Inspiration for Designs of Desire
Thank you for having me over, Kim.
So, Kim asked me a question about my recent release (and debut novel)
“Designs of Desire”, “What was the inspiration for your story?” Today, I’m
going to share my answer with not just Kim, but with you as well.
“Designs of Desire” is the story of James Bryant and Seth Burns. The
story really started out as me venting my issues with how “normal” people oft
times view others that are not physically perfect. You see, James has Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome—a
hyper-mobility joint/connective tissue genetic disorder—and between that and
past injuries he walks with forearm crutches, can’t stand for long without
severe pain, and tends to see himself as others treat him... All things I fight
with every day.
Those characters (and real people) with mobility issues don’t want to be
seen with pity or worse, but that’s been James’s experience—well, when they
aren’t hurting him or ignoring his very existence. So out of this frustration
James was born. And while I have not personally suffered the type of abuse he
has, much of his past is based off the stories friends of mine have told me
about their own histories and hurts.
I would like to not only invite you to explore James and Seth’s story,
but to also find out more about why James is the way he is physically. Oh, and
no, that’s not just funky jewelry he’s wearing on the cover, that’s the Ring
Splints that help his fingers work right...
by Tempeste O’Riley
M/M Erotic BDSM/Kink Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: July 29th 2013
Length: Novel / 200 pages
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Description:
Artist James Bryant has forearm crutches in every color from
rainbow for fun to sleek black for business. He even has a pair with more paint
splatters than metal. After his family’s rejection and abuse from a man he
thought loved him, James only just gets through the day by painting. He lives
in constant fear that he’s not worthy of anything, let alone love.
As CEO of his company, Carrington Enterprises, Seth Burns is a
take-charge kind of guy, and he is instantly smitten by the artist helping with
his newest project. When he witnesses James suffer a panic attack, a protective
instinct he never knew he had kicks in. He truly believes nothing is
unobtainable—including James—if he’s willing to put in the time and effort.
James is shy and confused by Seth’s interest in him as a person.
With Seth’s support, can he work through his fears to finally find the true
love he deserves, or will someone finally land the crushing blow he won’t
survive?
About the Author:
Tempeste O’Riley is an out and proud
omnisexual / bi-woman whose best friend growing up had the courage to do what
she couldn’t–defy the hate and come out. He has been her hero ever since.
Tempe is a hopeless
romantic that loves strong relationships and happily-ever-afters. Though new to
writing M/M, she has done many things in her life, though writing has always
drawn her back–no matter what else life has thrown her way. She counts her
friends, family, and Muse as her greatest blessings in life. She lives in
Wisconsin with her children, reading, writing, and enjoying life.
Tempe is also a proud
member of Romance
Writers of America® and Rainbow
Romance Writers. Learn more about Tempeste and her writing at http://tempesteoriley.com.
Excerpt:
667, 668, 669….
A file slapped the desk in front of James,
distracting him from his attempt at counting the dots in the ceiling tiles
above him.
“I know you’re busy and all,” Brian said, his
usual sneer in place. “But do you think you’ll have time to help a new client?”
The man just lived to give him a hard time.
James took a deep breath. He desperately hoped his
hatred of the man towering over him didn’t show. James Knew open displays of
boredom pissed Brian off, but James hadn’t had a prospective or existing client
call in two days. He’d finished his purchasing reports, sent the work orders
and e-mail. All calls done. What else was he supposed to do?
“Sure, Brian. Let me see what we’ve got, and I’ll
head right out,” James replied. He tried to sound upbeat. It wasn’t that he
didn’t like his job; he did. But Brian hated him, and he always got the
leftovers—usually clients the other designers did not want for one reason or
another.
“I’m sure this one’s right up your—” Cough. “—alley,”
Brian finished with a snicker.
James never figured out how someone so hateful and
narrow-minded as Brian stood working in their field, much less kept his job. In
James’s opinion, art, even corporate branding
and design, should attract people with a bit more open-mindedness. He had a few
ideas on the latter but kept his opinions, and gutter-mind, to himself.
Forcing a smile across
his face as he opened the folder in front of him, James called out to Brian’s
retreating form, “No worries, boss.”
Brian paused and
turned to look over his shoulder and with a nasty smile added, “Oh, and the
guy’ll be here in about ten minutes. Don’t screw up.”
Ten minutes?
Seriously?
He started to peruse
the new client information, pleased that at least the file seemed to be
complete—charts, images, budget, etc.—and his phone rang. He answered on the
second ring. “Good morning, James Bryant speaking.”
“Ah, Jamie, got the
file yet? ’Cuz let me tell you, this one’s something else,” came the
disembodied voice of his best friend and co-worker, Chase Manning. “He’s not
like most of the scraps Brian-the-dick tosses you.”
“I’m sure I can handle
whatever he sends my way. The clients aren’t usually as difficult as Brian and
the others make them seem. They just don’t want to deal with high maintenance
or quirky. Which, when you consider the job, makes no sense. But—”
“Jamie, dear,” Chase
said, cutting him off. “That’s not it at all. This guy’s hot, and I mean H-O-T,
hot. He’s waiting for you already and man, I so wish I had your job today,” he
practically squealed. “So hurry up and get your sexy ass down here. Now.”
“Shh…. Don’t be so
loud. The last thing I need is you to offend a new client. Now, go back to work
and let me read over the file, would ya?” He shook his head and clicked off his
Bluetooth. James glanced over the information for his new client. Seth
Burns? Carl, their senior manager, had been trying to get Mr. Burns of
Carrington Enterprises as a client for years. Wonder what he’s looking for
and how this project slipped past Brian to me?
Setting it aside,
James pulled out his messenger bag and loaded it with the folder. He already
had all his staples in there: pens, pencils, a notebook or two, and a couple of
sketch pads. He carefully hung it across his neck and shoulder so the bag
wouldn’t slip. He preferred his backpack, but his boss frowned on
“casual.” James gathered his forearm crutches, the plain black ones he only
used for work, and he began the arduous task of getting up before he slipped
his arms through the cuffs.
Once satisfied he
wasn’t forgetting anything, James slung himself down the hall to the elevator,
where he waited. He hated standing there, given Brian’s office faced the hall.
When James reached the
main floor, Chase seemed to vibrate as he waited for him. His face reminded
James of a child at Disney World instead of the twenty-five-year-old man he
actually was.
“Do you want to meet
with him down here in one of the conference rooms?” Chase pleaded, batting his
eyes for full effect. He knew better than to act like that, but, oh well.
“Relax, Chase,” James
said with a smile. Chase, his sometimes assistant and best friend, always
worried about James walking too much, but then he never managed to understand
the idea of limitations versus inability. James could walk, though he couldn’t
walk far or carry much of anything. He simply needed his crutches. Limitations
James loathed but had learned to accept.
“I just hate you
traipsing up and down the halls. I wish—”
“Don’t,” James snapped
harder than he’d meant to. “Sorry. You know I appreciate your concern, but I’m
a big boy and can manage fine. Now, go back to your desk and do your job so I
can do mine.”
With a huff, Chase
flounced back to his desk. “Fine,” he called over his shoulder. “Be that way.”
James ignored him and pushed on,
maneuvering himself around to reception to meet his new client.
Thanks for hosting me today! I enjoyed my time here :c)
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great story, Tempeste! Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteNo, I'm not stalking you, Tempeste! Just your two lovely characters. I love learning all these little bits about them. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm loving the tour--the story sounds more engaging with each stop!
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