Welcome to my blog for Someone to Keep Me Blog Tour and congratulations, K.C. Wells and Parker Williams for the great release! I asked them about 1st person vs. 3rd person point of view, and here are their responses.
K.C. :I’ve always written in the third
person. But when I first started writing, I knew nothing about writing from one
person’s point of view and not head hopping. The first round of edits for
Learning to Love: Michael & Sean taught me real fast! So now, if I want to
change point of view, I leave a text gap to make it really obvious. And
sometimes I’ve written a whole book in just one character’s point of view,
because I didn’t want the reader to see something.
I like writing in the third person because
that way, you get to see what goes on in the heads of both the main characters.
But it does have its drawbacks – well, one main drawback – use of pronouns. You
have to be very careful that it’s clear who is doing and thinking what. That’s
where het romance has it easy! When your characters are both him / he, etc, you have to write concisely.
But when it came to Someone to Keep Me,
Parker and I decided to write in the first person. Our characters were so
different, we wanted the readers to see their differences, so we let them know
whose point of view they’re reading from. But to be honest, it should be clear.
They each have a very different Voice. And the future Collars & Cuffs
novels will carry this on: the ones written by KC will be in the third person,
the ones by both of us will be in the first.
Will: Unlike K.C., I’ve written stories in
first and third person. To me they each have their uses, but for more personal
stories, like Someone to Keep Me, I prefer first person because it’s more like they’re
talking to me and telling me their story live.
I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense, but
in my head it totally does. Some stories require third person, especially those
with multiple viewpoints. But Someone to Keep Me, and the other stories that
K.C. and I do, we’d like it to feel more ‘direct’ person-to-person.
We discussed it at the beginning.
Originally K.C. wanted to do it as a third person story, but I had written a
snippet that I shared with her where it was from the first person perspective.
We then asked a friend for their opinion, and they agreed that in this
instance, the first person did seem more ‘comfortable’. So we went that route.
Now! Before anything else, let me say this:
Several times I began writing something and slipped back into the third person
unintentionally. K.C. (more than once, I admit) had to say, “Uh, Will? Isn’t
that supposed to be first person?
Whoops.
Regardless, I’m proud of what we
accomplished on Someone to Keep Me. We hope that you, like us, find Scott and
Ben to be people you welcome into your lives and that you’ll enjoy them enough
to want to follow the adventures of their friends.
Bio:
Born and raised in the
north-west of England, K.C.Wells always loved writing. Words were
important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the
writing ceased, as life got in the way.
K.C. discovered
erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to
the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In
2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need
to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings –
writing about men in love was even hotter...
K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career.
The
laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a
rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C
goes, it goes.
K.C. can be reached via email (k.c.wells@btinternet.com), on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/KCWellsWorld) or through comments at the K.C.Wells website (www.kcwellsworld.com ) K.C. loves to hear from readers.
PARKER
WILLIAMS began to write as a teen, but never showed his work to anyone.
As he grew older, he drifted away from writing, but his love of the
written word moved him to reading. A chance encounter with an author
changed the course of his life as she encouraged him to never give up on
a dream. With the help of some amazing friends, he rediscovered the joy
of writing, thanks to a community of writers who have become his
family.
Parker
firmly believes in love, but is also of the opinion that anything worth
having requires work and sacrifice (plus a little hurt and angst, too).
The course of love is never a smooth one, and Happily Ever After always
has a price tag.
Website: http://www.parkerwilliamsauthor.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ParkerWAuthor
BLURB:
Eighteen-year-old
Scott Keating knows a whole world exists beyond his parents’ strict
control, but until he gains access to the World Wide Web, he really has
no idea what’s out there. In a chat room, Scott meets “JeffUK.” Jeff
loves and understands him, and when he offers to bring Scott to the UK,
Scott seizes his chance to escape his humdrum life and see the world.
But when his plane touches down and Jeff isn’t there, panic sets in.
Collars
& Cuffs favorite barman and Dom-in-training, Ben Winters, drops his
sister off at the airport and finds a lost, anxious Scott. Hearing
Scott’s story sets off alarm bells, along with his protective instincts.
Taking pity on the naïve boy, Ben offers him a place to crash and
invites him to Collars & Cuffs, hoping his bosses will know how to
help. Scott dreams of belonging to someone, heart and soul. Ben longs
for a sub of his own. And neither man sees what’s right under his nose.
Excerpt
(PG)
I
was trying to make shopping a fun experience, but Scott wasn’t making
it easy. I figured he’d had a heavy morning emotionally, and I thought
taking him around Debenhams department store would provide him with a
little light relief. I kept holding up these really loud shirts and
telling him he’d look good in them. His reaction confused the hell out
of me. It was almost as if the boy didn’t know how to have fun. And when
I held up some really skimpy underwear, I thought he was going to faint
from embarrassment. I kept looking at the clothes he’d picked out. Two
pairs of jeans, no problem there, but the shirts were bland, boring
even. Scott was eighteen, for God’s sake. In desperation, I picked up a
blue shirt I thought would really suit him. The color was a perfect
match for his eyes. I held it out to him.
“Would you wear this for me?”
He
gazed at me for a moment, and I thought he was going to refuse. Then he
nodded shyly. Thank God. I put it in the basket along with his other
choices, and we headed for the till. I handed over Leo’s letter of
authorization confirming his phone call, and we were done. As we left
the store, loaded up with bags, Scott asked for the receipts, to keep
them safe to give to Leo.
I snickered. “You do know Leo won’t do anything with those receipts, don’t you?” I knew my boss better than he did.
