December 12, 2012 by Anne Tenino
Welcome to The Next Big Thing Blog Hop. This hop has been doing the rounds for a bit, so you’ve probably heard of it. Basically, it’s supposed to be a hop where each participant talks about their current WIP (Work In Progress), then they pass the ball on to up to five other authors who will do the same thing next week.
I’m only passing on to three—everyone I asked had already done it (and to be honest, I didn’t look that hard). The bloggers following me are (drumroll) L.C. Chase, Taylor V. Donovan and Amelia C. Gormley!
And now, my post. I’m cheating a little here—I’m giving you details of my next release, Too Stupid to Live, because technically I’m still working on it (it’s going through the final proofing now). The book will be released on January 14, 2013, so it’s coming soon. Stay tuned, because Taylor will be tagging me back, and on the 26th I’ll be posting about the book I’m currently writing, Sweet Young Thang—Collin’s story in the Theta Alpha Gamma series.
Without further ado, my own Next Big Thing:
- What is the working title of your book?
Too Stupid to Live, as I mentioned above. It’s the first book in a trilogy we’re calling Romancelandia, but yes, it is part of the same world Whitetail Rock was set in. Nik and Jurgen fans will get to see them in TSTL.
- Where did the idea come from for the book?
Uh . . . I’m so bad at this. I can never remember later exactly where the idea came from. All I can say is that Sam was the original driving force behind the book. I guess you could say the idea came from his personality.
- What genre does your book fall under?
Definitely Romantic Comedy.
- Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie?
Okay, this may sound nuts, but for Sam the closest I can get is D.J. Qualls. For Ian? I can’t name an actor who’s perfect for the role but Daniel Craig comes damn close. Ian’s a little younger, a little taller, a little better looking, his ears don’t stick out as much and he’s hairy.
- What is a one sentence synopsis of your book?
“It isn’t true love until someone gets hurt.” (That’s the tag line, but it pretty much sums it up.)
- Will your book be self published, published by a small press, or represented by an agency?
TSTL will be published by Riptide Publishing, and in fact is available for preorder there already.
- How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
I started this book in September 2011, and I finally finished a first draft in May, 2012. I don’t know why it took so long—I did take breaks to write two books and edit them while working on TSTL, but that still doesn’t really explain it in my opinion.
- What other books would you compare this story to within your genre.
I think it’s a bit like Frat Boy and Toppy to be honest. Other than that, I don’t really know. I think it’s similar to Amy Lane’s Clear Water, but I see some major differences, also.
- Who or What inspired you to write this book?
Well, that would be Sam also. Of course, once I dreamt up Ian, they both inspired me. I was also inspired by the idea of a geeky guy getting his dream man.
- What else about your book might interest the reader?
How about a short excerpt? This is from the beginning of Chapter Five, when Sam has just seen Ian for the second time, at a housewarming party Nik and Jurgen are having (they just bought a house together). Sam didn’t exactly impress Ian with his smoothness. This is a short conversation between Nik and Sam in Nik’s bedroom.
“What in the hell was that about?” Nik asked when he found Sam hiding in his bedroom. He shut the door and walked over to his dresser.
“He was watching me,” Sam explained.
“Who was watching you?” Nik asked, digging through a drawer.
The highlander. “That guy. Jurgen’s cousin, Ian.”
Nik looked up, his mouth forming a perfect “o” of surprise. “That’s a good thing, right?” he asked slowly. He pulled a royal blue shirt out of the drawer, not looking at it but at Sam.
“I don’t knoooow.” That was close to a wail. Sam tried to bring it down a notch. “I don’t think I’m his type.”
“Type, schmype.” Nik flapped a hand at him. “He was watching you.” Nik started paying attention to unbuttoning his wine-soaked shirt.
Sam swallowed and took a calming breath. “I might have been ogling him. A little. He might have noticed.”
“Every guy here is ogling him,” Nik said, disgruntled. Understandable; he was used to people ogling his boyfriend. It was a point of pride with him, even if he wouldn’t admit it. No matter how much Sam pushed him to. “You’re just one of the herd.” Nik looked disgustedly at the dirty shirt now in his hand, then threw it toward the bathroom door. Sam watched it sail past a stripper pole he’d just noticed.
Don’t ask. “You guys put in a stripper pole?” D’oh!
Nik smiled, sighing dreamily. “Yeah.” He gazed affectionately at the shiny brass pole, then shook his head and refocused on Sam. “So, what about Ian?”
Another calming breath. “Do you remember when I told you about, um, the guy I asked out?”
“Your future husband?” Nik’s eyes got big. So had his voice. He stopped in the middle of pulling on his new shirt.
“Be quiet! I didn’t mean that husband thing. I was drunk.”
“Yes you did. So, what you aren’t saying is . . .” Nik raised a brow, looking delighted. Slowly buttoning his new shirt.
Sam started a sort of horrified nodding. “It was Ian.” Nik nodded in unison with him, but in a far less horrified way.
“So maybe, if you watched him back . . .” Nik waggled his brows. It was completely out of character for him.
Sam stared a few seconds before blurting, “He winked at me.”
There was that “o” of surprise again. “What did you do?” Nik asked excitedly.
“I bumped into you and spilled wine down your front.”
Nik looked at him.
Sam looked at Nik.
“I guess you could have been smoother,” Nik finally said, looking far less delighted. He finished buttoning his shirt and planted his hands on his hips. Thinking.
“I guess I could have.”
“Okay. Don’t worry. I’m going to help you.” Nik whirled around and marched out of the room with purpose.
“I’m really not sure this is a situation that can be helped,” Sam called after him, already knowing it was pointless.
Curious? There’s a little more information about Too Stupid to Live here.