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Wednesday, February 18, 2015

It's the love that makes it happen according to Tere Michaels



“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
― 
Marilyn Monroe
 
So it’s the month of Love – cards, flowers, candy, candlelight, packaged and pushed by Hallmark and his evil twin Russell Stover – and amid all the rhyming couplets about the perfection of it all, I’d like to make a case for the messy side.
No, not the door-slamming, clothes-burning downside of it, but rather the reality of being in love with another person (or people).
364 days a year, you aren’t dressed up in your sexy finest and pretending to be in a rom com. There aren’t reservations or rose petals. You are living your life and doing your job and dealing with traffic and all the things, big and small, that tax your soul day in and day out. You probably aren’t wearing your “getting laid tonight” underwear either.
Chances are your partner(s) living the same life. Chances are none of you are perfect.
But I read Marilyn’s quote and I think about something I read a long time ago. Real love is looking into the deepest and darkest part of someone’s soul and loving them anyway.
Now deepest and darkest sounds ominous. Or like the plot of a show on AMC or Showtime involving suburban meth dealers or international double agents.
In real life, that revelation - that no one is perfect and loving someone means more than just admiring their beautiful eyes or fabulous ass - is the cornerstone of sharing your life with another.
Maybe it’s a bad habit you have to learn to live with.
Maybe it’s a bad day, month or year, when your love is struggling to find their way.
Maybe it’s dealing with a career that’s made a wrong term.
Maybe it’s their habit of leaving wet towels on the bathroom floor or eating the last cookie or whistling the theme from “I Dream of Jeannie” while they’re peeing.
Big and small, temporary or permanent, love isn’t one perfectly planned moment in time. It’s taking out the garbage because they forgot or coming home to find Chinese on the table because they’re well aware today was a shitty one at the office.
It’s handing over the last cracker.
It’s listening to that story of their glory days in college for the five thousandth time and high fiving them at the end anyway.
It’s understanding when the dark clouds roll in and even though you ache to make it better, you can’t.
My husband and I have been together for twenty-one years. He’s the best person I know – and I still want to throw a pillow at his head about 25% of the time. I hate his taste in music (it’s mutual) and three-hour documentaries about the Cold War. I’m a glass half-full person, he is a “glass is half-empty, probably poisoned and is that a crack?” person. We react very differently in a crisis, or when the remote won’t work.
Flowers and cards are nice. I will not turn down candy or a meal that is not a buffet. But what keeps us together – in love – is accepting all the parts of a person and loving the difficult and messy bits just as much as the nice ass in the nice suit or dress.



When I started the Faith, Love & Devotion series, it was from a very dramatic place. Over the next few books, I’ve let Evan and Matt, and Griffin and Jim, deal with things big and small. There’s never any doubt how much they love each other but the day-to-day living, the unpacking your own baggage to make room for someone else’s – that’s what I write. That’s what I’m fascinated by. Spending so much time with Evan and Matt in particular has given me the freedom to poke and explore all their buttons. The series wraps up in May, but I imagine they’ll continue on in my head, managing their lives and loving each other no matter what.

Faith, Love, & Devotion: Books Four & Book Five

Cherish

After several years of happy coupledom, Matt and Evan can relax in the knowledge that their little family has survived the worst of it. The two older girls are away at college, the twins have yet to fully hit teen angst, Matt is doing well with his part time security consulting, and Evan is about to be promoted to captain—it seems like things are calm and bright.

Until they aren’t.

As the holidays approach, Evan and Matt get a shock no parent is ever prepared for: feisty Miranda, Evan’s eldest, has a new boyfriend, Kent, and they are talking marriage after just three months together. In fact, Miranda wants to bring him to Thanksgiving dinner—along with his parents, Blake and Cornelia.

Blessed

Lives are in transition as everyone gathers at the stunning Hamptons beach home of Daisy and Bennett to celebrate the christening of their new baby. Griffin and Jim—secretly growing tired of their rootless lifestyle—are in a rocky spot in their relationship. And as the godfather, Griffin finds himself yearning for something he's sure Jim won't be interested in.

