Narrative voice is your bliss. I like how being in Toph's head is different from being in David or Twoey's head. Even the brief bits of Matty have a distinctive feel. Like Toph's canvases, your tonal work teases out a full portrait in abstract.
As a Floridian living in Texas (did a few years in Tennessee and Georgia, too), I've had the argument from many different angles. IMO - if you can't get a decent buttermilk biscuit, and they don't look at you crazy when you order unsweet tea, it ain't the south. Although, I'd take Virginia style barbeque over whatever Texas thinks they're doing any damn day.
Which was probably why I had such a hard time predicting...
Ch 13 had been split from ch12. At first, that made the sex scenes look merely plugged in, but I dug the contrasts between the various relationships. One of the things I set out to do was establish a clearer line between BDSM and abuse -- something that books like 50 Shades, and certain porn actors, have mangled.
Which was probably why I had such a hard time predicting...
Ch 13 had been split from ch12. At first, that made the sex scenes look merely plugged in, but I dug the contrasts between the various relationships. One of the things I set out to do was establish a clearer line between BDSM and abuse -- something that books like 50 Shades, and certain porn actors, have mangled.
I've been itching to reveal Indie's deal with Jameson for AGES! But, obviously, he couldn't do so until he was in a safer place.
It was an intense chapter to write.
Preston hadn't been in the cards for Indie when I started. However, it took all of a week in my head before Preston was like "I got this." Remember how Joel kept getting away from you?
As for the choking - fair point. This is first relationship for both of them in which they completely trust their partner, so this is still pretty new to them.
Bright red spots on a field of old linoleum.
I continue digging with tweezers, the tips failing to get a hold on the tiny sliver.
Stainless steel scrapes on jagged glass. More blood drips off my heel.
No matter how many times I clean them up, fragments remain.
I’ll be walking on broken glass forever.
~*~*~*~
“Where we heading?”
“My place.”
“Is that so?” I said. I arched my eyebrow at him. I knew Preston had said he was taking me back to his apartment, but I didn’t know whethe
Indie and Efrain are friends, so of course he's going to be concerned. With Cory, I suppose it's concern-by-proxy.
Also, I don't think any amount of contrition on Indie's part is going to make up for the fact that Preston can't seem to control his baser instincts around him. Maddog and Iceman will clash, trust me.
ETA - New chapter SOON!
I've heard a lot of really great things about your writing. Derrick is beyond adorable and Tanner is cheek-pinchingly cute. Class captures all the sweetness of first love so perfectly that I have an overwhelming urge to hug people. Also, I think I need your address so I can bill you for any subsequent cavities I may develop as they will all be your fault!
Once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping