Nothing wrong with sex, but all they wanted was sex. I would write a story and introduce the two men, I usually wrote something romantic, and have them dance that dance that got them into bed--and I would sell the story and the magazine would arrive and the first half of the story was gone! Edited right down to the sex and nothing but the sex.
OMG. It was terribly upsetting.
Who cares what the men do in bed if we don't care about the men themselves? Porn stories are a dime a dozen.
So imagine my excitement when I discovered M/M romance. Finally I had a place for my voice, my stories.
I did a little reading in the genre and realized that I wanted to write stories that were character driven, with gay men as the main characters, who were allowed to fall in love and not just have sex, and oh--by the way--also be able to have sex. But where sex wasn't what the story was about. I wanted to write complex stories with multi-levels. Amy Lane does that. Eric Arvin and SJD Peterson and Zahra Owens do that.
And now I get to do that too. Or at least I hope readers think so.
I have been so lucky in finding a home at Dreamspinner Press. I've written for four other houses, but DSP makes me so happy. They're teaching me and grooming me to be a better writer and the ways to tell my stories better and better.
They like character-driven stories and that is what I love. The fit is perfect.
This month I have a new novel out and I am very excited about it, for several reasons. One is that it began life as one of those stories where the publisher wanted to hack out the introduction, and the darned thing was only five thousand words. It broke my heart. The story was all about romance and a young man finally being able to accept that fact that he was gay. He had a very emotionally abusive step-father who called him a fag all his life and the last thing he wanted to do was prove the man right.
But then Todd, the hero of "The Boy Who Came In From the Cold," meets Gabe and his whole life turns upside down. But in the best way possible. Because until this point, his life is going to shit and it is the kindness of a stranger that begins a whole new path for Todd.
The book also lets me do something I simply love to do. All my characters live in the same "universe." In fact, quite a few of them live in this big old apartment building called the Oscar Wilde. There were a lot of buildings designed and built about a hundred years ago in Kansas City and they named most of them after famous authors of the time, like the Robert Louis Stevenson Apartments, the Mark Twain, Robert Browning, and the Oliver Wendell Holmes apartments. How could I resist creating the Oscar Wilde and populating it with a lot of my gay characters?
As a matter-of-fact, the characters in my very popular story, "Bianca's Plan" live there, as well as the love interest, Gabe Richards, from my new novel. So I had to have the nosey and meddling little Bianca show up again. Todd will meet her! As well as characters from stories like "Christmas Wish."
Most of my stories take place in Kansas City and I do my best to make KC a character as well. I want people to be able to picture it in their minds as they read. And maybe even want to come visit.
CONTEST!  Hey! I want to do a little give-away. Head over to DSP and check out the full description of the novel. I have built into the story a little pun, or joke as it were. If you can figure it out, email me at bgthomaswriter@aol.com. There will be one or two winners, depending on how many people email me.
And now I present you with a scene from "The Boy Who Came In From the Cold."
Todd has been invited out of a huge blizzard to stay a day or two with Gabe in his luxurious apartment. For some reason, Gabe knows he can trust Todd and go off to work. Todd decides to do some laundry as a thank you and when he does, he meets Bianca in the basement laundry room.
Here goes...
There was a little girl there, maybe ten years old, and she was pulling clothes out of a dryer. She looked up.
“Hi,” she said. She was a lovely girl, with long brown hair, olive skin, and huge Disney-like brown eyes.
“Hi,” he said.
“I don’t know you,” she replied. “I’m Bianca. Are you new in the building?” She tossed her head, flipping her hair back.

“I-I’m staying with someone for a few days.” How did he explain it? Especially to a little girl?

“With who?” she asked and began to fold clothes.
Todd swallowed. Nosy thing, wasn’t she? “Gabe,” he replied and dumped the bag of laundry he’d brought down on one of the two long tables in the middle of the room. His jeans, sweater, socks, shoes, and
briefs (the pair Gabe had seen him in, and he felt his face heat up). And in what had been a last minute thought, he’d grabbed the clothes in Gabe’s hamper. That turned out to be a pair of jeans, some sweats, two
T-shirts, a hoodie, and socks and underwear. No dress slacks or shirts.

