Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Hot Hero Interview : Cameron from The First Real Thing by Cat Grant

Welcome, everyone! Today we’re talking with Cameron, the hero of Cat Grant’s new m/m romance, THE FIRST REAL THING.

Q. Cameron, you have what most people would consider an unusual, if not downright scandalous, job. Do you want to tell everyone, or shall I?

A. Well, I guess this’ll be a pretty short interview if we don’t talk about it! For the past five years—up till a few months ago, in fact—I was a fairly successful male escort.

Q. Wow, you just blurted that right out!

A. [Laughs] I’m not ashamed of it. Despite what the media would have everyone believe, it’s not such a bad life, as long as you’re smart and take good care of yourself. I made a good living at it, until…

Q. You’re not going to leave us hanging on that, are you? Until what?

A. Until I met Trev. And yes, it happened “on the job,” so to speak.

Q. You fell in love with one of your clients?

A. Yes and no. I was at a hotel bar to meet an actual client, and I thought Trev was that guy. Didn’t discover my mistake until after we’d… well, I’m sure you can fill in the blanks.

Q. That’s a pretty unusual way to meet someone!

A. Yeah, no kidding! But luckily, it’s worked out for the best.

Q. So how’s domestic life treating you? I understand you’re quite the cook.

A. Well, I’m no Wolfgang Puck, but I enjoy whipping up a tasty meal. A little osso bucco, a little wine, a little salad. A little French roast while Trev and I curl up on the couch afterward. Life’s never been better.

Thanks to Cat Grant and Cameron for chatting with us today. Keep reading for a sneak peek at The First Real Thing available now at Ellora's Cave.


Copyright © CAT GRANT, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

Friday, May 7th, 4:34 p.m.

Want to play a game?

Next time you’re in some elegant upscale bar, take a look around and see if you can spot the prostitutes. I guarantee there’ll be at least one or two.

The dark-rooted blonde in the short skirt getting loud and sloppy over her third martini? Desperate divorcée, maybe, but definitely not a hooker. No self-respecting pro would call attention to herself like that.

The swarthy guy with his shirt unbuttoned halfway to his navel, showing off way too much chest hair? Not unless you’ve jumped in a time machine back to the seventies.

It’s not the bartender either, or any of the waitresses. Who in their right mind would sling drinks for minimum wage when they could be making three hundred bucks an hour?

Fact is, you’ve probably rubbed elbows with us more than once and you never had a clue. The real pros have a talent for blending in.

See the guy sitting at the bar, the one in the charcoal suit and crisp white shirt open at the throat? Dark hair, blue eyes. Well groomed, in shape. Attractive but not underwear-model pretty. Looks like just another business exec winding down after a long day, doesn’t he?

That would be me. My name’s Cameron, and I’m an escort.

Prostitute. Whore. Rent boy. Call me what you like, I won’t be offended. I enjoy sex, and I’m good at it, but it’s not the only service I provide. Most of the guys who hire me are just plain lonely. I’m there to fill the void for an evening or a weekend. Why shouldn’t I get paid for it? It’s a hell of a better living than waiting tables or slaving away in an office.

Now I sound like I’m trying to justify myself. I’m not even sure why I started this blog. I’ve never kept a written record of my working life before, but it’s not like I’ve got anyone else I can talk to about it. My family doesn’t know what I do. Mike’s my only real friend, and thank God he doesn’t judge me, but he’s not in the life. He can’t understand.

I’ve been hooking for five years—that’s a long time in this business. First thing you learn is to turn off your feelings, turn on the charm and get the job done. All those hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold stories are bullshit. You can’t afford to have a heart, not in this line of work.

Can’t afford to let anyone in.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Oldies, but Goodies. . .

--From guest blogger Kele Moon

Recreating classic love stories isn’t as easy as it sounds and it’s often challenging and rewarding in equal parts for a writer. Cinderella, for example, is a very popular theme that never grows old. The rags to riches stories where true love not only makes your heart soar, but also gives you a very nice happily ever after in the plush palace of your dreams. What’s not to love about that? The term oldies, but goodies was invented for romance!

Perhaps not as light as Cinderella, but still compelling, the Garden of Eden has always intrigued me. As a lover of ménage romance, the contrast between good and evil heroes and Eve’s affinity for the forbidden, it was too much to resist!

In my new book Beyond Eden, I posed the question to myself—What if the devil were the good guy?

Maybe giving into temptation is a good thing.

Set in modern day Tampa, three friends come together in the very emotional journey of Beyond Eden. These characters are just regular people, trying to live normal lives, but dark secrets and burning passions make it impossible. The mirror to the original love story is clear. The devilish Danny charming Eve to not only bite the apple, but to convince Paul to disobey his father and bite the apple as well. Beauty, true love, temptation, obedience and punishment are all elements to this erotic romance with strong BDSM elements.

While Danny, Paul and Eve’s story is their own the vein of the original tale runs deep. At the end of the long creative journey of writing Beyond Eden, I realized something--what happened in the garden of good and evil could have been one of the richest love stories ever told. It's the original oldie, but goodie!

Will you dare to taste the forbidden?

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Friday, September 3, 2010

"Write what you know," they said...

...and I took them at their word. I enjoy reading (and writing) science fiction, fantasy, mysteries, and other genre fiction. I also enjoy reading and writing smut. As a college friend of mine once said, when I mentioned that he talked about sex an awful lot, "I like having sex. And when I'm not having sex, I like talking about sex." It's hard to argue with that logic.

When I started writing with the intent to be published, I continued to write science fiction, fantasy, mysteries--and erotica. I've never piloted a starship or fought an invading horde of orcs, but I can imagine it. Sex, though--sex I know about. I was interested in sex long before I ever managed to experience it. The combination of being painfully shy as a child and growing up in a conservative, religious small town environment in Virginia meant it took me much longer than I'd have liked to finally cross that threshold.

That didn't prevent me from reading about it, a lot. And fantasizing. Among the fantasies that aroused me the most were having lots of partners (albeit one at a time), and getting involved in wild sex parties. It took me some years, but I managed both eventually. I've been involved in swinging for a long time now, and while I know some people just don't go for that sort of thing, I don't understand it.

I can understand being nervous about trying something new. I've been a curious first-time observer, and a nervous newbie. The experiences of my heroine, Angela, in The Wild One are not autobiographical, but a lot of the details are based on personal observations:

Excerpt from "The Wild One"