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I met Kerry face-to-face for the first time at GayRomLit and now i'm even happier to have her talented self here. Kerry did her first reading at GayRomLit and she's going to tell us about it. Take it away, Kerry --
Saying Dirty Words in Public, or How I Survived My First Reading
Any reader of my stories knows I haven’t the slightest problem writing dirty, dirty words. I can wax poetic on any number of sexual acts and positions, and my characters love to tell each other exactly what to do or how they feel.
For GRL last week, I was scheduled to give a reading from my new book Pine Tar & Sweet Tea. I decided to read from the first few scenes of the first chapter, long before my guys first jump in the sack. No problem until I started to practice in front of my husband.
“Um... um... um...”
My husband stared at me. “What?”
“Um, René says ‘fuck’ here,” I whispered.
“You say that word all the time.”
“But that’s in conversation,” I whined. “With people who know I’m a freak. This will be in front of strangers.”
My husband laughed at me. “So you can write it but you can’t read it?”
I continued to practice, and I was getting pretty good at the parts without curse words. But I was still stumbling over a few choice sentences. I practiced some more. Changed the section I practiced. Changed it back. The morning of my reading, I was still nervous.
As usual, I was hanging out with my bestie Bella Leone. She was trying to calm me down. “Why are you worried about the scene you’re reading?”
“Um, René says ‘dick,’” I whispered. “And David says ‘pussy.’”
She looked at me like I had three heads. She’s read everything I’ve written. Literally. She knows I wrote a circle jerk scene. She remembers the short story with the Daddy/boy kink. She also just knows me well. We have had phone conversations liberally peppered with “fuck” and “asshole” and “dick.” Not to mention our discussions of gay porn.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, get over it.”
And this is why Bella and I get along so well. She has no problem telling me to cowboy the fuck up.
So I went back to my room and practiced. And practiced some more. I practiced until “fuck,” “dick,” and “pussy” just rolled off my tongue. And at the reading, when the moderator asked if I’d go first, I said, “Yes, please, before I chicken out.”
When it was all said and done, I survived. People chuckled in most of the places I wanted them to. I didn’t stumble over the curse words. I didn’t pass out. All and all, it was a huge success.
And maybe the next time I do a reading, I’ll manage to read a sex scene. *laughing hysterically*
Pine Tar & Sweet Tea
by Kerry Freeman
edited by Jules Robin
cover by Fiona Jayde
published by Loose Id
Buy at Loose Id: http://www.loose-id.com/pine-tar-sweet-tea.html
After playing eleven years in the Minor Leagues, Coach Matt Hawley has returned to his tiny Alabama hometown to lead his old high school baseball team to their first state championship. At the other end of the state, René Días, who left the Major League after one season, is getting his team ready to defend their state title for the second straight year. One is in the closet. The other is between relationships. Neither has any intention of hooking up at the state tournament.
Then they see each other.
Pre-game lust turns into an intense one-night stand neither man can forget, and when their best friends embark on a romance, Matt and René are thrown together again. This time they decide it won't be for just a single night. But the fear of disappointing his minister father and shaming his family forces Matt to keep one foot in the closet, even as he and René find their lust is maybe something more. He's going to have to make a choice between between his family and his freedom.
The clubhouse was sweltering, and René took his cap off to wipe his brow. The rows of lockers and wooden benches always reminded him of playing in the majors, where reporters wouldn’t even wait for the players to get fully dressed before accosting them for quotes about that night’s game. He’d never quite become comfortable with holding court while dripping wet and towel skirted. Then again, he’d never quite become comfortable with a lot of things he encountered his one year of major league play.
“Good afternoon, Coach Días.” The umpire walked toward him with an extended hand. “Good to see you again.”
René shook the umpire’s hand. “Good to see you again too. Hopefully you’ve had a good year.”
“A very good year. Thanks for asking.” The umpire nodded at David. “Hello, Coach Reynolds.”
“Hey, Bob,” David said, smiling. “No need to be so formal. We’re old friends by now.”
