Where Buchanan House Came From with Charley Descoteaux

August 19, 2015

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Hi all! Charley Descoteaux here to chat with you about my new release, Buchanan House. I’m so excited to be here with you! The day job might make me slow to reply, so please bear with me. I’ll be popping in and out for the next few days.

 

Before I go any farther I want to tell you about the giveaway. At the end of this post I’ll ask a question, and every answer is a chance to win an ebook. I’m giving away one copy of every ebook on my backlist and that means there will be six winners!

 

I’m a huge fan of the Marvel movies, so I’m calling this an origin story for my contemporary Romance. ☺

Last summer I got a shiny new degree and a new Evil Day Job to go with it. Not as evil as my last one, but it still keeps me busy when I’d rather be writing. Before going back to cubicle-land I took a short vacation to the Oregon Coast. I love the beach and the Pacific Ocean, and as has happened before I was struck with inspiration while walking on the beach.

The original inspiration was for a murder mystery, but I let the guy live and turned it into a pure Romance. “Pure” as in that’s the main plot, not as in “pure as the driven snow.” Buchanan House has sexy-times but even though it deals with the effects of bullying it’s a sweet and almost lighthearted story. Due in large part to the location. Lincoln City just might be more accepting than Portland, if the number of same-sex couples openly behaving as couples was any indication. I saw so many men with men and women with women in those few days—it made me feel very much at-home, even though it was my first time there.

Since it was my first time, I did a lot of exploring. To the south of the hotel I found a secluded area that looked to be about the size of a suburban cul de sac. One of the homes was for sale and I thought about how cool it would be to write a story with a bunch of guys getting away from the city to live there. Nobody would believe a group of friends buying up all the homes in the neighborhood, though. What would they do for a living? How would they afford those rustic old homes (even if the prices made my m0uth water)? There aren’t a lot of good jobs on the coast so they’d have to bring a means of income with them—and since the largest industry on the Oregon coast is tourism, that question was answered fast!

One object in the book also has its own origin story: the hand carved bench on the front porch. Last year when I celebrated the release of The Nesting Habits of Strange Birds I had a wonderful time with a Goodreads chat. A lot of fun people gave me great ideas for an object to honor Eric’s grandmother. Penumbra suggested a bench, and I love the way it appeared in the story. It’s almost the headstone Eric would’ve chosen for his grandmother if it had been up to him, but a little more fun than that.

Okay, I think I’ve gone on long enough. If you have any questions you’d like to ask, about the book or me or what I’m working on now, please don’t be shy! I might be slow, but I’ll be happy to answer.

 

As for my question, I’d love to hear an origin story of yours! Do you have an object or a superpower with a story? If not, make one up! The more outlandish the better!

On Saturday the 22nd I’ll choose the winners by random number generator so don’t forget to include your Dreamspinner Store account email address with your stories! Each winner will get an ebook from my backlist (every book except Buchanan House, in order of release)!

 

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Here’s a little about Buchanan House—the blurb and an exclusive excerpt!

 

Blurb:

Eric Allen, thirty-three-year-old line cook, moved in with his grandmother, Jewell, after a disastrous coming-out when he was in middle school. She raised him, and he cared for her when she fell ill. When Jewell died she left everything to Eric—angering his parents and older brother. The inheritance isn’t much, but Eric and his bestie Nathan pool their money and buy an abandoned hotel on an isolated stretch of the Central Oregon Coast. The hotel isn’t far from Lincoln City—a town with its own Pride Festival and named for a president—so they christen it Buchanan House after James Buchanan, the “confirmed bachelor” president with the close male friend.

Eric and Nathan need a handyman to help them turn Buchanan House into the gay resort of their dreams. Eric finds Tim Tate in the local listings and over the months leading to opening weekend Tim reveals himself as a skilled carpenter with many hidden talents. Eric falls hard for Tim, but before he can see a future with the gorgeous handyman he has to get over twenty years of being bullied and shamed by his birth family. It would be much easier if Eric’s brother Zach weren’t trying to grab part of the inheritance or ruin opening weekend.

 

This excerpt is from one of Eric and Nathan’s days off—they’re in the backyard of Buchanan House, watching a lone surfer.

 

Nathan rested the cookie plate on top of his mug and brought his own binoculars to his eyes. “Wow. Is that…. Yes, I do believe that is Tim Tate, superhero, handyman, and also, apparently, surfer dude!”

Nathan sounded inordinately pleased to announce what Eric had seen for himself. Which probably meant he’d already known it was Tim. Somehow. Eric pointedly ignored his tone, but kept watching Tim walk toward the rocks south of Buchanan House.

Tim didn’t seem to be in any hurry. He stopped a few times to look at things the tide had washed in, poking the sand with his foot and once bending at the waist for a closer look. Eric wondered if he’d found any tsunami debris. Signs were posted anywhere tourists were likely to pull off the Coast Highway, along with Tsunami Debris Watch depositories. Eric wanted to find something with Japanese writing on it, an object that had traveled all the way across the Pacific to reach him, but had yet to see anything even close. Not that he’d had a ton of time to walk the beach or participate in Lincoln City’s nightlife, but he hadn’t exactly been a hermit either.

Eric thought he should stop spying on Tim but couldn’t bring himself to lower the binoculars. Tim seemed more relaxed than he was at Buchanan House, his walk more athletic, graceful. On workdays, Tim wore comfortable, almost loose jeans, and T-shirts either under a flannel or over a thermal. He almost looked like a different man. Eric had tried to get a feel for what the body beneath the clothes looked like, without being caught staring, but hadn’t enjoyed the level of success he’d hoped for. After seeing Tim in a wetsuit, Eric knew his fumbling guesses hadn’t even been close. The suit clung to Tim’s broad shoulders and chest, tapering to trim hips, only to bulge again over his defined thigh muscles. He looked like a god.

