It’s a Man’s World: Pet Peeves in M/M Romance by Kimber Vale
All readers have pet peeves when it comes to specific genres. I’m no exception. I’ve noticed many M/M readers share some of mine (and also have their own). I thought it’d be fun to list a few of the biggies.
I’ll start with one of my most hated ones: Just about every guy who shows up in the book is gay. This drives me nuts. I know that authors love to have series, or spin-offs. I get it. You need a few gay guys to write a gay romance (or two). But for corn’s sake, throw some straight dudes in there! Toss some chicks in, too! This is the real world we’re reading about, right? Well, at least if it’s a contemporary or historical. Those fantasy/sci-fiers can get away with different shit. Lucky bastards.
Here’s another that makes me put a book down: Insta-love. This goes for romance across the board. Insta-lust? Yes. Insta-sex? Oh, I’ve been guilty (writing and otherwise). But please don’t try to sell me insta-love. I’m not buying.
Men who act like women. We’re different. We’re really, really different! Don’t substitute one of your dudes for a chick with a dick.
So, those are my top three. How about you? Any M/M—or romance in general—common pitfalls that piss you off? Lay ‘em on me. In honor of the season of giving, my favorite pet peeve (not already mentioned) gets a copy of my M/M “Forever is Now.” Ho. Ho. Ho.
Kimber Vale writes erotic romance of all stripes, from hetero sci-fi to hot man-love (under K. Vale). Come for the sex. Stay for the story. Find her on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale, and check out her website for new releases, occasional freebies, and info spiked with excessive f-bombing (on the blog). www.kimbervale.com
Kimber Vale on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Kimber-Vale/e/B006HMAY06/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
Blurb for “Forever is Now”
If you love someone, set him free. If he steals something of yours, hunt him down and make him sorry.
Alex Bremen is over Chance Ralan. Ever since his high school boyfriend ditched him nine years ago, Alex has barely thought of Chance at all. Sure, Alex attended a concert or two when his ex’s band, Armageddon Showdown, was in the area, but that was more curiosity than anything else. Who wouldn’t want to see firsthand how his once clean-cut boyfriend transformed into a pierced and tattooed heavy metal god?
But when Chance has the nerve to record a love song Alex wrote for him years ago, Alex crosses the country to confront him. Revenge becomes a dish best served sizzling hot. The two men lock horns, but find the chemistry between them has only intensified with time, and occasionally love needs to do some growing up before it can be done right.
“So, once again, I lose to the band, huh? It’s classic Chance. You fucked me over for your career already! Years later, with an entire country between us, you do it again? I let you go, Chance. You should do the same.”
“Did you really?” Chance turned toward him, closing the distance between their bodies. Alex smelled sweat and leather, and Chance’s breath held the essence of liquor as he spoke. “You want to tell me you didn’t think about me at all this whole time? Is that why you never tried to find me? Never called?”
“Are you fucking serious? Is that what I was supposed to do?” Alex clenched his fists, torn between wanting to hit him, and dying to know if his lips, his tongue, tasted like vodka, or beer, or both.
“It woulda shown you cared.”
“I see the world still revolves around you. Nice to know some things never change.”
“Yeah, some things don’t. Your eyes are still that same amazing blue.” Chance leaned closer and the tip of his tongue flicked out to smooth his lips. “I still feel like I could just … dive into them and drown.”
Fuck. A shiver of excitement rumbled through Alex’s body. He had come here to yell at him, to make him realize what a self-centered prick he was. Hopefully shame him, at least a little. After that he was going to leave.
Instead, he leaned in, and his lips were on Chance’s. And, good lord, he tasted and smelled just the way Alex remembered underneath the burn of booze. Chance’s face was rougher against his chin and cheeks, not like the smooth-faced boy Alex used to steal kisses from. Damn, if the man wasn’t so much hotter. He licked the seam of Chance’s closed lips and the guy groaned beneath Alex’s onslaught while his mouth opened in response. Their tongues met, and Chance molded his warm body against Alex’s.
Christ, he feels almost too good.
Alex’s hand wrapped around the back of Chance’s neck. He loved the thatch of hair at Chance’s nape. Different color, but still reassuringly soft. Threading his fingers through the silky mass, he pulled Chance’s mouth closer, his tongue deeper into his own moist heat.
Alex smiled against Chance’s mouth as the rocker ground his hips upward into Alex’s throbbing groin. The guy’s cock was hot and hard, wrapped in buttery leather. It surged against Alex’s hard-on.
Not everything changed.
The squeak of the outer door being tugged open broke the love buzz, and Chance wrenched guiltily out of his arms.
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