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Colliding with the Past: When Benjamin Meets Deacon Again

After more than a decade apart, Benjamin Kensington returns to his family estate—only to come face-to-face with the one man he never truly let go of. In this long-overdue reunion, old tensions and undeniable chemistry simmer beneath the surface as Benjamin and Deacon Langford meet again in the dusty confines of the Kensington barn. But with history between them as weathered as the estate itself, will they find common ground… or just reopen old wounds?

Read on for Chapter 3 of Making It Real, where the past and present collide in the most unexpected way.

The late afternoon sun stretched long golden fingers across the fields, the tall grass swaying like waves on a restless sea. The scent of honeysuckle and warm earth filled the air, wrapping around me in a way that felt almost too familiar. Too intimate.

I walked beside my mother, our steps crunching softly over the dirt path that led toward the barn. She talked a mile a minute, her voice light and lilting, as if I’d only been gone a few months instead of more than a decade.

“I just can’t tell you how pleased I am to have you back, Benji,” she said, looping her arm through mine. “Even if it’s just for a little while.”

I gave her a sideways glance. “You make it sound like I was lost at sea.”

“Well, weren’t you? New York, all that hustle and bustle—Lord knows I don’t understand how anyone could live in a city like that.” She patted my arm. “I always knew you’d come home, though. Kensington men always do.”

I swallowed. She hadn’t asked me about my being fired, and I wasn’t ready to talk about it. Not yet.

Instead, I let her chatter on about the latest local news—the Hansons’ dog finally had her puppies, some new bakery had opened up on Route 33, and Lord help us all, Lucille Montgomery had been in three car accidents over the past year. Mom wondered when they’d take her license away.

I nodded along, but my attention was elsewhere.

For the first time, I really looked at my mother.

She was still the formidable Maggie Kensington, with her perfectly styled hair and that air of effortless Southern charm, but there were new lines around her eyes, a certain tiredness in the way she moved. When had she started looking… older?

Something uneasy settled in my chest. Maybe it really was time to come home.

Not permanently, of course. Just long enough to make sure she was okay.

We rounded the bend, and the barn came into view.

I nearly stopped in my tracks.

The old place looked like hell.

The once-bright red paint had long since faded to a tired, splintered gray. The roof sagged in places, and I didn’t even want to think about the condition of the inside.

Mom let out a sigh, shaking her head. “Lord, it needs work.”

That was putting it mildly.

She gave me a sideways glance. “You remember how beautiful it used to be?”

I did. I remembered everything.

Sneaking in here as kids, building forts in the loft, whispering secrets in the dark. And later—much later—stealing away to this very barn in the heat of summer, pressing Deacon against the rough wooden beams, feeling the solid strength of him beneath my hands, tasting sweat and salt and something sweeter than anything New York had ever offered me.

I swallowed hard.

Deacon.

Jesus. What if I saw him while I was here?

Would he still hate me? Probably.

I deserved it.

I’d spent years trying not to think about how I’d treated him. The cruel words I’d said. About the way I’d tried to shape him into someone he wasn’t, someone who would fit neatly into the polished future I’d imagined for myself.

But he’d been right.

He wasn’t meant for skyscrapers and boardrooms. His destiny was this land, the fields, and the sun on his skin.

And God help me, I’d never felt as safe, as seen, as whole as I had when I was with him.

Mom gave my arm a little squeeze. “Come on, let’s look inside.”

I took a breath and followed her into the dim interior, expecting dust and disrepair.

What I wasn’t expecting was him.

Deacon stood in the middle of the barn, shirt in hand, his tanned skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. He looked like something out of a damned painting, the afternoon sun cutting through the slats in golden beams, lighting him up like a statue of a god—earthy and strong, carved from muscle and memory.

My breath caught in my throat.

Deacon’s eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, time folded in on itself.

I wasn’t Benjamin Kensington, the man who’d clawed his way up the corporate ladder. I wasn’t the guy who had just lost everything.

I was eighteen again.

I was standing in this barn, my hands buried in Deacon’s hair, my lips pressed to his, the world outside falling away.

Heat crawled up my neck, and I realized, with no small amount of horror, that I was blushing.

Mom clapped her hands together, oblivious to the tension that had sucked all the air out of the barn.

“Well, now! Isn’t this just perfect?” she said, beaming between us. “The two of you, back together, just like old times.”

Not exactly, Mother.

She turned to me with a wide smile. “You know, Deacon’s been helping me out around here for years. I was just saying how much this place needs work—wouldn’t it be wonderful if you two worked on it together? Just imagine it, Benji! The two of you, bringing the estate back to its former glory.”

Her voice was light, hopeful.

Deacon’s face was unreadable.

And me?

I was wondering how the hell I was supposed to survive this.

Mom kept talking, her voice bright with excitement, but I wasn’t listening.

I couldn’t.

Deacon’s gaze locked onto mine, and for the life of me, I couldn’t look away.

Those eyes—icy blue, sharp as ever, even in the hazy light filtering through the barn. When we were younger, I used to swear they could see right through me, past all the charm and bravado, straight to the things I didn’t dare admit.

Now?

Now they held me in place like a snare.

The golden shafts of afternoon light caught the flush creeping up his chest, dusting across his neck before settling high on his cheeks. He turned away first, and I exhaled, realizing I’d been holding my breath.

Was that embarrassment? Or something else?

Did he still hate me?

Or had seeing me again hit him just as hard as it had hit me?

“Benji, did you hear me?” Mom’s voice pulled me back, her perfectly manicured hands gesturing around the barn. “I said we need to find a way to make this place profitable again.”

“Hmm?” I asked, still too caught up in Deacon’s presence to register the question.