“Let’s just say I definitely wasn’t surprised to see your team back in the finals.” The umpire smiled. “Gonna be a great series, that’s for sure. Your opposition looks good.”
René’s ears practically twitched at the mention of the team from North Alabama. “Have you met their coach yet?”
“Met him this morning. He’s quiet, seems pretty serious. Nice fella too.” The umpire chuckled. “Speaking of which… Hello, Coach Hawley.”
The gracious greeting René planned stuck in his throat the instant he turned and gazed into a pair of intense blue eyes. René forced himself not to gaze up and down the opposing coach’s tall, tight body, but he couldn’t help following as Hawley slowly licked his lips. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, the man had the most incredible wheat-blond hair just begging to be pulled.
David cleared his throat. “Um, Coach Hawley, I’m David Reynolds, Mobile’s first-base coach.” He shook Hawley’s hand. “This is René Días, our head coach.”
René finally remembered he was supposed to talk. “Nice to meet you, Coach Hawley.” René held out his hand.
Coach Hawley wrapped his long fingers around René’s hand and held on to it. “Nice to meet you too. Call me Matt, though.”
“We’ve been looking forward to playing your team.” René smiled when Matt’s grip tightened. “I’ve heard great things about how you’ve developed the team since you took over this year. Congratulations on your first state final.”
“Thank you. This is your school’s third year in a row here. That’s a sure sign you’re doing something right down in Mobile.”
If there was a sure way into René’s good graces, it was to compliment his team. He could think of plenty of other ways the gorgeous Matt Hawley could impress him—most involving them being naked together—but they had a few baseball games to play. René released Matt’s hand and tried to ignore David’s bug-eyed look at his side.
The meeting with the umpire was a formality. They discussed the rules of the best-of-three series and the umpire’s definition of the strike zone, and the coaches gave the umpire their batting order. René concentrated on each word of the umpire’s speech and blocked out the coach next to him. Baseball was serious business, and he couldn’t let Matt, however tasty he appeared to be, distract him. But as soon as the meeting was over, René found himself locked into that deep blue gaze again.
Matt swallowed slowly. “Well, René, it was nice meeting you. Good luck.”
“Thanks.” René could feel his cheeks heat. “Good luck to you guys too.”
Taking two steps back, Matt pulled on his baseball cap and smiled before turning to walk away. René couldn’t take his eyes off the slow sway of Matt’s hips. For just an instant, he imagined digging his fingers into those hips and the kind of bruises it would leave on Matt’s fair skin.
“Down, boy!” David punched René’s arm. “And retract your tongue before you close your mouth.”
René suddenly remembered where he was. “You think he noticed?”
“You’re kidding, right? I would say he noticed you every bit as much as you noticed him.”
“I meant— Oh!” René stared toward the door. “Cool.”
David shook his head. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered as he stomped off. “Biggest game of the year, and now he decides to take the dick out of storage.” He spun around and faced René again. “Just great!”
René jogged over to David and threw his arm around David’s shoulders. “Aww, come on, baby. Don’t be jealous.” He guffawed when David shoved him away. “You’re still my favorite guy, even if you kiss like a girl.”
An extended middle finger was the only farewell David gave him. Still chuckling to himself, René pulled his cap down over his eyes, adjusted himself, and walked into the sunlight to begin batting practice.
Kerry is also a cutie. Here's a bit about her.
Kerry was born and raised in Alabama, and she grew up swearing she was going to get the hell out of Dodge the instant she could. Turns out Dodge ain’t so bad, and she never left. Alabama’s version of a city girl, she married a country boy, and the adorkable couple lives in a small town with their two socially awkward dogs.
Kerry loves to write about love, and it turns out most of the voices in her head are men. She also loves to write about the South, so most of her stories end up there, one way or another.
A tomboy and a geek from way back, Kerry has a day job but dreams she will one day write full time. She has a weakness for yaoi, Japanese stationery, YA, and ginger-haired singers from Britain. She owns an impressive t-shirt collection. Nowaki & Hiroki are her homeboys.
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