Thursday, June 30, 2011

Guest Author: Clare London

Today I'd like to welcome a dear friend from across the pond :) with her newest release...

He loves me … he loves me not …
Eeny, meeny, miney, mo …

Would you trust finding your soulmate to Lady Luck?

My new novella JUST-YOU EYES released this month at Dreamspinner Press, and in it my hero goes speed dating. Now it’s not exactly his thing, as it’s a m/m romance – and in the quaint British town where he lives, they haven’t yet progressed so far as to offer gay Date Nights :). But Elliot is being a supportive sibling to his sister Effie after a bad break-up. He's just there to make up the numbers and have a chat with friends. Not to find love or even a casual partner. That's just the kind of guy he is...

Until Alexsy sits down opposite him and smiles. And there begins a night of adventure for Elliot - and maybe something precious for many more days ahead.

It reminds me of the pure luck that *is* involved in many of the great romances. How often do our heroes "bump into" someone who turns out to be The One? How often were they hostile to start with, then gradually come around to see the true character behind the bluster? How often do our heroines take a particular direction - just on that day, just along that street, just into that store - and meet the one who takes their breath away?

I met my own dear husband on a complete off-chance, when a mutual friend brought him to our local pub over a weekend. He lived on the opposite side of the country: we would never have met otherwise. Over thirty years later, he still rolls his eyes at the memory of me sitting on the jukebox in the pub with a bottle of beer in either hand (I was looking after one for a friend, honest!) and wondering what on earth possessed him to come and say hi :).

I hope readers enjoy Just-You Eyes. The title comes from Effie's description of how you can tell if a lover is really interested and caring - because they listen to and watch you with loving, "Just-You" eyes.
Aww... so let me ask again: would you trust finding your soulmate to Lady Luck?


BLURB: Elliot didn’t know that offering to help his sister get over her broken love affair would mean attending a speed-dating evening at the local hotel in their quaint English town. Obviously, as a gay man, he’s not the target group, and there’s nothing for him there except cheap wine and uncomfortable chairs. But when hotel manager Alexsy sits down opposite him and offers an evening of a very different kind than Elliot expected, Elliot’s tempted to try something for the very first time in his lifethe tantalizing adventure of a one-night stand.

EXCERPT: “So tell me about life in London. In the big, bad city.” My words were a little slurred. Maybe the brandy was having more effect than I thought. “You work hard, you said. I’m sure you play hard as well.”
Alexsy laughed.
“I’m sorry,” I said, irritated. “I know it’s not the most original conversational gambit.”
“Just ask me,” he said.
“Ask you what?”
“I don’t know!” He tilted his head to one side. “But I can see the questions in your eyes. You won’t offend me, Elliot. Ask what you like.”
“I suppose you’ve had plenty of….” I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t finish the question.
Alexsy laughed again. There was a teasing edge to his voice. “Boyfriends? Lovers? Sex?”
Please.” The tops of my cheeks flamed, I could feel them.
He just grinned. He seemed to have relaxed as well since he’d started drinking the brandy. “Your face! I’m not trying to embarrass you, Elliot, but are you so easily shocked?”
“No.” It felt more like confusion by now. “I’m just not used to talking about it so openly.” With a near stranger.
“I’ve had boyfriends, yes. Of course. And plenty of sex. Maybe a lot of what you would call one-night stands. They’re good for what they are. Fun, delightful and usually very brief. No strings, as they say.”
“How do you know it’ll be good?”
Alexsy frowned. “You manage your expectations.” His gaze met mine, eyes clear and suddenly very knowing. “It’s a risk but it’s an adventure too. And maybe it is an option when you’re not sure what you’re looking for.”
Was he talking about me?
He leaned forward even farther, and I watched as his hand slid down the inside of my arm and on to my chest. His palm rested against my nipple. I didn’t push him away. My heart started to beat so fiercely I expected his whole arm to shake with the vibration. “You should try it, Elliot,” he said, his voice low and slightly hoarse.
Was this a joke? What did he mean? “Maybe I should,” I said. I was ludicrously proud my voice didn’t break up. “Managing expectations, right?”
“Right.” He didn’t move his hand. In fact, he pressed farther, moving gently against my breast as if he was massaging me. The warmth of his palm was astonishing, even allowing for the fact I felt hot all over. I found myself leaning forward as well, my eyelids heavy with something more than the smoky seduction of the drink. Our faces were only a few inches apart. What was going to happen? Was it going to happen?
“May I give you an example?”
Example? “Whatever. I mean, yes. Go ahead.”
He drew in a soft breath, the sound like a further caress. “Look at us. We’re both free. We both have time. I’m sexually active and so are you. You like sex.”
I used to. I meant, “Yes, I do.”
“And you like me?”
“Yes.” God, yes. I’d have thought I was broadcasting it all through the room, though maybe he had no idea of my dry mouth and the urgent ache in my groin.
“You’d like to have sex with me?”
I thought for a second my heart had stopped with shock. It stuttered, and life went on regardless, but a thread of sudden, fierce bravery flared inside me. “Yes,” I said.
“So that’s how it would be,” he murmured back to me. “Just like that.”
Just like that.
His hand moved up from my chest, the fingers trailing until they rested against my jaw. “You have your own life. You’re cautious of more commitment. That’s understandable. And maybe you have Effie to think of, as well. Yet sometimes you need a f—” He was obviously about to say something blunt again, but maybe the shock of his last example still showed on my face, because he bit back the first choice of word. “Friend. Intimate friendship, in bed. Some uninhibited fun.”
“Uninhibited fun.” Repetition seemed a safe bet. I reached out and slid my hand around his waist. The fabric of his shirt creased under my fingers. I tried to imagine the delight of the taut skin underneath, the pulse of flesh against mine, the taste of another mouth, the touch of another body. It had been many months since Bernie left, but not so long I couldn’t remember how sex felt. It just all seemed very different, here with Alexsy.
He shifted on his chair, hitching himself nearer. “Elliot.”
“No strings, as they say,” I whispered.
“No, no strings.” He brushed his lips against my ear, barely touching. Somehow it was more exciting than if he really had kissed me.
Which I realized I wanted him to. Very much.