Deacon shifted, rolling his shoulders, then cleared his throat.

“It’s good to see you, Benjamin.” His voice was low, rough around the edges, like he hadn’t spoken much today. Maybe he hadn’t.

That flush from before deepened across his throat, and something tightened low in my stomach.

I opened my mouth, but before I could respond, Mom jumped in again.

“Benji, I asked how we can make Kensington House profitable. Property taxes are going up, but there’s next to no revenue coming in.”

I blinked at her, barely processing the question. My mind was still stuck on Deacon, on the way his voice had brushed against my skin like a whisper of a touch.

Mom huffed, impatience creeping into her tone.

“Well?”

I rubbed my temples, sighing. “Maybe we’d be better off selling it to someone who actually cares about it.”

The words had barely left my mouth before I realized my mistake.

Mom’s eyebrows shot skyward. Deacon frowned, jaw tightening as his eyes darkened.

The air in the barn shifted.

Mom placed a hand on her hip. “Benjamin Kensington, I cannot believe you just said that.”

“Mom—”

“This land has been in our family for generations.” She waved an arm toward the open barn doors. “Do you have any idea how much history is here? Your grandfather, your great-grandfather, every ancestor before them—they worked this land, they built this home, and you think selling it is the answer?”

I sighed again, this time heavier. “I’m just saying—”

“No.”

The word came from Deacon.

I turned toward him, surprised by the sharp edge in his tone.

“You never change,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You never gave a damn about this place. Benjamin, you’re lucky to have it, and you can’t even see that.”

A prickle of irritation worked its way up my spine.

“That’s not fair,” I said, leveling him with a look. “It’s easy for you to say that. You stayed.”

“Yeah,” Deacon said, eyes flashing. “I did.”

The weight of what he wasn’t saying settled between us.

I left home and never looked back.

Until now.

I sighed, trying to smooth things over. “Look, I didn’t mean—”

“Enough of that,” Mom interrupted, waving a hand as if physically dismissing the tension. “I asked you here to talk about solutions, not start up old arguments.”

Deacon exhaled through his nose, but kept quiet.

Mom turned to him, a hopeful smile on her face. “Deacon, I’d like to hire you to work on the estate. We can start with the barn—it needs more work than anything.”

Deacon’s posture relaxed slightly, his gaze shifting toward the exposed beams above us.

She continued, “And another thing—what about all that old farm equipment we don’t use? I was thinking we could sell some of it.”

Deacon finally turned, his eyes scanning the far corner of the barn. My gaze followed his, landing on a hulking piece of rust-covered machinery. I didn’t know what it was, but I could tell by the look on his face that he did.

Slowly, he faced Mom again, and for the first time since we’d walked in, he smiled.

A genuine smile.

Soft. Familiar. The kind that made my stomach tighten for reasons I didn’t want to think about.

Instead of answering immediately, he walked over to the piece of equipment, running a hand along the corroded metal. Then he turned back to Mom.

“How about this?” he said. “Instead of paying me money, I’ll work in exchange for some of this old equipment.”

Mom’s face lit up. “That’s a fine idea! Lord knows we don’t need half the things stored in this barn.”

“Deal,” Deacon said, giving her a small nod.

Mother clasped her hands together, positively beaming. “Oh, Deacon, this is just wonderful! With your help, we’ll have this place looking like it should again.”

Deacon gave her a small nod, but his expression was careful, guarded. His fingers trailed along the rusted edge of the old farm equipment, his focus seemingly on anything but me.

Then Mother turned in my direction, her keen eyes narrowing.

“And you,” she said, pointing a manicured finger in my direction. “You’re going to help.”

I blinked. “What?”

“You heard me, Benji. Deacon can’t do all this by himself.”

Deacon shifted beside me. I caught the way his throat worked as he swallowed, a fresh blush creeping up his neck. He hesitated before muttering, “Let Benjamin handle the business side of things. I can take care of—”

“Oh, nonsense,” Mother interrupted, waving off his protest. “Benji needs to get his hands dirty again. He needs to understand how lucky he is to have this place.”

I exhaled through my nose, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. “Mom—”

She wasn’t finished. “And besides, I remember how happy you boys used to be, working out here together.”

My stomach twisted at that.

She stepped away from us, walking toward the hulking old tractor in the corner. It was ancient, covered in dust and rust, but I could still picture it as it once was—faded red, chugging along the fields under the hot Virginia sun.

Mother ran her fingers over the worn metal, then turned back with a smile. “I’ll never forget the sight of you two on this thing. Deacon, bush hogging the pastures, Benji perched behind you, hanging on for dear life.” She laughed, a soft, nostalgic sound. “You two had the best time, always laughing.”

Deacon’s shoulders tensed, and for the briefest moment, something flickered in his expression—something tight and unreadable.

I swallowed, suddenly too aware of how still the barn had become. The only sounds were the faint creak of the rafters and the distant chirping of cicadas.

Then, just as quickly as it came, whatever crossed Deacon’s mind disappeared behind a careful mask. His lips twitched into a small, tight smile.

“I’ll do whatever you want, Miss Maggie.”

A strange feeling settled in my chest—something close to relief.

Deacon grabbed his shirt from where it had been hanging, shaking out the fabric before pulling it over his head. The sweat on his skin made it cling to his torso for a moment, outlining the shape of him before he tugged it into place.

I should’ve looked away.

But I didn’t.

“Benji?” Mother’s voice jolted me from my thoughts. “Are you going to pitch in too?”

Making It Real publishes on February 26, 2025. It is available for a discounted preorder price of 2.99 for the ebook, and on release day the price goes up to 3.99, so lock in the lower price now by preordering the book from your favorite online retailer. It’s available on Amazon, Apple Books, Google Play, Kobo, Nook, and Smashwords.

