Please say hello to B.G. Thomas on the release day of his latest novel
Like Athena from the Forehead of Zeus...
Nah.... That is pretty presumptuous, isn’t it? I was going to write that one of my favorite characters sprang from my head like Athena came from the head of Zeus. But I am hardly the king of the gods, although I might compare a pretty young man named Blue to the beauty of certain goddess.
My point was that Blue, the star of my new novel of the same name, just appeared—and it was right out of my head. And it was as big a surprise to me as it was to Zeus. According to legend he swallowed his son by his first wife Metis because it was prophesied that he would be a great threat to Zeus. Then nine months later his head began to hurt horribly and he asked Hephaestus to help him. Hephaestus opened his head with some kind of magical ax and Athena sprang free, a fully adult woman.
And one day I was writing a Christmas story called Bianca’s Plan, a story of a young girl setting her father up on blind dates because she didn’t want him to be lonely anymore. I was just writing along, it was a scene where she and her dad and his best friend are shopping for Christmas trees, when Blue burst forth to make the character’s, and our, acquaintance. He was a delightful young man who seemed to be a bit of an airhead and who could talk a mile a minute—but he wasn’t the man for Bianca’s father.
I thought that was it. That Blue had done what he was supposed to do. His role was filled.
But darnit, he just kept popping up. Never more than a few pages here and there throughout my stories, a fun cameo here and there—and one not so fun. But then he got to be a more serious little guy and it turned out, a reader favorite. They wanted—no, more like demanded—that Blue have his own story. And that is what I finally did.
But there is a fun side of the story that I want to share with you!
It happens that I belong to a bunch of communities of Facebook. Pretty normal, right? One of those is where people post pictures of beautiful men. I was scrolling along, really kind of bored that day, when I was STOPPED by a picture. I gasped. I couldn’t believe it! I was looking at Blue!
He was almost exactly how I had pictured him from that instant he burst through the Christmas trees...except of course that in Bianca’s Plan he was wearing a winter coat and not pretty blue underwear!
Anyway, I had to share this moment with my editor Andi—who has become one of my very dearest friends—who knows my writing better than I do. I sent her the link so she could see him, although I didn’t tell her what she was going to see. I did warn her that it wasn’t work safe! But she could have been hitting a link to see a recipe for goulash or a picture of a one of her favorite guys from Supernatural for all she knew that day!
I was utterly thrilled when she gasped and said, “Oh my God! That’s Blue!”
So, I did a little work and tracked down the photographer, a man named Dave Suntown, who is simply a wonderful person, and was over the moon when he said I could contract/license the picture to be the cover for my novel! In fact, he sent me several of the pictures from the shoot, but the cover comes from the picture I first saw and fell in love with.
Dave has gone on to provide the models and photos for several of my other books and I couldn’t be happier about it. He not only has a great eye for finding models, but he is an amazing photographer and, as I said, a wonderful guy. I daresay you will see more of his work on my covers in the future.
Anyway, I dearly wanted to share that story. Now I will give you the blurb for the story!
Blue McCoy has lived on the streets for a long time, surviving by his wits and doing what he must, and he’s not above using his youthful appearance and air of innocence to his advantage. It’s not an easy life, but he’s happy. He has everything he really needs: the clothes on his back, a house to squat in, a sweet dog. Everything except that special someone to love him.
Six months ago, John Williams’s wife left him because she was bored. “Even your name is boring” were her last words to him before she walked out. Now he’s by himself in a big house, trying to figure out what direction his life should take. He’s never been so alone.
A chance encounter sets John on a new path, a path that becomes clearer when loneliness sends him to a local animal shelter to get a dog—and he finds an angel instead. An angel named Blue. A crisis brings them together, but it is something else that keeps them there. Could it be love? A love that can forever end two men's deep loneliness and bring them the support and sense of belonging they've searched for all their lives?
Now I want to make something clear! If you think that you need to go and buy the stories that Blue has previously cameoed in before you read this one, you’re wrong! Totally and completely wrong! The novel Blue stands totally on its own and in fact is a true tale of who he really is, and not the character who has been misunderstood by the people he met in those other stories. They didn’t see who he really was. And since you will see Blue from his POV, you will get an intimate view of who him for the very smart guy he is.
He has been through hell. He should be a bitter angry person. He’s not. The sweetness shines through all the dark and muck. All he needs is someone who he can totally love, and who will love him back. And thus...the novel Blue.
Here is a little except from the novel. Blue has met this very kind man named John who has taken him out for something to eat. He is hungry and exhausted. It’s been a terrible day. His beloved dog was hit by a car, and the meal is something he can do to take care of himself while he waits to find out the fate of his dog....
Blue ate his food quickly, voraciously even, speaking very little, which for him was a miracle. He couldn’t help it. He’d learned that he should eat when he had the chance, and sometimes that meant fast. You never knew when someone might try to take your food from you.
At John’s urging, he had gotten some appetizers from a counter against the wall—crab rangoon and egg rolls. But also some Mongolian ones—buuz, a type of dumpling, and khuushuur, a meat-filled pastry.
All of it was delicious. He’d had no idea how hungry he was!
It had been with some shame that Blue had first haunted the alleys behind restaurants, waiting for trash to be dumped. But he’d learned that people often left whole meals uneaten for some stupid reason, and so the employees would just throw it out. Of course, getting food from the trash was tricky. You wanted to make sure you didn’t get something that would make you sick or had already been chewed or was covered in cigarette ashes (although these days, with restaurants not allowing smoking inside, that wasn’t the problem it used to be when he was younger). It was best when he was right there, waiting for the trash to be taken out. It was freshest that way.
