You remember the old children’s story with the mouse from the country and the mouse from the city? It’s one of those fables with a moral and whatnot. Bruised is a country mouse, city mouse kind of story, only without the moral 😉
There’s the country mouse – Billy, who comes from a small town outside of Dallas – and the city mouse – Johnson, who comes from Santa Barbara. Amusingly enough, there is also the disparity in their jobs. One is a white collar worker – Billy the lawyer – while the other is a blue collar worker – Johnson the garage mechanic.
Why write characters who come from such different backgrounds and lead disparate lives? Because it’s fun.It’s fun when they bump up against their differences – whether it’s as complicated as their ideals or as simple as having different names for the same thing. Johnson always has grease under his fingernails and his hands are callused, whereas Billy’s hands are clean and soft. One is a Top, the other a bottom.
But it’s all those differences that make it fun to watch them interact, watch them fall in love and hold on to each other despite those differences, or hey, maybe because of it – Top and bottom being the obvious case in point.
While there is nothing wrong at all in writing similar characters (hell, I have very much enjoyed writing twins where both men are similar in looks, personality and needs), it is great to have characters who come with build in conflict just by virtue of them being so very different.
Billy and Johnson are wonderful foils for each other and they made writing Bruised a blast.
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Excerpt: “I’ve heard about this cobbler. Billy here tells me it’s better than sex.” Johnson decided that Billy really did look good with some color. Good enough to eat.
“Honey…” Faded gray-green eyes shone at him. “If Billy was having sex, do you really think he’d be here every Saturday night eating a widow’s chili?”
“Depends just how good the food is.” He winked at her and at Billy. She had a point, though. Billy was definitely footloose and fancy free, or he’d at least have been eating chili with a friend before now.
“Beer, Carol.” Billy shook his head, grinning, as she walked off. “Well, there’s a rousing interpretation of my Saturday nights, isn’t there? I suppose ‘I work hard’ doesn’t count as an excuse?”
“Hey, I don’t work any harder than I have to, and I can’t remember the last time I had any real fun.” He gave Billy a sympathetic smile. “Of course, we’re having fun now, aren’t we?”
“Yeah.” Billy grinned and relaxed back into the booth. “So, you from around here, Johnson? Or are you an import, too?”
“Yeah, I’m an import. I’m from the northwest originally. Jobs were hit and miss, though, and I decided to come on out and see what the big deal about California was.”
“Yeah? And have you found it? The big deal?”
Oh, that was a wink. That was flirting.
“Not yet, but I live in hope. Maybe today’s my lucky day.” He could show Billy how it was done.
Those eyes looked him up and down. “Well, it looks like maybe I found the big deal, not you.”
Oh. Oh, that was nicely done. He gave Billy a warm smile that matched the warm spot in his middle. “Maybe you did.”
Their beers came, and Billy took a long drink, watching him over the top of the glass.
Johnson took a sip of his own, holding Billy’s eyes. The day was looking better and better all the time.
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Blurb for Bruised: Johnson and Billy come from different parts of the country, different backgrounds and different places in their lives. Maybe different is exactly what they both need.
Johnson figures it’s got to be a sign when cowboy Billy shows up at his garage after hours, just as he’s about to go find someone to spend the night with. He’s horny enough that a lot of guys would look good, but Billy seems special somehow.
Billy thinks Johnson’s the hottest ticket he’s seen since he moved to California from Texas, and after a good meal and some good fun, he takes Johnson home. They both find out they’re getting more than they bargained for. Can Johnson and Billy figure out why they feel so connected and can they make it last once reality sets back in?
Publisher’s Note: This book was previously released by another publisher. It has been revised and re-edited for release with Totally Bound Publishing.
About Sean Michael: Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organising his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channelling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to “Chicago”.
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He’ll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.