Vivid Blue Press
13 May 2016
Gay Romance / Bisexual
When being true to yourself means denial is no longer an option.
On the heels of a tragedy, Brandon White shaved his hair, adorned his body with tattoos, and concentrated on his attraction to the opposite sex. Fifteen years later, Brandon is a protective son and a loyal and respected member of the San Francisco Fire Department, bedding anything in a skirt that promises not to stick around afterward.
When his past and present collide in his dreams—including his best friend and fellow fireman, Mason—Brandon knows things are never going to be the same again. He starts to recall that fateful day years before, and the long-forgotten feelings that preceded it. The most important thing he remembers—he’s not as straight as he’d thought.
With help, Brandon learns to accept who he was always meant to be. But when tragedy strikes again, Brandon must reconcile his past and present and deal with his grief if he is to ever be true, not only to himself, but to Mason as well.
Feeling more like myself, I used Mason’s shower gel and finished washing. I sighed. I smelled like him now, better than that cloying perfume. After getting out of the shower, I used the toothbrush Mason kept around for me, then pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt I had there. I had to remember to take some stuff home—I had more clothes here than I did at my own place.
Padding barefoot toward the small kitchen, I could smell bacon and coffee. “Hey, I thought I was cooking breakfast?” Leaning my hip against the counter, I watched Mason move from cupboard to refrigerator. He was shirtless, just his sweatpants on, and the overhead light made his piercings flash.
“You took too long in the shower and I was hungry,” he grumbled.
I eyed the rods in his nipples. “Did they hurt?”
“Did what hurt?”
“Your nipples.” I was curious about them. Sure, I’d seen them before, but I’d never asked.
“Like a bitch,” Mason said, pouring batter for pancakes. I loved his breakfast, and he knew how I liked my coffee. He must’ve read my mind, because he handed me a steaming mug once he’d finished pouring the batter.
“Hmm, thanks.” I took a sip. Mason had the best pillows and the best coffee. I looked at his nipples again. “Why?”
“Why’d you get your nipples done?”
“You’re weird this morning. You’ve seen them before.”
“I know, but I’m curious.”
“Fuck knows. Why’d you do it if it hurt so much?” Why is he avoiding answering the question?
Mason blushed. “Because… they feel good.”
“Do you have a pain kink?”
Mason’s eyes narrowed. “What? No, you idiot. I have sensitive nipples and the piercings… well… when someone plays with them…” He trailed off, his face flushing all kinds of red.
I raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Now eat your breakfast and shut the fuck up.”
“Can I touch one?”
“What the hell is wrong with you today?” he sputtered.
“I’m just curious.”
Mason raised an eyebrow. “Are you gay?”
“What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I’m not gay.”
“Then you can’t touch them,” Mason huffed.
We ate in silence sitting at the counter, but I couldn’t stop looking at his nipples. He glared at me. I winked at him and he laughed and shook his head. “Idiot.”
About the Author
RJ started as a reader and eventually made the progression to reviewing. It wasn't until two men popped into her thoughts, insisting on telling her their story that she started to write. It started with one scene. A hot and dirty one in the shower.
RJ's initial thought was if she could write their scene then they'd shut up and allow her to concentrate on other aspects of the day. That shower scene was 3000 words long and three hours of work. But they didn't shut up. They told her their entire story and she didn't sleep for days. Sometimes she couldn't keep up with what they were telling her and she had to keep a notebook by the bed.
Whilst RJ was writing their story a side character decided he needed his story told too. Then other characters followed suit.
You see the problem? If RJ ever wants to sleep again then she needs to write.
RJ is a wife and a mother to two boys. Even her dog is a boy. She is surrounded by males.
RJ writes emotionally charged, character driven romances. Her guys will always get their HEA, but it will never be easy.