Interview with Benjamin Kensington: Ambition, Redemption, and the Weight of Legacy

Today, we’re sitting down with Benjamin Kensington, a man whose life has been a whirlwind of ambition, love, and self-discovery. From the bustling financial world of New York City to the crumbling halls of his family estate in Montpelier, Virginia, Benjamin’s story is one of transformation, redemption, and wrestling with his own identity.

Interviewer: Benjamin, thank you for joining us today. Let’s start with your return to Montpelier. What’s it like being back at Kensington House after all these years?

Benjamin: It’s… complicated, to say the least. Kensington House is home, but it’s also a reminder of everything I wanted to escape. Coming back has stirred up emotions I thought I’d buried—nostalgia, guilt, pride… and a lot of regret. The house is in shambles, which, in some ways, feels like a metaphor for my life right now.

Interviewer: That’s an interesting comparison. The estate represents your family’s legacy, but it sounds like it also weighs heavily on you. What does Kensington House mean to you?

Benjamin: Growing up, it was a symbol of privilege, but also of obligation. My mother always emphasized the importance of preserving the estate and our family’s name. But I was young, restless, and ambitious. I didn’t want to spend my life fixing old staircases and hosting charity tours. Now, I see the house differently. It’s more than bricks and mortar—it’s history, memories, and potential. Saving it feels less like a burden and more like an opportunity to redeem myself.

Interviewer: Speaking of redemption, your return has also brought you face-to-face with Deacon. How has it been seeing him again after all this time?

Benjamin: (Pauses) Seeing Deacon has been… difficult and wonderful all at once. He’s everything I remember—steadfast, kind, and frustratingly grounded. I know I hurt him when I left, and I regret it every day. He represents a life I could’ve had if I’d made different choices. Being around him again reminds me of what I’ve lost, but also what I might still have, if I’m lucky.

Interviewer: It sounds like Deacon has had a profound impact on you. What do you think is the biggest obstacle between the two of you now?

Benjamin: Trust. I broke it when I chose my career over him, and I can’t blame him for being wary now. I’ve spent so much of my life chasing status and wealth, and I think Deacon sees me as someone who only cares about the surface of things. Proving to him—and to myself—that I’m capable of more is the hardest challenge I’ve ever faced.

Interviewer: Shifting gears a bit, let’s talk about your career. You’ve mentioned how important ambition was to you in the past. Do you still see yourself returning to the world of finance?

Benjamin: Ambition has always been a driving force for me, but I’ve started questioning what that word really means. Does it mean climbing the corporate ladder, or does it mean building something meaningful that lasts? For now, I’m focused on restoring Kensington House. Whether that means turning it into a wedding venue, a museum, or something else entirely, I’m determined to make it a success.

Interviewer: That’s a big shift from the fast-paced world of New York City. How has your time back in Montpelier changed your perspective?

Benjamin: It’s been humbling, honestly. In New York, everything was about appearances—how much you made, what you wore, who you knew. Here, none of that matters. What matters is community, relationships, and legacy. I’ve had to confront parts of myself I didn’t like very much. It’s been uncomfortable, but also necessary.

Interviewer: You’ve mentioned legacy a few times now. What does it mean to you, and how does it play into your current journey?

Benjamin: Legacy used to mean power and prestige—carrying on the Kensington name in a way that turned heads. Now, it’s more about connection. It’s about honoring the people who came before me, like my mother, and creating something worthwhile for the future. Restoring Kensington House isn’t just about the building; it’s about proving to myself and others that I can leave something good behind.

Interviewer: It sounds like you’re on a path of transformation. If you could go back in time and tell your younger self one thing, what would it be?

Benjamin: I’d tell him to slow down. To stop chasing things that only look good on paper and pay more attention to the people who truly matter. Ambition isn’t inherently bad, but when it blinds you to love and authenticity, it can destroy you.

Interviewer: That’s beautifully said. Last question—what do you hope for your future?

Benjamin: I hope to find balance. I want to build a life that honors both my ambition and my heart. Whether that means rebuilding Kensington House, rekindling my relationship with Deacon, or simply finding peace with myself, I just want to be proud of the man I’ve become.

Interviewer: Thank you, Benjamin. Your honesty and vulnerability are inspiring. We wish you the best as you navigate this new chapter of your life.

Benjamin: Thank you. It’s not easy, but I’m learning that the hardest paths are often the most rewarding.

Making It Real publishes on February 26, 2025. It’s available on Amazon, Apple Books, Google Play, Kobo, Nook, and Smashwords. Preorder your copy today for the low price of 2.99. On the day it publishes the price goes up to 3.99, so reserve your copy today and save!

An Interview with Bradley Mitchell: Confessions of a Con Man

Bradley Mitchell, better known by his self-created persona, Bradley Wellington III, isn’t someone you forget. Charismatic, self-assured, and sharp-witted, he had a knack for spinning tales and charming anyone who crossed his path. But in this exclusive interview, Bradley reveals the truth behind the lies, the heartbreak, and the shame that shaped his life—and ultimately led to his downfall.

Q: Bradley, let’s start at the beginning. The first day of college, you meet Liam Murphy and Jack Barrett. What was your first impression of them?

Bradley leans back, a wistful smile crossing his face.

“Liam. He’s the kind of guy you notice right away. Sweet, genuine—too good for the world, honestly. I was smitten the moment he opened his mouth. That awkward laugh of his? Yeah, it got me. But then there was Jack. Jack was… well, Jack was the kind of guy you don’t want someone you’re falling for to meet. Confident but not cocky, ridiculously good-looking, and, worst of all, kind. I saw the way Liam looked at him. And I saw the way Jack’s guard dropped when he looked at Liam. It was this unspoken connection, this thing between them that scared the hell out of me. I knew I didn’t stand a chance, so I did the only thing I could do. I sabotaged it.”