Dry cleaned probably. Of course.
“Really? Gabe is nice. I think he liked my daddy, but he took too long. He’s with Curtis now.”

Gabe was with Curtis? Wait. What? “Who is Curtis? Gabe has a boyfriend named Curtis?” The thought made his stomach drop.

She laughed. “No. Curtis is my daddy’s boyfriend.” She winked. “I got them together.”

“Your dad’s gay?” Todd asked.

She smiled. “Sure!”

Had he woken up in The Twilight Zone? A little girl who didn’t care that her dad was gay? What did she mean about…? “What do you mean you got them together?”

“I’m good,” she said. “Course they already liked each other. I just had to help them see it. Now I have two daddies.” She giggled. “You gonna do your clothes, or what?”

“What? Oh.” He cleared his throat, shook his head. He began to separate the clothes. There wasn’t a lot here, but he certainly didn’t want to mix whites with anything else. But then whites turned out to be nothing more than several pairs of socks and a pair of Hugo Boss boxer briefs. The pouch was pretty stretched out. God. Why was he even noticing something like that? He felt a shifting in his own underwear—except even those belonged to Gabe.

What was happening to him?
“Do you like Gabe?” the little girl asked.
Todd jerked his gaze away from the underwear. “What do you mean by that?”

She gave him a curious look. “Do you like him?”

“He’s nice,” Todd managed.
She waggled her eyebrows. “But do you like him?”
“I’m not gay,” he said.

She looked at him askance. “You’re not? You seem gay.”
“What do you mean?” He bristled.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I just can tell. Well, usually. Maybe you’re bi?”

“What?” He really had fallen into The Twilight Zone!

“Bi. You know, you like boys and girls.”

“I like girls,” he cried, his stomach clenching.

She looked at him funny. “What’s your name again?”
“I didn’t say,” Todd answered and felt a trickle of sweat run down his side. He looked away and began shoving the clothes into two different washers.

“So are you an escaped criminal or something?” she asked.

He laughed and turned back to her. “No!”

“Then tell me your name. I’ll find out anyway.”

He looked at her, eyes wide, mouth wanting to fall open. “Fine,” he said. “I’m Todd.”
“You don’t have to be so touchy,” she said with a harrumph. “I’m just being friendly.” She folded one last shirt and put her clothes in a basket.

“Why aren’t you in school?” he snapped.

“Well, duh.” She rolled her eyes. “Snow day. You gonna put those underwear in there or just stare at it all day?” She turned on her heel, the toss of her hair surely no accident, and walked out.

“Sorry?” he called out. Then looked down at the underwear in his hand. A pair of Emporio Armani boxers. Didn’t Gabe have anything that came from Walmart? God. What a stupid question. He looked back in the washer...  All sexy... He stared at the pair in his hand, so bright and colorful. Had he thought the pouch was stretched out on the other pair? How frigging hung was Gabe?

Then, not even knowing he was doing it, he brought the briefs up to his face, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. God. Gabe’s scent.

He threw them into the washer, slammed it, and quickly added the coins to start it up. Remembering the detergent, he added that as well, and then started the other machine. With that he dashed up out of the basement as if he were escaping a dungeon.

Twitter: @BGThomasBooks
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  1. Sounds like a great read!


  2. This book was awesome I pre-ordered it for the blurb sucked me in and I just had to have it. I downloaded once it came available and I was not disappointed. The book was good with a nice pace for the build up. You really got the chance to know the key players Todd & Gabe. Hopefully their is more to their story if only a holiday book. Looking forward to more books from this author!!!

  3. Congrats on the book -- sounds great!

  4. Also the spoke of Hollywood, where Hollywood writers seemed to put a gay person on every single sit-com and at least one scene or character in every single movie - stating that wasn't right because there just are not that many gay citizens in our country by proportion. Then they spoke of the ""gay agenda" in our politics in Washington DC, in our entertainment manufacturing, at our college campuses, and claiming that the GLBT crowd was preying on adolescents who are going through their own hormonal awakenings, thus, in a way brainwashing them as they are confused about the changes in their own bodies.