Guest Blog: Brita Addams
I’d like to welcome Brita Addams as part of the Noble Romance Authors “Timeless Desire” blog tour. Take it away, Brita…
What’s your favourite published work of yours and why?
Honestly, that’s like choosing your favorite child. But, since you asked – I have to say I truly love my Timeless Desire story, A Minute After Midnight. I absolutely love the dynamic between two men who love each other and with Reid and Logan, the struggle to overcome their past in order find their way to the future.
Where’s your favourite place to write?
I write in the living room, on my sofa, using my laptop. I don’t like the idea of sitting at a desk, so all my books have been written in the same place.
How do you get yourself in the mood to write?
I wake up. LOL. I’m always in the mood to write. I think I would write ’round the clock if I didn’t need to sleep.
If you could bring one of your characters to life, which one would it be and why?
I would love to know Laurant St. John from Love Immortal. He’s a vampire in the Regency era, someone who doesn’t want to be a vamp. He’s broody, angsty, and very much in love with Sebastian. I’d love to talk to Laurant for sure.
What are you working on at the moment?
I’m writing the fourth installment of my Romeo Club stories. They are pure erotica shorts, unapologetically so, focusing on men seeking fulfillment of their particular kinks. I plan on writing twelve to fifteen of these shorts, each with a different main character and a different sexual kink.
Here’s an excerpt from A Minute After Midnight, my m/m Timeless Desire story:
Each roll of the tires brought Reid Wright closer to home—or what had been his home until he’d struck out for the big city. Reid negotiated the ribbons of highway with something akin to fear. Not fear for his safety or anything quite that dramatic but fear for his heart. He’d only been back twice since college—once to bury his parents and even before that, only as long as it took to discover the man he loved wouldn’t be sharing his life after all. When the announcement of the fifteen-year high school reunion arrived in the mail, he’d dismissed it, even threw it away. But then the thought of seeing Logan again forced him to dust off the coffee grounds and answer in the affirmative. He knew Logan would be there, and come what may, he plunged straight into the maelstrom of what would most assuredly be an emotional weekend.
He’d not considered Pine Oaks home since his parents had died. There were no siblings to visit, consequently, no nieces or nephews to buy presents for. Instead, he’d long ago exorcized the old hometown from his life and moved on; sans the one person he’d always counted on—Logan Chalmers.
As the endless highway stretched before him, he replayed their last night, when, despite much discussion, gnashing of teeth, and a fuck session that lasted into the early morning, nothing had changed.
“You don’t understand,” Logan had said. “I have to stay here. Dad needs me now.”
“Can you cure his cancer with your degree in business? Damn, Logan, I need you too.”
“He’s dying, and he can’t run the company any longer. Stay here, help me.”
Reid had laughed at that. He wasn’t about to bury himself in Podunkville, when the big city beckoned.
He’d replayed the ultimatum in his head many times over the years. “I’ll pick you up at midnight,” he’d said the morning of the day he left. If you aren’t sitting in the car by a minute after, I’m gone, and we’re done.”
He’d eaten those angry words a million times.
Sure Logan would change his mind, he’d waited impatiently, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. When the light in Logan’s room went off, he’d jammed his foot on the gas pedal and never looked back.
Hurt and anger had fueled his drive to New Orleans, though an epiphany came over him as he drove through Baton Rouge. He wanted to turn around, to tell Logan he understood, but then, as he resisted the temptation, he realized he didn’t and never would.
The appointment the next day at Melancon and Myers, the city’s most prestigious architectural firm, kept his over-packed VW bug rolling east on I-10.
After he’d gotten settled, he’d called Logan a few times, but the conversations were strained, and they never spoke of anything substantive. More, “Hi, how you doin’? Oh, busy? Well then, I’ll let you go.”
As time went on, his attempts to forget Logan failed miserably. Reid ate himself up over not considering how devastated Logan must have been when he learned of his father’s cancer. Logan lost so much and must have felt the only way he could repay his parents for all they’d done was to keep his family’s construction business going. When the full impact hit him about a year later, Logan had stopped answering the phone.
“Pine Oaks–50 miles” the sign read, and Reid’s stomach did a flip. He wondered how much the place had changed. Shit, nothing stayed the same and why should it?
Thoughts of Logan teased at his memories, his smiling college roommate, with his sexy blue eyes and fine ass. Had he changed? Good question. And should he even care?