“Mm-mm-mmm. That is a tasty dish.” Nathan bumped his shoulder into Eric’s.

Before Eric could respond to Nathan’s teasing, Tim unzipped the top of his wetsuit. Eric stood, transfixed, as Tim peeled the top half from his body and let it hang around his waist like the bib on a pair of overalls. It was like watching a live-action ad for Men’s Fitness. Tim’s upper body was sculpted to lean perfection—he looked strong and athletic, but not bulky.

His hair sent drops of water sliding down his chest, and Eric thought about licking the salt water from his warm skin, peeling the rest of the wetsuit away, and—

Nathan’s soft laughter interrupted Eric’s fantasy. He practically pushed the binoculars away from his face. Normally he would’ve had the strap around his neck, but because he hadn’t taken the time, the binoculars fell to the ground, landed on his foot, and flopped into the future garden. Eric kept from shouting curses only with great effort. The last thing he wanted was for Tim to see them standing there, binoculars in hand, ogling him like a couple of perverts.

“Yeah, sweetheart. There’s your dessert right there.”

Eric wasn’t sure if Nathan was ignoring his ridiculous move with the binoculars, or if he hadn’t seen it. The show on the beach was definitely more interesting. “Put down your binoculars. He’ll see.”

“And so what if he does?” Nathan let his binoculars rest against his chest, dangling safely from the strap. And then he waved.

“Nathan,” Eric hissed.

Tim obviously saw him. He stopped walking, frozen in place with his surfboard under his arm, still connected to his ankle with what looked like a chain. Slowly, Tim raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight, but who else would it be? Who else would be in Buchanan House’s backyard in his pink robe after noon on a Sunday? When Tim waved back, Eric’s heart sank a little. Of course he was attracted to Nathan. Who wasn’t?

With the notable exception of me, naturally.

Nathan was six one, handsome as a movie star, and never tried to hide he was ripped to boot.

Eric picked up his binoculars and headed back into the kitchen. He limped a little, but not only because his foot hurt. Obviously Little Eric didn’t get the message that this Tim, just like the last one, was nothing more than a fantasy that would end in disappointment, if not outright humiliation.

Thanks for reading!

I hope you’ll share an origin story with me—I love giving books away as much as I love stories.

 

Don’t be shy, either here or on Facebook, Twitter, or Goodreads—I’d love to hear from you!

 

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9 Responses to “Where Buchanan House Came From with Charley Descoteaux”

  1. Laurie P says:

    I am Super Reader, I devour books at an alarming rate. 5 to 10 a week. Big books, small books, it makes no difference. As long as it’s a book. Gay , straight, either is good. It could be a sci-fy, it could be a mystery, it could be a suspense or even (gasp) a romance. Just give me all the books and no one gets hurt.

  2. Sara says:

    I have wide gold ring, a wedding band from 1885, that is remade to be worn as a necklace. The original wedding band was given to my grandmother’s grandmother when she got married, but the story behind it is that she didn’t get to marry the man she had first chosen.

    That man, her first love, didn’t get her father’s permission to have her hand in marriage and if he wanted to marry he should marry the twelve years older sister, who by then was practically an old spinster. The first love married the sister and my grandmother’s grandmother later settled with an other man, with whom she had six children and a long, if hard and at times both happy and sorrowful life. Of her six children she lost three in their late teens and early twenties (tuberculosis and heart failure),one son emigrated to America, and one daughter had two children out of wedlock, the other surviving son later became my grandmother’s father.

    You can still see the script inside the ring with names and date and I carry it almost every day. It’s filled with female superpower, of course, and a sense of ancestor lineage.

  3. Laurie – *lol* Great answer! That would be a super power–5-10 books a week. Also sounds like paradise. Thanks for playing along! :)

  4. Sara — Thank you for sharing! What an amazing story. I’m sure you treasure that ring, and make good use of the superpower that comes with it!

  5. Su says:

    Normally skipping a generation or two, different types of psychic skills are passed down the maternal line to the women in the family. Skills, weakened by time and new blood, but can still be linked to a Celtic heritage. Each person manifests a different skill, some more scarey than others, some that can be explained without fear, some that keeps the person to afraid to leave their home and some that are darn right unexplainable. All must never let others know as the secret is within the families, that is until now. Also a strange new occurrence has came to light, the men were beginning to show that the power was also being passed to them and it is no longer skipping generations. With these powers comes a knowledge of a time long ago, when magic was revered and part of society, it is time for the story to be told, for the family to longer be afraid…big changes are afoot…

  6. Su, what a cool story — thanks for playing along! I wish i could read what comes next. :D

  7. I have errands to run and edits to work on, but i’ll be back at about 5-6 Pacific Time to choose winners. Everyone enjoy your Saturday! :)

  8. Trix says:

    The old Saturday Night Live “trivial psychic” skit resonates with me, because I kind of have that. (I’ll think about a song or episode of TV, and it’ll come on a few days later, things like that.) I’m not sure where it came from, though my mom kind of devours pop culture too and has similar abilities…

  9. Hi Trix! Thanks for dropping in–you just made it! :) That’s a cool superpower you have, too bad it doesn’t work with lottery numbers too. ;)

    Since four of you entered and my backlist = six books, everybody wins! I’ll let Dreamspinner know and you should see the books on your shelves within the next few days. Thank you all for coming and for playing along–and thanks to all the lurkers too.

    Everyone have a lovely weekend!

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