I’d like to welcome author Blak Rayne to the blog today! Check out her new release, Older the Better, and find out more about her writing style below.
Share a little bit about your writing style. What genres and types of heroes/heroines are you attracted to? What do you love to write about?
I’m kind of a jack-of-all-trades. Right now I write mm romance/drama, but I also pen fantasy and YA, which will eventually be published under a different nom de plume. Other genres I’ve considered are m/f romance, sci-fi, biographical and informative; out of all the aforementioned, fantasy is definitely my favorite. Fantasy is the perfect genre for any one with an overly active imagination—such as myself. I love the idea of no boundaries.
Boundaries are certainly made to be broken! What can we expect when we experience one of your books?
Okay, this is a tough question. I have always striven to write interesting stories that grab and maintain your attention from the first page to the last, which includes creating characters with histories that evolve. I want the reader to become attached to my characters—share in their experiences, maybe even carry an experience that leaves a lasting impression long after they’ve finished the book. If that happens, then I’ve done my job as the author.
Books that stay with you are definitely the best. Tell us a little about your latest release, or your favorite among all of your books.
My upcoming release, Older the Better, is an interracial mm romance in which the main character is significantly younger than the man he loves. Charles meets a man in his late teens. Their relationship lasts only months to end with a painful break-up. Charles never forgets the experience and it taints the rest of his dating life. Then, many years later, the opportunity arises for Charles to confront the man. So, he returns to his hometown intent on finding out why he was dumped. What makes the story interesting is the older man, who he is to Charles, and the age difference.
If I say any more, I’ll ruin the story. 🙂 I don’t know if Older the Better is my favorite, but as with all my stories, the main characters were enjoyable to write, especially Charles’s estranged lover.
I’ve got a thing for older men! That sounds like my kind of story. If you could have one date with a crush (before marrying your spouse if necessary!), who would it be and why? What would you do?
There is a man, who comes to mind quite often, that I’d jump at the opportunity to go out with. Over two decades back, he asked me out, but due to the circumstance I’d turned him down—not once, but numerous times during a period of six months. He was a general practitioner in training and I was his patient. You know the saying—tall, dark, and handsome—well he was all that and more. Yes, I am a sad excuse for a woman. 😛
Nah, that sounds sensible rather than sad to me. What’s the most romantic thing someone ever did for you, or that you did for someone else?
There have been several, but there’s an incident that sticks out as somewhat funny. A boyfriend made me dinner, bought me flowers, and shaved his privates just for an evening full of fun. LOL
Nice! Share your favorite romantic or sexy song and why you love it so much.
Generally, because I took twelve years of classic piano, I listen to classical music, or epic movie soundtracks. I find they’re the best for inspiration. No words. No influence. One of my favourite romantic songs, or what you might call a passionate melody that provides a sense of chivalry and romance would be “Gift of Life” by Thomas Bergersen.
That’s lovely. Anything else?
Thanks so much for having me at your website, Sara! Loved the questions. 🙂
Thank you, Blak Rayne! Check out Blak’s latest book, Older the Better, below.
Older The Better
‘The hardest part of loving someone is knowing when to set them free.’
Indiscriminate sex with strangers is the only pleasure Charles has left in life. No matter how much he wants a relationship, the memories of a painful break-up during his youth won’t allow him to commit—until a friend persuades him to confront the past—to confront the man who dumped him.
Taking his friend’s advice, Charles returns home, in the hopes of rekindling the romance with the man he lost. But, his father’s religious views and the backwater community he grew up in aren’t so understanding when it comes to same-sex relationships and, to his disillusionment, neither is the man he’s returned for.
Todd dropped his overnight bag at the base of the rear porch steps, and strode towards his father. Cinching the knapsack straps, Charles leaned to rest his shoulder on a support post at the top step.
At long last, Malcolm drove the axe blade into the chopping block and stood erect. Bracing his lower back, he patted a rag on the nape of his neck. Todd surprised his father with a tap on the shoulder. Soon as Mr. MacGuire saw his son, he laughed and gave the man a hug. Charles kept to the sidelines, allowing them their privacy. Then, Todd motioned in his direction. He was pretty sure Todd had alluded to his presence, but he hadn’t heard a word over the deafening thud of his own heart.
Malcolm didn’t say anything at the onset. He removed his hat—a dusty ball cap—slapped it on the side of his leg and turned towards the house. Squinting, he put the hat back on, adjusting it by the bill. ”Charlie….”
“I wondered when you’d notice.” Charles kept his shoulder glued to the post, to control the shaking that had risen without warning through his legs; his nerves—every sensory receptor was on fire.
“By God,” Malcolm ascended the porch steps slowly, wiping both hands down the front of his shirt; it wasn’t in his nature to rush, ever. “Where have you been all my life?”
Dropping the knapsack, Charles smiled with a sense of relief as they shared a bear hug. It felt extremely good to hold the man, despite the fact that the fond embrace didn’t last. Malcolm MacGuire was rugged as the surrounding terrain, and not the sentimental type unless something, for whatever reason, struck a chord. He differed from Todd and his almost model quality features. Todd’s physical traits like his ditzy personality were reminiscent of his mother—ash blond hair and brown eyes and an oval face. Where Malcolm had that sun-baked cowboy attractive about him with the great smile, silver streaked chestnut hair that was a little unruly and a set of smoky-blues that would’ve brought any man to his knees. His rough, square jawline didn’t match the baseball cap. Charles always felt he needed a real cowboy hat, a Stetson.
“The temperature must be near thirty already?” Todd remarked, brushing the perspiration from his upper lip.
“At least,” Malcolm said flatly, glancing at him. ”By lunch it’ll hit well over forty.”
“I guess summer is here. While you two catch up,” Todd gave their backs a slap simultaneously. “I’ll make us some lemonade.”
“Thanks,” Charles added.
The screen door creaked then banged shut, leaving the men to stare at one another in silence—a silence more stifling than the mid-morning air—which made their reunion all the more awkward and, bittersweet for Charles.
Hooking a thumb in a front pocket of his jeans, Malcolm cleared his throat quietly. “I never thought I’d see you again.”
“Todd asked me to come.”
“I gathered as much.”
The look of consternation on his face, told Charles he was an unsettling presence.
“What happened to university?” Malcolm asked quite suddenly as if searching for a topic to sustain the conversation.
“I graduated with a diploma in business management over ten years ago. Since then I’ve worked for several companies. Right now I’m job hunting.”
“How’s that going?”
“It’s going. I’m debating whether to upgrade my education or take a position that pays substantially less.”
“It’s huge. I’m not getting any younger.”
“You—“ Malcolm expelled a short, dull laugh and pointed to his own chest, “it’s me that has that problem.”
“Your age isn’t a problem.”
“You’re kind…. Has it really been that long?” He seemed doubtful of the time loss and even more doubtful that Charles was standing on his porch.
“It has. It’s been fourteen years.”
“That is a very long time. Well,” Malcolm gave his elbow a gentle nudge, “come have some lemonade.”
“Sounds good,” Charles followed inside the house.
Alternative Tag Line:
One man lives on the edge. Another lives to forget. Can one bad choice be made right after fourteen years of denial?
‘Taking erotic to a sinful new level.’