Q: Sabotaged it? How so?

Bradley’s expression darkens, guilt clouding his features.

“I planted doubts. Little comments here and there, things to make them second-guess each other. Jack was easier to rattle—he’d been burned before, so all I had to do was nudge him toward believing Liam wasn’t interested. But Liam… Liam was tougher. He’s so open, so… trusting. I hated myself for it, but I wanted him to look at me the way he looked at Jack. So, one night, I got him drunk. I thought maybe, just maybe, if I could get him to see me in a different light, it would change everything. And for a moment, I thought it did. We kissed. But then…”

He hesitates, his voice breaking.

“Then he called me Jack. That was the end of it. I realized I’d never be more than a placeholder for him. I’d never be what he wanted.”

Q: That’s heartbreaking. Do you think your insecurities played a role in how things unfolded?

“Absolutely. I wasn’t Bradley Wellington III; I was just Bradley Mitchell, the kid who wore hand-me-downs and prayed nobody noticed. The first time I lied about coming from money, I was thirteen. People treated me differently when they thought I was rich. They respected me, wanted to be my friend. By the time I got to college, the lie had grown legs. Bradley Wellington III had a yacht, a summer home in the Hamptons, and a trust fund. I was nobody, but he was somebody. And for a while, I got to be somebody, too.”

Q: Is that why you started dealing drugs? To keep up the façade?

Bradley nods, shame flickering in his eyes.

“Yeah. I’d already taken out every loan I could, maxed out credit cards in Bradley Wellington’s name, and it still wasn’t enough. But I realized rich kids don’t just party—they’ll pay a fortune to make sure the party doesn’t stop. It started small: a little weed here, some pills there. Then it got bigger. Harder stuff. I told myself it was temporary, just until I graduated, but the money… God, the money was addictive. And the power. These kids with their real trust funds and their real yachts were suddenly looking to me. I mattered. For the first time in my life, I mattered.”

Q: But then it all fell apart. Can you talk about your arrest?

Bradley exhales deeply, rubbing his hands together as if trying to shake off the memory.

“It was humiliating. One minute, I’m on top of the world; the next, I’m in handcuffs, and everyone’s watching. The worst part wasn’t losing the money or the status. It was losing Liam and Jack. Jack looked at me like he didn’t even know me anymore. Liam… he looked like I’d broken something in him. And maybe I did. They were my friends, and I… I betrayed them. For what? A persona that wasn’t even real?”

Q: What’s next for you? Do you have a plan for when you get out?

Bradley’s voice drops, his bravado finally stripped away.

“I don’t know. I’ve spent so long pretending to be someone else that I’m not sure who I really am anymore. I’ll have a record now, so the chances of me finishing school or getting a decent job are slim to none. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe it’s time I stop trying to be Bradley Wellington III and figure out who Bradley Mitchell actually is. It’s terrifying, but it’s also… freeing. For the first time in my life, I don’t have to keep up the lie. I just hope it’s not too late to make things right.”

Q: If you could say one thing to Liam and Jack now, what would it be?

Bradley’s eyes glisten, and he takes a moment before answering.

“I’d say I’m sorry. For everything. For the lies, the manipulation, the hurt. You both deserved better from me. I don’t expect forgiveness, but if there’s any way I can make amends, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to do it. You were the closest thing I ever had to a real family, and I… I threw it all away. I’m sorry.”

As the interview ends, Bradley’s vulnerability lingers in the air. It’s clear that beneath the lies and the bravado is a man desperate to rebuild what he’s lost. Whether he can succeed remains to be seen, but for the first time, he’s ready to try.

Where Do I Get My Ideas for Novels?

One of the questions I’m asked most often as a writer is: Where do you come up with your ideas? The truth is, inspiration strikes me on a daily basis. Sometimes, it’s in the middle of my morning walk when I’m surrounded by the rhythm of everyday life. People going about their day, snippets of conversation, the way someone carries themselves—all of it sparks my imagination. For instance, there’s a handsome guy with a cute dog who owns a bicycle shop that I pass every morning. Naturally, he’s going to find his way into a book someday. Plot bunnies, as I like to call them, are everywhere.

But it’s not just strangers or random moments that inspire me. Many of my ideas come from my own life experiences. It’s these stories, memories, and even challenges that help me create characters and plots that feel authentic. For all of you who want to be writers, I recommend keeping a journal so you can refer to your prior experiences. Let me take you on a journey through some of those experiences and how they’ve shaped my writing.

Writing What I Know: The Arts, Makeup, and Latinx Culture

When I was younger, I had my heart set on becoming a concert pianist. I was steeped in classical music, not just as a pianist but also playing brass instruments and guitar. If you wanted the perfect example of a geeky kid who loved going to the symphony, I’d be the zitty teen face on a poster. While life took me in a different direction, that passion for music never left me. It’s no surprise that I’ve written several novels about musicians. In Mr. Mouthful, a symphony conductor falls in love with a cellist who owns a coffee shop. The Boundary tells the story of an opera singer falling in love with his makeup artist, and The Big Time explores the journey of an up-and-coming pop star. Music has always been a deep well of inspiration for me.

Later, my artistic path led me to the world of beauty. I became a professional makeup artist and had the honor of working for Bobbi Brown Cosmetics, opening the very first Bobbi Brown studio and retail store in the United States. Working with Bobbi was totally amazing! My experiences there helped me shape the love interest in The Boundary, adding layers of authenticity to a story about ambition and artistry.

