Today I have Charley Descoteaux back talking about her brand new release and getting a little insight about the main character from his best friend. Welcome back Charley!
Hi, I’m Charley Descoteaux and I’m an Erotic Romance Author. Not that I want to be cured, but some days I feel like a complete ERom addict. So much so, that during just about every spare moment I have folks in my head talking about love and sex and HEAs. Most of them want their HEA next, but today I have a different kind of guy with me. Ben Moros is the suave best friend of Neil Sedwick, the sweet but slightly hapless hero of my new Dreamspinner release, Directing Traffic. Ben is tall, dark and sexy—and gets just about everything he wants. He’s agreed to talk to me, and didn’t even set any ground rules first. Although knowing him, I probably should’ve set one or two!
Charley: Hi Ben, how’re you doing today?
Ben: Lonely. *laughs* Nah, I’m good.
Charley: Glad to hear it. Do you have time to talk a little about Neil?
Ben: Wicki? Sure. What do you want to talk about? I have a bunch of raunchy stories about him. Like the time we—
Charley: Um, okay. Let’s start with how you guys met.
Anne mutters *and pouts*: But I’d like to hear the raunchy stories!
Ben: Okay, sure. It was the seventh grade. He transferred into my gym class a few weeks into the year. As soon as I saw him I wanted his lips wrapped around my dick. He always had those pretty lips, like he’d just sucked someone off.
Charley: But I thought you guys never—
Ben: Nah, we never. I talked to him after class that first day and it just didn’t seem right. I would’ve felt like I was taking advantage. He’s always been younger than he is, you know? Not dumb or anything, just really really nice. Innocent.
Charley: That was very mature of you, Ben.
Ben: *laughs* Yeah, I have my moments. About one a decade.
Charley: I’ll let that go for now, but Neil’s not the only one who can tell when you’re full of shit.
Ben: *shrugs* It’s true. I’m no angel.
Charley: But you’re a decent guy. No, don’t bother arguing. I won’t tell anyone, so your reputation is safe. But if we can get back to Neil … What was it like for you guys as teenagers? Were you jocks? Nerds? Spill.
Ben: Neither, really. I played sports because my dad wanted me to, but Wicki didn’t. His parents didn’t push him into anything, really. He’s an only child and they were busy doing their own thing most of the time. He spent a lot of time at my house—my mom loves him, he’s never turned down a hug or a plate of food.
Charley: Were you there when he met Lloyd?
Ben: (Stands up and paces a few circles in the middle of the floor and then sits back down.) No. It was a career day thing at school. He tried to get me to go, but I was off getting blown by the first baseman. I figured I’d worry about a career after I got to college. That’s what it’s for, right? But he was starting to get worried about what would happen after high school, and he could be as earnest back then as he is now. So, he’s walking by this lawyer’s station when the guy practically accosts him. Wicki’s too nice to say he’s not interested, but pretty soon he doesn’t care about career day anymore and is swept off his feet by this rich old man.
Charley: So you didn’t like Lloyd much.
Ben: *shrugs* Not at first. I mean, what kind of a man meets a seventeen year old kid at a school event and lures him into bed? My mom and sisters were scandalized when they heard about it.
Charley: Lures? That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?
Ben: Maybe. He wasn’t a bad guy. He was good to Neil, never even said anything about how his parents were never around. They didn’t seem to notice when he moved into Lloyd’s condo, and I could tell that hurt. He could’ve had the decency to die in someone else’s arms, though.
Charley: Okay, let’s not give too much away, hon.
Ben: What do you mean? Isn’t it in the blurb that Lloyd died? You don’t want people thinking this is a story about some old perv—
Charley: Okay, okay . . . anything else we should know about Neil? Or maybe you? Are you in the queue for your own HEA?
Anne perks up at this possibility.
Ben: (Laughs so hard he has to blow his nose and then go fix his hair.) Not hardly. I’m not ready to give up my freedom. How many times can you suck the same dick before it gets old? I mean, it’d have to be a helluva guy, and he’d probably have to handcuff me to the bed to get me to consider it. (He tries not to, but ends up laughing again until.)
Charley: That could be arranged. I know a couple of guys who—
Ben: (Gets up and heads for the door.) No, thanks. I think I’m late for a workout …
Charley: Hey, wait! What about those raunchy stories?
Ben: I’m full of shit, remember? *winks*
Directing Traffic by Charley Descoteaux
Neil Sedwick expects to spend his vacation in a sleepy tourist trap mourning his late partner’s death. Instead, he puts his recently acquired CPR certificate to use and saves an elderly resident’s life. But it’s the survivor’s nephew, sexy middle-school teacher Ty Bigelow, who causes Neil to reevaluate his routine and consider reopening his heart.
Though the electricity between them is undeniable, Ty is struggling with his own feelings of inadequacy, and Neil is moored to the past. Even the healing peace of an old man’s garden and the ever-changing waters of the Oregon coast may not be enough to prepare Neil to overcome a crisis of the heart.
When he finally emerged from the room, Neil wasn’t very hungry and didn’t feel like walking on the beach, so he thought he’d go to the local information center and find a hiking trail. The little beach community sat between the ocean and the Coast Range, so he shouldn’t have to go far. He’d almost made it to the end of the block when someone called to him.
“Neil? Um, it’s Neil, right?”
The young man with the auburn curls walked up to him, looking as though he wanted to run but was holding himself back through a great force of will. Or maybe Neil still felt melancholy from his run-in with The Happy Couple and was projecting.
Neil nodded. “You were there the other day, when…. How is he?”
“He’s good. He’ll be fine, really, thanks to you. That’s why I’m here. I’m not a stalker—I got your information from the police. I wanted to say thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Neil smiled. “I’m glad I could help.”
“And, I mean, since you saved his life and all, I’d like to know, can I take you to dinner tonight?”
Neil’s heart started hammering in his chest. This young, sexy man wanted to take him to dinner.
“You don’t have to do anything. I’m just glad he’ll be okay.”
“Ty. I’m Tyler, but everyone calls me Ty. I know I don’t have to, but it means a lot, what you did. Uncle Ray’d be dead if you hadn’t….”
Neil thought Ty might hyperventilate, so he took his arm and steered him to a bench in front of the bakery on the corner. Ty shook, but after a few slow breaths was able to compose himself.
“How about lunch?” Neil asked, surprising himself.
Ty smiled, and Neil wondered if anyone nearby would be able to do CPR on him if his erratically beating heart decided to stop. Ty didn’t look as young when he smiled; in fact, he looked a lot older and more worldly. And he had an adorable dimple in his left cheek.
“Meet me at that cafe at the end of the main drag at noon? It has a woman’s name, Sharon’s or Shirley’s….”
Neil nodded and they both stood. After a slightly awkward moment, Ty offered Neil his hand.
“Thanks. I mean it.”
Maybe Neil saw more than gratitude in Ty’s hazel-green eyes, but he talked himself out of it fairly quickly. Surely he hadn’t slept well after what had happened to his uncle.
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