Today we are joined by Lissa Ford, author of Doubleback, the first book in her new series. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and definitely recommend it.
Why I Write M/M Romance
I stumbled across m/m romances in a totally clichéd way: via fanfic.
I’d been watching one of those PBS/BBC miniseries where the men wore cravats and manners were terribly important and secrets threatened to upend everything the characters held dear. Google being what it was lead me to a fanfic forum so I could continue my fix. Once inside, I felt like Carter discovering King Tut’s tomb: wonderful things abounded. Most wondrous of all: stories that shipped the two male protagonists.
In those fanfic stories, I loved the male energy between the characters. I loved the way the authors played with traditional romance conventions for an m/m storyline. And I loved the sexytimes, omg, the scorching hot sex scenes. I was hooked.
From fanfic I progressed to reading gay romances, and loving the diversity and flexibility of the genre. For some reason, it took me a few years to get up the gumption to write one of my own. But once I did, it felt like coming home.
My current release, Doubleback, is a mishmash of everything I love about the m/m romance genre: angst, high stakes, men who act like men and are sometimes dumbasses when it comes to knowing their own hearts. I’ve had a blast writing it, and I’m so thrilled that readers are enjoying it.
After a tragic shooting left him wounded and in disgrace, all that remained of former deputy sheriff Jude Anderson’s life was a shattered femur, the standard disability package, and a host of issues. Jude seeks sanctuary in a remote upstate cabin and tries to get his life back on track.
Life has other plans when Jude finds a dead man draped across his front doorstep. The victim is the first hookup Jude’s had in, well, ever. Once Jude processes that shock he gets another when he learns that the homicide detective sent to investigate the murder is Rowan Muir, Jude’s ex. Their split was ugly, and Rowan isn’t the forgiving type.
Now Jude is drawn back into a world he left behind: murder investigations and fighting the undeniable attraction he has for Rowan. Rowan is still holding onto a substantial grudge. But both men need to figure out how to cope with being thrown together again, because it’s becoming increasingly clear that Jude is being targeted by a murderer – one who may have come from Jude’s past for revenge.
The night before had been pretty shitty, but the day after promised to be even shittier when Jude Anderson opened the front door to his cabin and nearly stumbled over the body of a man lying face down across the doorway.
Disbelieving his eyes at first, Jude stared at the crumpled form. Blood oozed sluggishly over the reclaimed barn wood porch, puddling in a tacky mess under the man’s head. Once Jude got past the shock to register what he was seeing, he went for the firearm that at one time would have been holstered at his hip. Then he remembered he no longer carried.
He whirled to scan the surrounding woods for movement. The October sun was rising peaceably over the treetops. Birds chirped. Squirrels scrabbled. The horses placidly cropping in their paddock meant that whoever dumped the body was long gone. Shiloh, his German Shepard, would have barked herself hoarse if anyone set so much as a toe on the property, but Jude had had to rush Shiloh to the vet’s the night before, sickened by her habit of eating dead wildlife.
In the midst of his tumbling thoughts, Jude wondered if whoever dumped the body on his front porch knew that.
Willing his heartbeat to slow, Jude bent over the figure. The victim’s face pointed away from him to stare sightlessly out toward the magnificent autumn-tinged foliage. Jude took in the details: gray tee-shirt, well-worn jeans. Expensive running shoes. Cheap watch. Black hair matted with blood clots, medium height, built. His stillness communicated death in a way Jude was sadly familiar. The peculiar stink did too, blending with the scents of pine and wood smoke. Awkwardly, the steel pins in his right thighbone telling him it was a bad idea, Jude crouched, two fingers out to check the jugular anyway, just in case…
“Shit!” He jumped back.
The man crumpled at his feet was Travis Gruber, the bartender from Eight Ball nightclub.
The guy he’d hooked up with last Thursday night.
When Jude surfaced to awareness again, it was while he was vomiting his first cup of Folgers into the toilet. He heaved until his stomach folded in on itself, and when the spasms subsided, rested his forehead against the cool porcelain. Somebody killed Travis. Somebody wanted him to see.
Somebody was making a point.
Eyes burning, Jude fished his cellphone out of his sweatshirt pocket, thumbed 9-1-1, and wondered why he thought he deserved sanctuary. No one else thought he did.
It was a mistake he wouldn’t make again.
About the Author
Lissa Ford is a sucker for hot guys and a happy ending. Thus writing m/m romances is her idea of a perfect day. A transplanted California girl in snowy upstate New York, Lissa spends way too much time online and trying to keep her cat from destroying the furniture.