And then, there’s my personal life. I’ve spent many years living in Mexico and was in a 23-year relationship with my former partner Ricardo, who was Mexican-American. This immersion in Latinx culture has naturally found its way into my writing. For instance, The Big One, and Electric feature characters with rich, Latinx backstories. Writers often hear the advice to “write what you know,” and for me, that’s proven to be invaluable.

The Birth of The Money Shot

The novel I’m currently polishing up, The Money Shot, came from a very different kind of inspiration. I’m not going to lie: I was casually perusing porn on Reddit (research, obviously!), and I noticed a growing trend. Many of the guys posting nudes and videos were linking to their OnlyFans pages. That sparked an idea. What if I wrote a story about someone turning to OnlyFans out of financial desperation? Enter Liam and Jack, two roommates navigating this uncharted territory, all while falling in love.

While developing the plot, I found myself binge-watching The Nanny on YouTube. Fran Fine’s larger-than-life personality inspired Vanessa Martinez, a Latina version of Fran with her own unique flair—and let’s just say, Vanessa is a lot naughtier. She brings comic relief and a dash of chaos to The Money Shot, and she’s quickly become one of my favorite characters to write.

Open Minds, Endless Ideas

One thing I’ve learned as a writer is the importance of keeping your mind open. Inspiration can come from anywhere: a conversation, a memory, a random observation, or even something as mundane as scrolling through social media. The key is to notice the sparks and fan them into flames.

That said, I doubt I’ll ever write about something I don’t at least have a working knowledge of. For instance, I’ve never written about ice hockey or deep-sea exploration because those worlds feel too far removed from my own. But who knows? If I ever take up scuba diving or start caring about sports, maybe that’ll change.

For now, I’m content letting my past experiences and everyday observations guide me. Life is full of stories waiting to be told, and I can’t wait to see what sparks my imagination next.

Using Side Characters to Enrich Your Novel: A Look into Laura’s Story

In fiction, side characters often function as more than just background noise. Done well, they can add emotional depth, thematic resonance, and nuance to the main story. One way to accomplish this is through vignettes—short, evocative episodes that reveal a side character’s perspective, history, or inner life.

Take Laura, a dominatrix introduced in Money Shot, as an example. While she isn’t the protagonist, her chapter—detailing an evening that blends professional detachment, personal reflection, and emotional vulnerability—shows how vignettes can elevate a narrative. Let’s break down what her vignette adds to the story.

1. Humanizing a Professional Persona

In Laura’s scene, readers glimpse the duality of her life. Professionally, she’s confident, composed, and dominant, creating content for her FantasyFans platform. But as soon as the camera stops rolling, we see her as a layered individual—someone grappling with wistful memories and the gap between her dreams and reality.

This balance between strength and vulnerability doesn’t just make Laura relatable; it challenges stereotypes about her profession. Through Laura, readers are reminded that no one is defined solely by their job, and every character has a hidden complexity.

2. Reflecting Themes of the Main Story

Laura’s flashback to Seth—the man who shattered her youthful faith in love—echoes themes of disillusionment and second chances that permeate Money Shot. Her longing for something real and meaningful mirrors the struggles of the main characters, Liam and Jack, as they navigate their feelings in a complicated world.

By tying her personal heartbreak to broader themes, Laura’s vignette strengthens the emotional core of the novel, making her a narrative bridge between side plot and central story.

3. Introducing Subtle Plot Developments

The vignette also moves the plot forward in small but meaningful ways. When Laura stumbles upon a video of Liam and Jack, her reaction—shock at their chemistry and recognition of genuine love—foreshadows the emotional payoff in their relationship. As a seasoned observer in the adult content world, her perspective carries weight, validating what readers may already suspect: Liam and Jack aren’t just partners for the camera.

These subtle nods to the main plot keep the vignette relevant, ensuring it feels like a natural extension of the story rather than a detour.

4. Adding Texture to the Worldbuilding

By diving into Laura’s personal and professional lives, the vignette expands the world of Money Shot. Her experiences add texture to the broader community of creators, giving readers a sense of the diverse personalities and stories within the industry. This rich backdrop makes the story more immersive, as readers feel they’re stepping into a fully realized world.

5. Engaging Readers with Unique Voices

Laura’s voice—pragmatic yet tinged with longing—stands out. Her commentary on life, love, and work is sharp, insightful, and occasionally self-deprecating. This distinct voice keeps readers engaged, even when she’s not driving the main plot. It’s a reminder that side characters can shine as much as protagonists when given the chance.

Conclusion: More Than the Sum of Its Parts

Laura’s vignette demonstrates how side characters can contribute depth, complexity, and resonance to a story. By giving them space to reflect, connect, or react to events, you’re not just adding texture to your novel—you’re inviting readers to explore its emotional and thematic undercurrents in new and meaningful ways.

When crafting your next story, consider giving your side characters the spotlight for a moment. You might be surprised at how much they have to offer.

The Money Shot will be released this December.

An Exclusive Interview with Jack Barrett, Star of The Money Shot!

Hello, readers! Today, I’m delighted to sit down with Jack Barrett, one of the stars of my upcoming novel Money Shot. Jack is the steady force in a whirlwind of chaos, but even he couldn’t have anticipated just how much his life would change after moving into a gorgeous (and overpriced) New York apartment with his two best friends, Liam and Bradley. Let’s get to know him better and uncover a little more about the romance—and the madness—that’s at the heart of Money Shot.

Interviewer: Jack, welcome! Your life’s been anything but boring lately. How would you describe what’s been going on since you and your roommates moved into your new apartment?

