This is Grace, here, stopping by to possibly add to the mayhem. I write erotica and erotic romance between men and am here today to talk about my upcoming guys, Patrick and Chance in my new novel No Sacrifice.
Mayhem may not even be strong enough for the mess Patrick goes through in this book. I’ve put all my men through angst; I think it’s rather necessary for them to truly appreciate the happily ever afters that I want them to have. And while I can guarantee it’ll end happily, I can also guarantee it’ll be a bumpy ride to get there.
Patrick—married, a father—has always believed himself straight. Or, well, he’s always stuck with that, even when he knew he was attracted to guys. But when he finds himself getting aroused by his fellow male costar during a kissing scene, he starts down a path that forces him to reexamine himself and finally conclude he’s not straight, he’s bisexual. But that’s only the beginning of the mess he’s got himself into and his trials, I hope, will give everyone something they can relate to. What’s your favorite type of mayhem to see a character go through?
Thanks so much to Guys Like Romance Too for hosting me today and giving me a chance to talk about Patrick’s struggles. Thanks to the readers for stopping by!
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Patrick has taken his acting talents from high school all the way to a role in a major television show. But as the show progresses, his life of absolute certainties crumbles when he finds himself reacting to the kisses of his male costar. He refuses to accept it, reminding himself he’s married and a father—and thus, straight.
One night he goes to drink his worries away, meets Chance Dillon, and can’t take his eyes off the man. After having a little too much alcohol, he spills his problem to Chance, who helps him realize there’s something other than gay and straight. Patrick’s new understanding of his bisexual identity helps him sleep better—until the next day, when he discovers Chance is a sound technician on the same set.
As their friendship grows and Patrick’s marriage ends, he recognizes a possibility for much more with Chance. But Patrick isn’t ready to be out the way Chance has been for so long, and when the matter is taken out of Patrick's hands, he pushes Chance away to spare him the mess Patrick's life has become. By the time he realizes his mistake, it may be too late.
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Instead, he lifted his hand and threaded his fingers through Rhys’s dark locks. He took the other from its scripted spot on Rhys’s arm and slid it up to the back of Rhys’s neck. Then he returned the nips and nibbles and did his best to deepen the kiss while still keeping his tongue to himself.
Rhys responded by sliding one hand down Patrick’s back and pulling him in tighter. That hand landed on Patrick’s ass, the other resting on his lower back and holding him in place. A quiet moan escaped Patrick’s throat, and as soon as it did, he was sure he’d hear the call. Again though, it didn’t come, so he kept it going.
And as it did, the strangest thing started happening. The hands on him, the kiss from Rhys as it deepened, started to feel… . The sensations went through him, and he found himself reacting to it, his cock starting to harden. He didn’t understand it, but he was too focused on Cyrus and the things they were doing to be able to figure anything out.
Finally, he heard the call, and they broke the kiss. Patrick noticed Rhys seemed to be having as much trouble controlling breathing as he was, though he didn’t feel anything against him. At least, nothing like his hard cock against Rhys. Rhys and Patrick stared at each other, and Patrick was sure his face was turning red. He didn’t understand it, couldn’t figure out why he’d react to , even if Patrick was as thoroughly in the role as he was.
“Finally!” Jack grumbled, drawing Patrick’s attention. “I think we can wrap that for today.”
“You… okay?” Rhys asked Patrick, who nodded. “Should I be… flattered?”
Patrick laughed, breaking the tension. “Uh… sure,” he said, chuckling. “I guess. That’s… never happened before. Um….” He paused, glancing around. Most of the crew were busy taking care of what they needed to, but he desperately needed to adjust himself before he walked to his dressing room. When Rhys dropped his hands but didn’t step away, Patrick did his best to adjust himself surreptitiously and finally move back. “Uh… sorry?” he asked, then shook his head.
Rhys laughed. “I’ll just take it as a compliment. Next time, though, maybe don’t think of your wife while we’re working on a kissing scene.”
Patrick forced a laugh, though why that thought bothered him, he couldn’t pinpoint. “Yeah, right. ’K… guess I’ll see you tomorrow….”
“Yup. Later.” Rhys threw up a casual wave before heading to his dressing room.
Patrick followed, going to his own, though his mind was so preoccupied he almost went into the wrong one. When he was settled into his chair so Chrissy could help him remove the scar makeup, he let his mind wander back to the scene. He’d never done that——even when he’d been kissing the female actor he had been with for his one romantic role onstage.
He knew it was for actors to react. He often thought the assurances that it didn’t happen had to be bullshit. There were too many Hollywood romances that grew between costars for that to be the case. And he’d heard the old oft-misquoted line he thought went something like, “Darling, one of two things is about to happen. For either, I apologize,” which told him it was, in fact, quite possible for a man to react during a scene.
He might have even expected it someday when playing a romantic role with a woman. But he’d never in a million years expected it to happen when he was playing a gay man. And he had no idea what to do with it.
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Grace R. Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age—many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.
A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children—both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance, and other erotica, or even dabbling in art.