Hi, Melodee and everyone. Thanks for letting me come and hang out for the day!
I’m delighted to have the opportunity to showcase my new novella, Forever Men, which recently released. With all the attention that erotic stories are getting these days, I thought I’d dip my toes in the deep end of the pool, so to speak. I got lucky with this first story. These characters made it easy for me to design a setting, put them to work, then let them pound out their differences. Hey, I didn’t mean it like THAT! (Well, maybe I did just a little.)
Have you figured out yet that there’s a construction theme to my story? J I had a lot of fun writing this story, but had the worst time coming up with a tag line for it. That’s not entirely true. I came up with one pretty quickly, but it didn’t fit the mood of the story. Forever Men has some funny moments in it, but it’s a serious look at relationships. So I needed a serious tag line, and came up with:
Walls crumble when you build a forever love.
Not bad, right? It sets a good tone for the novella and is a good intro for the blurb. There’s just one problem. I can’t get the first tag line out of my head. So I thought it would be fun to blog about it and this seemed like a great place to do that.
You remember that construction theme, right? And that this is an erotic novella? The original tag line I came up with was…drum roll, please:
Building a forever love, one screw at a time.
🙂 What do you think? Should I have used the funny one or the serious one?
Here’s the specs on Forever Men
Walls crumble when you build a forever love.
As a couple, the deep, sensual connection between Desi and Alec is imaginative and limitless, even though Desi’s fear that love is transient keeps her from telling her man how she feels. Fun-loving Alec, who lost his parents in a tragic accident, has found that kind of forever love again. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep it, including giving Desi the one thing he lacks—a partner with a serious side.
With their fledgling construction company headed for the skids if they don’t finish the job on time, Desi and Alec are frantic to catch up. Enter Alec’s friend, Matt, a man haunted by the “dull and unimaginative” label his ex-fiancé pinned on him.
Working side by side, a thirst grows that seems unquenchable and each must come to terms with old hurts in order to consider possibilities never before imagined.
Desi glanced down to the empty dirt yard. Where the hell was Alec, anyhow? She’d sent him to pick up materials two hours ago.
Right on cue, a black truck raced up the treed lane and squirreled to a stop in front of the house, sending a dust cloud skyward.
When Alec jumped out and grinned up at her, Desi’s irritation started to fade.
He bounded up the stairs, brushing his shaggy blond hair back as he joined her and wrapped tanned arms around her waist.
When his eyes brimmed with amusement, as they did now, Desi found it hard to stay annoyed with him. She tried, pushing against him. “I’m mad at you.”
Alec threw his head back and laughed. “You can never stay mad at me.”
The smile she tried to hide refused to cooperate. Staying mad at Alec was just too damn hard. Everything about him was designed to make the world seem perfect, from his construction-hardened body to the almost constant gleam in his eyes. When Alec was near, it was easy to believe The Dream. Desi sobered as she looked around. Things were a far sight from all right at the moment.
“We’re so far behind, Alec.”
“Trust me,” he said. “We’ll be fine.”
“I don’t know…” Desi chewed her lower lip. Alec always saw the bright side of things, sometimes to the exclusion of the issues they needed to solve.
Alec took the hammer out of her hand and let it drop to the plywood sub-floor. “It sounds like you need a distraction.”
The flash of his dark eyes as they inspected her from toe to head started a familiar fire deep in her belly. “Oh-h-h, no,” she stuttered. Desi backed up until a two-by-four, part of the wall frame, stopped her. “No way, Alec. We’ve got no time for that.”
Together over a year now, she still couldn’t get enough of him. When he turned on the charm, like now, the man was irresistible. But they couldn’t. Not now. Not today.
The look in his eyes crumbled her resolve further. He stepped closer, and heat, both familiar and delicious, spread between her legs.
“We can’t, Alec. We’re so far behind schedule.”
“What’s a few more minutes, then?” He leaned in, his lips grazing her neck, strumming an already taut thread of need.
Arousal swept away the last vestiges of hesitation, and Desi wound her hands into Alec’s hair. “Work can wait.”
Where you can pick up this novella:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/forever-men-by-lace-daltyn/
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