Anything could have happened to send the food to the trash. Why, he’d had steaks, virtually untouched baked potatoes, pork chops that were fatty or only a little bit burned, tons of fries, and enough vegetables to feed a host of vegetarians. Didn’t anyone eat their broccoli these days? And sure, asparagus made your pee stink, but it was delish going down and…
John was looking at him.
It wasn’t in a sexy way.
…maybe he should have stopped before licking his bowl.
“I’m sorry. That was weird, wasn’t it?” Was that weird? Licking his bowl? “You think I’m weird, don’t you?” Because in the end everyone did. And now here was this really nice (sexy) man thinking he was a weirdo! Damn.
John shrugged. “What do I know from weird? That’s what my wife says.”
Married. Of course he was. Married. John didn’t care if he was weird. That explained it all. Aaarrgghhh! “Where is your wife?” Blue asked, trying not to clench his teeth. “Won’t she be wondering where you are?”
“She left me.” John’s eyes went dark.
Blue froze. Oh shit.
“I think she’s in Cancún,” John said quietly. “No one will tell me for sure.”
“Gosh,” Blue said, wide-eyed. He put the bowl down. “I’m so sorry.”
John pursed his lips. “I….” He shook his head. “Nothing,” he whispered.
And then, just when Blue thought that maybe John wasn’t going to answer: “She says I’m boring. She says even my name is boring. She said she wanted to do something interesting with her life while she was still young enough to do it.”
Blue swallowed hard. Gosh, gosh, and gosh.
What did he say?
“I’m sorry, John.”
The big man sighed. He looked so defeated. When he’d been so strong all afternoon.
“I wish I knew what to say.”
“It’s okay,” John said. He frowned.
He didn’t look okay. “You don’t look okay,” Blue said.
John shrugged. “It is what it is.”
Blue sighed and reached out and touched John’s hand again, and this time John didn’t flinch. But still…. Blue had misjudged everything. He had no idea what was going on. It looked like John was the real thing. A man just being nice to him. On a really horrible day. And here he was embarrassing the man by touching him in public. He already knew John was self-conscious about the two of them—what people thought. Blue started to pull away, but John used his thumb to hold Blue’s hand right where it was.
“Blue? I was happy. I was never bored. I liked my life. I love my job.”
“What do ya do, John?”
“I’m a banker.”
John sighed. “See? You think the same thing, don’t you? That I’m boring.”
Boring? How was being a banker boring? It sounded so… sophisticated. “Oh, John. I can’t balance a checkbook. You’re a banker? I mean, wow!”
John stopped. He put down a meat pastry that he was about to take a bite of.
“I mean,” Blue continued, “I hope I can get famous one day for my candles, and you’re a banker? Really? Like… like what do you do?”
“I’m the president of Heartland United Bank.”
“The president?” Blue exclaimed.
John visibly swallowed. “Yes.”
“I mean… it’s just—”
“Just shit, man!” Blue threw his free hand up in the air. “A fripping bank president? I mean, who gets to be a bank president? You must be really smart!”
John looked down at his nearly finished martini. And golly! Was he blushing? It was hard to tell by candlelight. Then he looked back up. He had such sexy eyes, and he was smiling, even if it was only a little bit.
“I’m pretty proud of it, Blue.”
“You should be!” And he meant it. Blue would never be a bank teller, let alone a president. Imagine!
Now John’s smile grew, even if it was only a little bit more. “Thank you, Blue. It wasn’t easy.”
“Now I feel guilty, though.”
Guilty? Why would John feel guilty? He didn’t want that!
“This was supposed to be about you,” John said—and now he looked like a scolded puppy.
Blue smiled. Or tried to.
“I was trying to help,” John added.
Blue sighed, and by gosh if he didn’t feel a little of today’s weight lift from his shoulders. “You are helping, John. You are.”
“I’m glad. God, Blue. You’re so beau—”
Now Blue could see John was definitely blushing. So “beau”? Now what did that mean? What had he been about to say?
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About the author:
B.G. Thomas lives in Kansas City with his husband of more than a decade and their fabulous dogs Sarah Jane and Oliver. He is blessed to have a lovely daughter as well as many extraordinary friends. He has a great passion for life.
B.G. loves romance, comedies, fantasy, science fiction, and even horror—as far as he is concerned, as long as the stories are character driven and entertaining, it doesn’t matter the genre. He has gone to literature conventions his entire adult life where he’s been lucky enough to meet many of his favorite writers. He has made up stories since he was a child; it is where he finds his joy.
In the nineties, he wrote for gay adult magazines but stopped because the editors wanted all sex without plot. “The sex is never as important as the characters,” he says. “Who cares what they are doing if we don’t care about them?” Excited about the growing male/male romance market, he began writing again. He submitted a novella and was thrilled when it was accepted in four days. Since then the romantic tales have poured out of him. “It’s like I’m somehow making up for a lifetime’s worth of story-telling!”
In 2015 he made an entry every day in his blog “365 Days of Silver” where he found something every day to be grateful for.
“Leap, and the net will appear” is his personal philosophy and his message. “It is never too late,” he testifies. “Pursue your dreams. They will come true!”
Find out more on his website.
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