Clare London, Author
Writing… Man to Man 

My blog


  1. Yeah, sure, it was for a friend. ;-)

    Well, I met my ex (that says something maybe?) when I was completely drunk at a dance in university residence, wanted to dance and saw a guy in a white sweatshirt and grabbed him. He did not attend the university and had come with a friend who did. So I suppose it was fate. :-) It wasn't all bad, we were together 17 years and got an amazing kid out of the deal. So I suppose it's always fate, fate that someone knew someone who they happen to meet through a friend who worked for a guy who bought coffee at ...

    Would I be as nice as Elliot and go to a speed dating thing? No. Not even if I was straight and meeting potential partners. Not my thing. LOL Guess I'll wait for fate to have the hottie trip and fall in front of me on the street. It could happen!

  2. Clare, it sounds like a great book. I met my man in a bank. If he hadn't been a customer at the bank I worked at I wouldn't have met him. Fate definitely has a hand in relationships :)

    All the best with Just You Eyes.

  3. Tam - *heh* That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

    I know it's all fate, but I suppose I believe that old adage about the Lottery - you have to be in it to win it :).

    I've never been to speed dating myself, though friends have. I'm fascinated to find out what it's like! but I think Hubby might have something to say if I suggested it.

  4. Shelley - yours is a marvellous story too. At least you knew he was solvent LOL.

    Thanks for the kind wishes! I'm hopeful lots of readers enjoy the book.

  5. Beautiful cover, Clare. Congrats on the release.

  6. Thanks Janni! I love that cover - it's a perfect representation of the guys. And a more sentimentally romantic side of me ... :).

  7. Just-You Eyes sounds like a fun story, Clare. Congratulations. As for stumbling across your One True Love, I think the trick is recognizing him when you find him.

  8. Sounds like a great story, Clare! The cover is awesome, too. Congrats! I'm with Marcelle when she says the trick is realizing your true love when you see him!! :)

  9. Thanks Marcelle! But isn't that sometimes the problem? *Recognising* him LOL. Hubby is sweet enough to say that he KNEW, the minute he saw me. I expect I did too, but there were those two bottles of beer to be got through first, you know... :)

    Julie, thanks for the congrats. I think sometimes the fun is the *disguise* our One True Love wears in those early stages. It can be a challenge to spot the prince in among the frogs LOL.

  10. Luck definitely plays a role in many relationships. Book sounds great!

  11. Thanks Wynter! Thank goodness for luck for the sake of fiction, too :).