Jack: Oh man, where to even start? Moving in felt like the beginning of a dream—three friends, this amazing space, everything on track. But, uh, let’s just say it didn’t stay that way. Bradley…well, he turned out to be a bit of a surprise, and not the good kind. And Liam? I’ve known him for years, but suddenly, he’s a whole different kind of surprise.

Interviewer: Sounds like there’s a story there! Liam’s a big part of your life—what’s it been like navigating your relationship with him during all this?

Jack: Complicated. Liam’s always been this quiet, thoughtful guy, but there’s so much more going on under the surface. Lately, I’ve seen a side of him I didn’t know existed. He’s determined, ambitious, and…vulnerable, in a way that makes you want to protect him, even when he’s driving you up the wall.

Interviewer: Vulnerable? That’s an interesting word choice. How would you describe your connection with him?

Jack: It’s like this slow burn, you know? We’ve always been close, but something’s shifting. There’s this… electricity between us that I can’t ignore. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but now? Let’s just say I think we’re both figuring out what we really mean to each other.

Interviewer: That sounds romantic! Have you had a moment where you realized things were changing between you two?

Jack: Definitely. There’s been a lot of trial and error with everything going on—messy situations that force you to look at the people in your life differently. Liam and I have had our share of awkward moments, but through all of it, we’ve started seeing each other in ways we hadn’t before. He’s more than just my best friend.

Interviewer: I love that. But let’s talk about the other roommate for a second—Bradley. From what I’ve heard, he’s been…a challenge?

Jack: (laughs) That’s putting it lightly. Bradley’s the kind of person who makes an impression, for better or worse. Living with him has been like having a front-row seat to the world’s most unpredictable reality show. But hey, life’s never dull with Bradley around.

Interviewer: No kidding! So, between Bradley’s antics and everything happening with Liam, it sounds like you’ve had your hands full. Any regrets about how things have turned out so far?

Jack: Not a single one. Sure, it’s been chaotic, and I’ve had to make decisions I never thought I’d have to make. But all of it—the highs, the lows, the moments in between—has brought me closer to Liam. And that makes it worth it.

Interviewer: That’s so sweet. One last question before we let you go: If you could describe Money Shot in just three words, what would they be?

Jack: Heartfelt, steamy, and surprising.

Interviewer: Love it! Thanks so much for chatting with us, Jack. I know readers are going to fall for you and Liam when Money Shot releases.

Jack: Thanks for having me. And to everyone reading—get ready, because this story’s got more twists and turns than I ever expected.

Money Shot is coming soon, and trust me, you’ll want to be there when Jack and Liam’s slow burn ignites. Stay tuned for more updates and sneak peeks as we get closer to release day!

Exclusive Character Interview: Liam Murphy from Money Shot

Hello, romance lovers! Today, we’re diving into the world of Money Shot with an exclusive interview with Liam Murphy, one of the novel’s central characters. Liam’s journey from a newly-graduated tech hopeful to an unlikely internet star is both spicy and suspenseful, not to mention complicated by feelings for his best friend and roommate, Jackson Barrett. Let’s hear what Liam has to say about it all—especially that romance budding between him and Jack!

Q: Hi Liam! Readers are already curious about you and Jack. How would you describe him?

Liam: Laughs Oh man, Jack is… complicated. We’ve been best friends since college, so living together was an easy decision at first. He’s that guy who keeps everything together, you know? When my life blew up, Jack was right there for me. He’s got this laid-back charm, never freaks out—and definitely doesn’t judge. And even if he’d deny it, he’s got a soft side that makes him easy to love. grins

Q: Love? That’s a big word, Liam!

Liam: blushes Well, “love” is complicated when you’re hiding in plain sight. We’ve had this connection for years, but making it anything more? That’s where it gets tricky. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t mean a lot to me.

Q: So, tell us how you went from “tech guy” to creating videos with Jack.

Liam: Ha, definitely not what I had planned for myself! After I lost my job, I went to this party and met this woman who made bank from adult content. At first, I thought she was kidding. But after running the numbers and facing rent with zero income, I thought, “Why not?” One thing led to another, and I was creating content. Jack found out by accident, and instead of flipping out, he offered to help. We’re both trying to figure out what this means for us… as friends and, well, maybe more.

Q: Speaking of “more,” what’s it like filming with someone you’re close to? Does it get… complicated?

Liam: It’s impossible not to feel… something. Our first few shoots were hilarious—awkward as hell, honestly. Jack likes to joke that we’re “method actors” because we kept laughing and stumbling over each other. But that awkwardness started to change, and things got real. Fast. There are moments on camera where I have to remind myself it’s just a “job” because, well, my feelings for him are real.

Q: Is anyone else in on this? Who knows about you and Jack’s videos?

Liam: Nessa, our building manager, knows everything. I’m convinced she’s psychic. She’s got this insane Queens accent, cherry-red hair, and no filter. She somehow knew before we even did it, and she hasn’t stopped “coaching” us since. Then there’s Dimitri, the perpetually grouchy security guard in our building. They’re the quirkiest support system we never asked for.

Q: And your other roommate, Bradley—what’s his role in all of this?

Liam: Bradley… he’s a whole different story. Jack and I had no idea he was dealing drugs until the cops showed up at our housewarming party. He got arrested, which is how we landed in this financial bind. We’re stuck covering rent, bills, everything. Jack and I are in survival mode, really, but it’s brought us closer in ways I never thought possible.

Q: We have to ask—where do you see things going between you and Jack? Is this just about friendship, or could it be more?

Liam: I’d love to say I know, but the truth is, we’re still figuring it out. Jack’s the person I trust more than anyone. I just don’t know if he feels the same way I do, or if he’s just here because we’re in this crazy situation together. I hope that by the end of it, he realizes… well, that maybe there’s more between us than just friendship or even business.