Yes, he should. He always had. Logan was never far from his thoughts, which had proven disastrous for any subsequent relationship.
His empty stomach guided him to the Pine Oaks Diner just off his exit. He’d collect his thoughts and calm his nerves before he checked into the Hyatt. As it was, he’d cut it close by waiting until the day of the reunion to drive in. Now, with only a few hours before everyone gathered at The Pine’s clubhouse, he questioned his resolve. Did he have the courage to see Logan again?
He robotically ate a salad, his heart definitely not in it. He’d have much preferred his major weakness—a big, juicy hamburger with a hefty side of crispy fries, but he didn’t want to feel bloated and guilty for missing the dreaded daily workouts.
The town looked polished, clean, ready for the tourist traffic. The short ride to the hotel impressed him. The small town politicians had brought home the money from Uncle Sam.
The valet at the hotel ran out to collect his keys, accompanied by a bellhop, who gathered his luggage from the trunk. The Hyatt—the hotel preferred by out-of-towners, or so said the commendation for cleanliness behind the desk. The pretty clerk handed him a key, which he found to be extraordinarily odd, given most everywhere issued key cards. Obviously, Pine Oaks hadn’t come into the twenty-first century, but then, there was no real surprise there.
The room was adequate, save for the blue and pink bedspread, a mass of swirls and geometric shapes that was dizzying if looked at too carefully. The place was clean; it would do for two nights.
After shaving, he stood under the shower for a long time, allowing the water to rain down as he braced his arms against the tiles. Thoughts of Logan in the shower with him, as they’d done so many times in college, got him hard. The man’s body was to die for. To keep up, he’d worked out, still, all these years later.
He slid a soapy hand around his dick, and thought of the many times he and Logan had fucked in the shower before class. They’d wanted each other with the fervency of eager, young men, and nowhere was off limits. The more dangerous the better.
They’d experimented with positions, bottoming as often as topping, sucking and touching every chance they got. Since then, he’d learned so many other ways of getting off, but had never found anyone else who enjoyed them as he did.
Emotions overcame him. He jerked himself off and cried at the memories he’d so long ago tried to bury. Such emotion was unlike him. He never cried, save for when he mired himself in Logan nostalgia. Thoughts of his last partner brought him around. Eric—tall, tanned, cocky as hell, and a great fuck, but absolutely no depth of character. The appeal had been his body, and the convenience of working together. Eric fucked with a rabid appetite, anytime, anywhere, but his list of partners also included every guy who made eye contact. Their breakup had been clean, Eric had moved on without much more than, “Oh, okay then, see you around.” Reid was fine with Eric’s absence, preferring solitude to the shallowness the man had brought into his life.
He turned off the water, stepped out into the steamy room, and wiped the mirror off with a clean towel. After he used it to dry, he squeezed some gel into his hand and styled his hair the same way he’d done it for the last ten years. It took too much energy to make a change, and for what? He had no one to impress. He dabbed on his cologne before then slid his beige Dockers up his legs. Though he’d hung his shirt in the bathroom to try to steam out the wrinkles, it hadn’t worked, so he set up the ironing board and ironed his royal blue shirt. Finding that particular shirt had taken on utmost importance, and he’d spent all day the prior Saturday combing every store in the mall to find it.
He’d owned one just similar to it, same color at least, and Logan loved it so much, he’d confiscated it just before their breakup. Somehow, the subtle reminder seemed appropriate. Whether Logan noticed or not was another story, but Reid hoped the man would realize the gesture was meant for him—a peace offering perhaps.
He checked his fingernails and his teeth, then padded around the bedroom, trying to remember where he’d left his shoes. He found them, and after using the complimentary shoeshine do-dad to buff away the road dust, he slipped the loafers on. Relieved to see he was on time, he clasped his watch around his wrist. Just a fifteen-minute drive to The Pines, and then it was anyone’s guess what would happen.
He shoved the big-ass room key into his pocket and picked up his car keys. As he looked around to see if he’d forgotten anything, he drew in a deep gulp of resignation. Why am I putting myself through this? What would he do when he saw Logan with someone else, happily talking over all their years together?
He pulled the door open and stepped into the corridor. Yeah, this night should prove interesting.
A Minute After Midnight can be purchased at Noble Romance: https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/338/A-Minute-after-Midnight
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