Hi and welcome to my blog, Sam Singer. Please make yourself at home and grab a drink from my hunky cabana boys, Zeke and Jake. So tell us a little about yourself.
Thanks, it’s good to be here. There’s nothing really to tell about me. I’m very boring and ordinary. I’m kinda a shut in; shy and socially awkward. I began writing when I was a kid. First it was a way to have adventures and then to tell the kinds of stories I always wanted to read.
So tell us a little about your latest book. What inspired this masterpiece?
To be honest, it was “Beauty and the Beast”. I have always had a soft spot for fairy tales and the theme of it was just appealing, what makes a person beautiful. It is such a great question and the answer is different for everyone.
If you had any super powers, what would they be and why?
I would love to be able to fly. I love the freedom of it and just think of the money you would save on gas and air fare.
What genre haven’t you tried yet but want to in the future?
I have always loved to read books in the historical genre. I’d like to write an historical romance one day. It is an intimidating prospect, all the research involved, keeping the details straight and using the right syntax. And I was never very good in history!
What is one thing readers might be surprised to know about you?
That I’m a lesbian. The male/male erotic romance genre is dominated by straight women or gay men. I used to feel like the odd girl out because of that but I write what I love and forget about the rest. As long as you are honest about the emotions it doesn’t matter gender or sexuality. The emotions are what people connect with.
If we asked your muse to describe you in three words, what do you think they might say?
Lazy, stubborn, and emotional. I would call my Muse a fickle bitch. I have a love/hate relationship with my Muse. When we are in sync it is terrific, but when we’re not it’s like pulling teeth.
What authors can be found in your library of books?
Every book by Mr. Stephen King, most of Anne Rice’s books, and Amanda Quick and J.K. Rowling, Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett. As for authors in the male/male erotic romance genre, I really love Carol Lynne, Marie Sexton, Ava March, Mercy Celeste, and Sue Brown.
Have any guilty pleasures you want to share with us?
I don’t feel guilty about much of anything really. Growing up I used to feel guilty reading bodice ripper romance novels. When I would read them I would always be replacing the strong masculine hero with myself. I always wanted to sweep the beautiful girl off her feet, kiss her, and rescue her. I knew that wasn’t what other girls thought about when they read the books or looked at the covers and that is where the guilt came from.
Is there anything you’re currently working on that you can give us a taste of?
I have a couple of projects I’m working on right now. One deal with heavy subjects like infidelity and trust and the other is about first impressions and rumors.
What is your favorite way to relax after a hard day working and writing?
I just love to turn on my music and do a little casual web browsing. Most of all I love talking to my best friend, Tammy. I can rant or be silly and random with her and it’s just an awesome time. Once we talked about nothing but Star Trek for four hours. It was one of the best times I remember having in a long time.
What is one historical figure you would love to chat with and why?
That is a hard question. There are so many great brains I’d like to pick. If I had to pick one I think it would be Shakespeare. Why would any writer not want to talk to him? He’s the best. I’d like to think I could learn something from him.
Would you care to mention any upcoming or WIP projects that readers can look forward from you in the future?
My first novella Beholding Beauty is coming out via Dreamspinner Press on June 27th.
Out of all your books, do you have a favorite one? If not, then which one is closest to your heart?
I’m not sure I could pick one. But I think my short story Reconnecting will always be close to my heart because it was the first story I got published.
Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add?
Thank you for having me. Nope, nothing more to add other than I hope people enjoy my book.
Beholding Beauty by Sam Singer
Craig Ryan’s modeling dreams crashed and burned on the streets of LA. Still, a man has to eat, and the escort biz pays well, and the sex isn’t bad. Actually, Craig enjoys his new job and benefits. That is, until a client called Deehires him. Deeis a mystery. He keeps his face hidden and prohibits touching, even when touching his mouthwatering body becomes Craig’s fantasy.
Falling for a customer was never in Craig’s plans. But wrapped insideDee’s peculiar requirements, there’s a sense of loneliness and pain that strikes deep within Craig, awakening his own need for something more—something with a future beyond one-night stands.
The elevator stopped and opened directly into the luxurious penthouse; it was huge with an open floor plan, elegantly furnished, and smelled faintly of sandalwood and leather. The kitchen gleamed with top-of-the-line chrome appliances. There was a nicely sized, but not ostentatious, LCD television to the left of a fireplace surrounded by built-in mahogany bookcases crammed full of books. The floors were gleaming hardwood with beautiful, intricate Persian rugs here and there. On the coffee table was an array of magazines—Time, Newsweek, Men’s Health, GQ, The Advocate, and Details—along with a book of erotic male photography. The entire west wall was made up of floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a spectacular view of the city at sunset, and there standing in front of them, looking out, had to be his client.
He was big, not overweight, but tall, lean, and most likely muscular if the broad shoulders were anything to go by. His hair was to his shoulders, dark, brown probably, and thick. He looked to be impeccably dressed in dark slacks and shirt—silk, Craig guessed. Despite a couple of years in the escort business and being plenty jaded, Craig was intrigued. He wished the man would turn around. He’d love to see if the front was as appealing as the back.
“I’m Craig,” Craig said evenly.
“I’m Dee,” his client said in a deep voice, not turning to face Craig.
Craig took a few uncertain steps closer. “I hope I’m what you wanted.”
“You’re fine,” his client replied shortly.
Craig frowned and his brows knitted together in puzzlement. How could he think Craig was fine when he hadn’t even turned to look at him? The first tendrils of unease began to unfurl inside him. This guy was big, strong, and could easily overpower Craig. Not that Craig was a slouch, but he didn’t have the muscle mass his client seemed to under his expensive clothes, and this guy was at least three inches taller than him.
There was a low mechanical hum, and the curtains began to close over the windows, shutting out the weak light from the setting sun. A second later the television clicked on.
“Have a seat, Craig,” Dee said, motioning to the overstuffed suede sofa.
Craig swallowed and nodded even though Dee couldn’t see. He sank down into the plush sofa but kept Dee in his line of sight. The curtains closed completely, and the only light came from the glow of the television and the dim recessed lights in the kitchen. Craig didn’t like this, didn’t like not being able to see his client, not being able to judge his reactions.
“Do you have a favorite genre of film?” his client asked, moving away from the windows and over to sit beside Craig. Craig looked over at Dee but couldn’t really make out any facial features because of the dim lighting, and Dee’s hair was obscuring his face. It didn’t exactly make Craig feel better about this situation.