Q: Before we let you go, can you share any hints about what’s next for you two?

Liam: I can’t spoil too much, but I can say that the line between “pretend” and real feelings gets blurrier every day. And as for what’s next—well, we’ll either make this thing work, or we’ll figure out how to stay friends. Either way, I don’t see my life without Jack in it.

That’s it for today’s exclusive! Stay tuned for Money Shot, where you’ll see how Liam and Jack handle the pressure, the passion, and the surprises life throws their way. And maybe, just maybe, they’ll find the love they’ve both been looking for.

Creating Side Characters Who Steal the Show: Meet Nessa Martinez from Money Shot

When I start a new story, side characters come to life almost as naturally as the main ones do. They add color, balance, and a deeper sense of reality to the world my protagonists inhabit. In Money Shot, my upcoming novel in the Boys On Film series, one character has really captured my imagination (and, I hope, will capture yours too): Vanessa “Nessa” Martinez.

Why Side Characters Matter

Side characters aren’t just there to fill space; they’re essential to making a story feel whole. They provide the friction, humor, and contrast that allow main characters to reveal hidden parts of themselves. Think of them as the characters who will say or do the things that the main characters wouldn’t—or couldn’t. They’re bold, unpredictable, and real. They also play another crucial role by grounding the story. In Money Shot, for instance, Liam and Jack’s emotional journey is intense and deeply personal, but it’s through Nessa’s eyes that the larger themes of friendship, loyalty, and love are often brought into focus.

Meet Nessa Martinez: The Heart of Money Shot

Nessa isn’t just any side character; she’s one of those people who steals the scene every time she appears. She’s the building manager for the upscale (yet slightly chaotic) New York apartment building where Liam and Jack live. Nessa has seen it all in her years on the job, and she isn’t shy about sharing her wisdom, whether it’s solicited or not. With a signature cherry-red bob, killer heels, and an unapologetically New York attitude, Nessa brings warmth, humor, and a touch of motherly interference to her relationships with Liam and Jack.

But Nessa’s importance goes beyond her quirky personality. She becomes a maternal figure to these young men, two friends grappling with financial strains, career setbacks, and complicated feelings for each other. Nessa is often the first to see what they’re blind to in themselves. She has a natural gift for reading people, and her intuition is spot-on when it comes to recognizing the spark between Liam and Jack—even before they’re ready to acknowledge it.

Comic Relief with a Purpose

One of my favorite things about writing Nessa was the freedom to let her be herself—funny, nosy, a little loud, and always with a clever comeback. Side characters like her provide an essential release valve in stories that tackle heavier themes. As Money Shot delves into Liam and Jack’s complicated relationship, Nessa’s moments of comic relief keep the tone balanced. And her insights, often wrapped in humor, help them see the humor in their own situations and not take themselves too seriously.

The Side Characters Who Stay with Us

Ultimately, side characters like Nessa are about connection. We may not always remember every detail about a story’s plot, but the side characters who make us laugh, cringe, or feel seen often stay with us the longest. In Money Shot, Nessa’s larger-than-life personality and unfiltered love for her “boys” add layers to the story, turning moments of vulnerability into ones of strength and making the romance richer and more real.

So when you dive into Money Shot, I hope you’ll fall for Liam and Jack’s love story—and that you’ll find a little piece of yourself in Nessa’s fierce loyalty, humor, and unbreakable spirit. Side characters may not be in the spotlight, but for me, they’re as essential to the story as the main characters are. I can’t wait for you to meet Nessa and experience all the ways she keeps Liam and Jack on their toes! Money Shot is a gay romantic comedy and is releasing this December.

Exclusive Interview with Ben Mercer from Making It Wicked

Interviewer: Welcome, Ben! It’s great to have you here. Let’s dive right in—working at a Halloween Scream Park must be quite the experience! How did you end up at Haunted Hollow?

Ben: grinning You could say it was a mix of curiosity and needing some extra cash. I’ve always had a thing for places that give off a weird vibe, and Haunted Hollow? It’s practically buzzing with energy. Plus, I’m all about new experiences, and this place? Yeah, definitely unlike anything I’ve done before.

Interviewer: I bet! So, we’ve heard you’re quite the wanderer. How does working in one spot, even if it’s a scream park, fit with your free-spirited nature?

Ben: laughing I guess you could say I’m more used to moving around than staying put. But even while working here, I’ve found ways to keep things interesting. Haunted Hollow is more than just a gig—it’s a puzzle. There’s this haunted forest, strange noises at night, the stories people tell. It’s like an adventure waiting to happen every day. Keeps me on my toes, you know?

Interviewer: Sounds like the perfect playground for someone with your sense of adventure. Now, let’s get personal—what’s the deal with Theo Hawthorne? Rumor has it you two have some undeniable chemistry.

Ben: grinning mischievously Theo? Yeah, he’s… something else. We’re total opposites. He’s all about planning, making sure every detail is perfect. I kind of just go with the flow. But there’s something about him—beneath all that seriousness, there’s a lot more going on. Plus, getting him to loosen up a bit? That’s my current favorite challenge.

Interviewer: Sounds like sparks are flying! But with your tendency to wander, do you think someone like Theo, who seems more grounded, can keep you interested?

Ben: That’s the million-dollar question, right? Thing is, I’ve always thought love had to be this big, epic thing, full of passion and adventure. But sometimes, it’s the quieter moments that sneak up on you. Theo’s got this way of making me think maybe there’s more to sticking around than I thought. Maybe stability doesn’t have to mean being tied down—it could be about finding someone who gets your need to roam but still offers a reason to come back.