Scott
stopped dead in the middle of the pavement, his mouth open. “What?” I
shrugged. He held out his bags. “I’m sorry, I can’t accept these.” God,
he could be stubborn.
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, be like that. I’m sure the people at the
launderette won’t mind seeing you standing there in your underwear
washing your one suit.” I started walking again, laughing inwardly as he
caught up to me in a hurry.
Scott tilted his head. “Launderette?”
I
searched for the American equivalent. “Laundromat.” A horrified
expression crept over his face. Yeah, I’d thought that would make him
stop and think. “Can you afford to be proud right now?” His face fell,
and I instantly regretted my words. The boy had to see things clearly,
though.
Scott looked at his bags
of clothing, his expression grudging, to say the least. “Okay, but I
still want the receipts.” Out came that chin again. The lad had some
backbone to him.
This time I stopped. “You’re going to be stubborn about this, aren’t you?”
The color rose in his
cheeks. “It’s not being stubborn, it’s being responsible.” His lips
narrowed. “I don’t need someone to take care of me.”
“Fine.
Whatever,” I muttered and started walking again. I glanced at the boy
surreptitiously as we went along. Regardless of what came out of his
mouth, everything about Scott said something entirely different. Alex
was right: the lad needed a keeper. I turned off Piccadilly onto London
Road, back to the hotel where I’d left the car.
“Where are we going?” Scott looked at me in confusion as he caught sight of the hotel.
“We’re going to my place. I have a flat.”
An eager expression crossed his face. “Do you need help with that?”
I frowned. “Help with what?”
“Your flat. Have you got a jack?”
I
struggled for a moment to understand. Then it dawned on me. I laughed.
“Okay, for future reference? A flat is an apartment.” I shook my head,
still chuckling. “How do you expect to write if you don’t even know
English?” His cheeks flamed.
(Explicit)
Scott
“Hands and knees, boy.”
I
obeyed him, doing my best to move smoothly and gracefully, just like
he’d taught me. I tensed when his hand spread my cheeks and he pushed a
couple of slick fingers into me. I squirmed as his fingers scissored
inside me, stretching me. When Ben pulled his fingers free, I stifled my
noises of disappointment. Ben held up something for me to see. It was a
slim butt plug in black silicone. I swallowed.
I tried to relax as he pushed it slowly into me. “God, it feels so big.”
Ben
chuckled. “This is nothing, wait until it’s my cock.” And didn’t that
thought send a ripple through me. At last I felt the flat base of the
plug and knew it was all the way in.
“Stand up.”
I
got to my feet, the movement pushing the plug against my prostate. Oh,
hell. I couldn’t see me lasting long without coming—until I saw what Ben
held in his hand. It was a cage of some sort, its shape mimicking a
dick. I gasped as Ben pushed a metal ring over my cock and eased my
balls through it carefully. The ring had a catch where it rested on top
of my dick. Then he slid a lubed hand over my length. I shuddered to
finally feel his hand on me, but it was short-lived as he proceeded to
slide the cage very slowly over my cock, until at last it snapped into
position on the cock ring.
“Sir?
Ben grinned. “Subs who behave the way you did have to expect punishment.”
I gulped. All in all, I thought I’d got off lightly, except Ben wasn’t finished.
“On your knees.”
I obeyed him, conscious of the plug in my ass and the weight of the cage
around my cock. I wondered what was coming next, and my mouth fell open
when Ben unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans down over his hips. Ben
cupped my chin and lifted my face to look at him.
“Suck my cock, boy. And make it good.”
Oh… oh, wow.
Ben
God, I was hard.
Scott
knelt before me. Smiling up at me, he pulled my underwear down slowly,
releasing the solid cock hidden inside. It sprang up, heavy and thick,
bouncing in his face. Scott’s eyes moved to mine. I nodded toward my
cock.
“Sir? May I?” Scott lowered his eyes reverently. I placed my hands atop Scott’s head.
“Do it, boy,” I whispered. Scott reached for the thick shaft in front of him. “No hands.” My voice was thick and husky.
Scott nuzzled my balls before licking from the base to the head of my engorged prick.
I
couldn’t suppress a shudder. Scott chuckled, and I gave my boy a quick
cuff on the side of his head. Grabbing Scott’s head, I pushed him down,
the warm lips engulfing my prick. I moaned, the sensation of the boy’s
mouth nearly overwhelming. I let him suck at his own pace for a few
moments before I locked my hands around Scott’s head and started
thrusting into his mouth. All too soon, my balls began to pull up.
“You’re doing so well. Going to come, boy.”
Scott
tried to back off as I shot, but my grip held him tight. I emptied my
load into his waiting mouth. When I was done, I gave the simple one-word
command.
“Swallow.”
I
smiled as Scott gulped my load, his throat working on the head of my
dick, causing tremors to rock my body. After I’d finished, I released
him. He leaned back and looked me in the eye, smiling, a part of my come
running slowly down his chin. I wiped it off with my thumb and started
drawing away, but he grabbed my hand and popped my thumb into his mouth.
He released it, and his eyes dropped to the floor.
“Thank you, Sir.”
I couldn’t help the wide smile on my face. Now to deliver the bad news.
“Now you’re going to bed. And the plug and cage stay there for the night.”
I watched his eyes widen as realization sunk in. Now he got it.
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I've been reading a lot of KC lately, and can't wait to see the collaboration!
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I prefer first person, because I like getting inside characters' heads and it makes it for easier reading when you have two male leads :)
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