But there’s also something so pure and honest about the love between two men that appeals to me on a romantic level and inspires me to write. I’ve always had openly gay and bisexual friends and relatives, the rights and acceptance of whom are very important to me, so it feels great to celebrate that.
The only excuse I have for myself is: Hey, it’s just what comes out! I adore the M/M genre, though, with all my heart. I was never a reader of gay fiction, and I’d never planned to write it. Then I wrote about more guys, and more guys, and more guys. I’d always known I wanted to write romance, but the first story that popped out was about a couple of guys finding love during a threesome with a woman. When I finally started writing fiction for a living, I surprised myself with my choice of genre. I can blame my creative mother for that one! I was constantly plotting, constantly jotting prose, constantly casting the people I met as characters in the secret novels in my head. Logical progression, right? But no matter what I did, my school notebooks and journals would not stop filling up with fiction. But I soon had to admit that small town reporting was not going to pay the bills, so I went back to school and joined the medical field. After honing my skills discovering hidden meanings authors probably never intended, I collected my near-worthless English degree and got a job at a newspaper making minimum wage. In college, I majored in English and discovered the joys of creative writing and literary interpretation. My name is Maris Black (sort of), and I’m a Southern Girl through and through. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title. Because you can't bring an innocent thing into the darkness and not expect something to rub off.
I wanted him from the first second I laid eyes on him. He's beautiful, smart, and courageous, and he hasn't been tainted by the darkness that's ruled my life. He's got this innocence about him that speaks to something deep down inside me - in a place that's never been touched by anyone. Too many demons, too much anger, and not enough to live for. I don't know if I'll ever see Kage again.īeing Michael Kage was never easy. But I did something stupid, and now I'm paying for it. And the sex? Let me put it this way: I'd never been with a guy before I met Kage, but I'd gladly spend the rest of my life on my knees for him. He transformed me completely, made me depend on him, and made me love him. To say he rocked my world would be an understatement. Against all odds, I got the attention of Michael Kage, the hottest MMA fighter on the planet. My name is Jamie Atwood, and I am an idiot. In a battle of the heart, who will be the first to submit?
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