Fatherhood.

Matt and Evan are looking to reconnect during the long weekend, as their respective careers pull them in separate directions. With less time spent together, Evan grows concerned about what will happen when the last two kids leave the nest.

1st Edition of Cherish published as an eBook by Loose Id LLC, November 2012.
ISBN-13
978-1-63476-199-4
Pages
200
Cover Artist
Aaron Anderson

Excerpt
IT WAS almost one by the time Evan showered. Matt had been relentless, and Evan leaned against the tiles, water splashing over him as he tried to pull himself back together.
The sex still surprised him sometimes. The fierce way Matt held him down and the roughness of his touch even as his words were loving and gentle. When it was fast and breathless, Evan could feel his tightly maintained control slipping away, replaced by a white-hot lust that still brought a flush to his skin.
Embarrassment. Shock. They were faint and distant but there, the idea that after so many years happily married to Sherri and never regretting a second of their lives in or out of bed, he could be reduced to a begging mess under his boyfriend’s mouth.
Also without regrets.
He shut off the water, wincing a little as he bent over. There was a bite mark throbbing on his left buttcheek, and his dick hurt from where it had rubbed against the bedspread, because Matt was busy with his ass and didn’t bother with a reach-around and....
Evan blushed as he stepped out of the tub. He reached for the towel hanging on the hook, biting his lip. There was still a faint hum of want under his skin, and he tried to imagine a time this weekend when they could lock the door and have an extended amount of privacy.
A knock on the door, and before he could answer, Matt opened it, popping his head in a second later. “Just making sure you didn’t drown,” he said, pushing the door open all the way.
“Sorry. Long day, and my boyfriend is apparently a vampire.”
Matt looked only a tiny bit ashamed. “Sorry. I blame all the running you’ve been doing lately. Your glutes are amazing.”
Evan threw the wet towel at his head. “Shut up.”
The running thing was a “couple activity,” which Matt found hilarious and Evan didn’t even address seriously. Matt’s best friend and occasional therapist, Liz, thought a shared activity outside the children or household was important, and since bowling made Evan want to break things against a wall, running won.
He grabbed his shorts as Matt shook the towel out, then shoved it into the hamper.
“Mildew?” Evan asked, sliding the boxers over his hips.
“Laundry day is tomorrow.” Matt rolled his eyes. “Seriously?”
“Sorry.” He stepped into Matt’s personal space to press a kiss to his mouth. “Your housekeeping skills are perfect.”
“And don’t forget it.” Matt slapped Evan’s ass—making sure to pick the side with the bite—then returned the kiss. “Now come to bed.”



Bio: 
Tere Michaels unofficially began her writing career at the age of four when she learned that people got paid to write stories. It seemed the most perfect and logical job in the world and after that, her path was never in question. (The romance writer part was written in the stars—she was born on Valentine’s Day.) Her home base is a small town in New Jersey outside NYC, a city she dearly loves. She shares her life with her husband, her teenaged son—who will just not stop growing—and two exceedingly spoiled cats. Nothing makes her happier than knowing she made a reader laugh or smile or cry. It’s the purpose of sharing her work with people. She loves hearing from fans and fellow writers, and is always available for speaking engagements, visits and workshops. 


Twitter: @TereMichaels

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tere.michaels.9 

3 comments:

  1. I have really enjoyed the series. You definitely left room for the last book at the end of Blessed. Can't wait to see how the guys traverse whats next.

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    1. P.s I know what you mean about husbands and opposites. I have been with my husband for 28 years. He's the happy optimistic person and I'm the pessimist and realistic one. About 25% of the time I want to knock some sense into him. LOL

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    2. I'm so glad you enjoyed the book! The final novel in the series will be out this May. :)

      And that sounds about right! 25%! The balance between partners is so important and it sometimes takes a bit of work.

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