Tuesday, 29 September 2015
Ever since my very first book was contracted in 2012 (“The Dom Unleashes his Wolf”) I’ve written ménage stories. Always there’s one woman with two or sometimes three men. Most of my books include BDSM, sometimes the really kinky stuff, other times just a little tying up and spanking. And finally most of them have been shape-shifter stories, frequently wolves, although here have also been panthers, and a few other species: a shark, a bear, a hawk.
So when I started thinking about a new series of six brothers in a family, I was waiting for the women to appear in my head. The heroines these brothers would fall in love with. But one after the other all six brothers told me they were gay. They also remained one hundred percent human. Not a shape-shifter among them.
“So how is this supposed to work? I write shape-shifter ménage,” I asked.
Kai, the oldest brother, frowned fiercely at me. “You will write our stories. You will guide each of us to our own Mr. Right.”
And the “A Man to Love” series was born.
“I will not tolerate you ungrateful, useless passel of brats any longer. It’s enough that I end up with six sons who are all gay. That I can live with. But it’s long past time some of you—no, all of you—should have found a partner, settled down, and given me grandbabies.”
The old man ignored his wife’s interruption.
“You are forty years old, Kai. Forty. Four zero. At your age I’d already been married fifteen years and had fathered five sturdy sons. Even you have no excuse, Ross. I’d been married close to five years by your age, and Kai was on the way. This is my ultimatum. By this time next year you are to all have found a person who you seriously believe you can be happy with.” Kai’s father frowned at them from under his thick black eyebrows, his piercing black eyes seeming to see right through Kai’s chest and into his heart. The same brows and eyes he saw every morning in the mirror when he shaved.
“That’s not fair. Kai’s had ten years more than me to—”
“Shut up, Ross.”
Three of his brothers spoke at the same time to his whiny, spoiled-rotten youngest brother. “That’s not fair” had just about been the first words Ross had ever uttered, and thirty years on, nothing had changed.
But finding a man to love wasn’t going to be easy. Kai had worked hard to earn his five million dollars. It took every moment of his day and night. There was no time left for romance. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.
His two parents, five brothers, and himself were seated around the huge old mahogany dining table they’d eaten at for as long as he could remember. Except these days he mostly had food sent into his office and ate while working. Only his father’s ranting had made him leave work early enough to attend this family meal, and already he was wishing he was back at the office. Abusing a supplier for not delivering an order on time would let him get some of the anger out of his body in a socially acceptable way. Pounding his fists through the dining room drywall, as he wanted to, would only mean he’d be back here again tomorrow replacing it himself.
His parents had never made a fuss when things were broken. But the perpetrator always had to fix it himself and to their father’s high standards, which usually meant they were a hell of a lot more careful after that mistake.
He supposed his father was right. With six sons aged from thirty to forty, a grandchild or two was not an unreasonable expectation, even though they were all gay. Kai had a pair of gay friends who had two children from a surrogate mother, and adoption was also a possibility. Adoption offered the added bonus of ensuring the kid was the granddaughter his mother longed for. Finding a man he wanted to spend the next thirty years with, though, was a lot more difficult. Hell, finding a man he wanted to spend more than thirty minutes with was almost impossible.
He’d long ago given up taking a partner to the formal dinners and parties he had to attend. Either their banal conversation drove him crazy inside ten minutes or their desire to skip the formalities and go straight to bed ruined any hope of him getting any work done. Because that was what partiers and dinners were for Kai—an opportunity to buy and sell and to meet people who could advance the Hill Corporation for him.
Kai was the Hill Corporation, and the business was much more important than presenting his mother with the granddaughter she longed for. Seraphina Hill had given her husband, Wayne, son after son after son, hiding her disappointment at the lack of a girl in the sure knowledge the old man was thrilled with the boys as signs of his virility.
As they grew older, she started mentioning her desire to meet her future daughters-in-law, and when it became obvious that wasn’t going to happen either, she’d started talking about a granddaughter or two.
Well, they weren’t going to come from him. Kai had no time for that rubbish. He had a corporation to run, and he’d already devoted an entire evening to being with his family. He pushed back his chair and walked to his mom’s seat. “Thank you, Mom. The beef was delicious, and I loved the roasted artichokes.”
He glanced at the table full of scowling or thoughtful brothers, said a general, “Good-bye,” and left the dining room.
The first book in the series, "Millionaire Wants Man to Love" (Kai's story) is already available for pre-order. A new book in this series will release every two weeks until all six brothers have told their stories.
Pre-order link: http://www.bookstrand.com/book/millionaire-wants-man-to-love
Storm's story is next!