Interviewer: That’s a great way to put it. Speaking of challenges, you and Theo stumbled upon a restless spirit at Haunted Hollow. How’s that been?

Ben: leaning in with a gleam in his eye That’s where things get wild. This spirit? He’s not just any ghost. There’s a whole tragic story behind him, something that ties into the park’s history. Theo and I are trying to piece it all together before things get out of hand. It’s dangerous, sure, but it’s also kind of exciting—figuring out his story, what he wants. I just hope we can help him move on before something bad happens.

Interviewer: It sounds like you’re diving deep into something darker than usual. Does dealing with the supernatural freak you out at all?

Ben: You’d think it would, right? But nah, not really. It’s more intriguing than terrifying. There’s something about the unknown that draws me in, even if it’s creepy or unsettling. Plus, I’ve always wondered if there’s more out there than we can see. Meeting a ghost? Just another adventure on the list. And hey, I’m not doing it alone—Theo’s got my back, even if he pretends not to believe in all this stuff half the time.

Interviewer: What’s next for you, Ben? Do you see yourself staying at Haunted Hollow after Halloween, or is there another adventure calling your name?

Ben: Oh, there’s always another adventure calling. Whether it’s here or somewhere far off, I can’t say yet. But Haunted Hollow feels like it’s got more secrets to reveal, so I might stick around a little longer.

Interviewer: laughs I think a lot of people are rooting for that! Thanks for chatting with us, Ben. We can’t wait to see where your journey takes you next.

Ben: Anytime. And trust me, wherever it is, it’s gonna be one hell of a ride.

Making It Wicked releases on October 30, 2024! It’s available at Amazon, Apple Books, Google Play, Kobo, Nook, and Smashwords.

An Interview with Maxwell “Max” Coleman: RVA’s Food Critic on Flavor, Recovery, and Rebirth

As the heart of Richmond’s culinary scene continues to beat stronger than ever, it’s hard to ignore one of the city’s rising stars in food journalism, Maxwell “Max” Coleman. A food blogger with a loyal following and a discerning palate, Max has made waves not just for his honest takes on local cuisine but for his own deeply personal journey of healing and transformation. Today, I sat down with Max to talk about food, life, and what’s next for this talented writer as he makes RVA his new home.

Q: Max, first of all, welcome to RVA! You’ve made quite a name for yourself in the food world, but before we get into all of that, let’s talk about your decision to move to Richmond. Why now, and why here?

Max Coleman: Thanks! Richmond has always had a special place in my heart. It’s not just the food scene, although that’s a big part of it. After everything I went through—recovering from my injuries, dealing with addiction, and getting back on my feet—I wanted a fresh start. RVA is close to where I grew up in Norfolk, but it also gives me the chance to carve out something new, you know? Plus, there’s just so much happening here in terms of food and culture, I couldn’t resist.

Q: You mentioned your recovery, and I know that’s a big part of your story. Can you share a little more about that journey?

Max Coleman: Yeah, it’s definitely been a wild ride. After the Unite The Right protest in Charlottesville where I got injured, things took a dark turn for me. The physical pain was one thing, but the emotional toll—that’s what really hit me. I got caught up in prescription pills, which started out as a way to manage the pain but became something much more destructive. There were moments I didn’t know if I’d make it out, to be honest.

But food became my lifeline. Writing about food, photographing it, experiencing it—it gave me something positive to focus on. It’s strange to say, but in a way, food saved me. That’s why I’m so passionate about it. It’s more than just a meal for me; it’s part of my healing.

Q: That’s powerful, Max. How has your personal journey shaped the way you approach food blogging?

Max Coleman: It’s all about being present for me. I used to be the guy who’d chase the next big trend, but now, I’m more interested in stories—both on the plate and behind it. Food is an expression of culture, of history, of love, and sometimes, even of pain. I like to dig deep into that, into why a chef chooses certain ingredients or why a dish matters to a community. And that’s why I focus so much on local chefs and hidden gems—there’s a richness to be found in the stories behind the food.

Q: Speaking of your blog, it’s been growing steadily! What’s next for you in terms of content creation and the overall direction of your platform?

Max Coleman: Oh man, I’ve got some exciting things in the works. I just moved into this amazing loft in Shockoe Bottom, and part of why I’m here is to take my blog and my videos to the next level. I’ve been doing all the filming and editing myself, but now I’m working with a professional videographer based in Church Hill. This woman knows her stuff—she’s going to help me create some really dynamic video content that captures not just the food, but the entire dining experience.

I want to highlight more of the “unseen” parts of the culinary world. Like, what goes into prepping for a pop-up? What does a chef feel in the moments before service? I want my readers—and viewers—to get that behind-the-scenes look.

Q: It sounds like there’s a lot on the horizon. Do you have any advice for aspiring food writers, especially those who may be struggling with personal challenges?

Max Coleman: My biggest piece of advice? Don’t give up on yourself. I know that sounds cliché, but it’s true. When I was at my lowest, I didn’t see a way forward, but there was one—I just had to keep moving, even when it felt impossible. Whether you’re dealing with addiction, mental health struggles, or even just the day-to-day grind, it’s okay to take things one step at a time.

And when it comes to food writing specifically—stay curious. Always. There’s always something new to learn, a new flavor to discover, or a new story to tell. That’s what keeps me going, even on the tough days.

Q: Final question—if you could only eat one dish for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Max Coleman (laughing): Oh, that’s cruel! But okay, if I had to choose—it’d be tacos. There’s just so much you can do with them, and they’re a perfect balance of flavor, texture, and creativity.

Read Electric today and get to know Max and Daniel, and how love mends what life has broken. Electric is available at Amazon, Apple Books, Google Play, Kobo, Nook, and Smashwords.