Matt Bomer on The New Normal; New Release: The Wall Street Shark; FREE Excerpt

As I posted earlier this month, actor Matt Bomer of “White Collar” fame and “Fifty Shades of Grey” is he gonna get the part of Christian fame, guest starred last night on TV’s “The New Normal.” And it was not only a great show, it added another layer of what I think is an important reality when it comes to gay relationships in a general sense. And I don’t like to generalize anything.

I know I’ve been back and forth about TNN. But I keep watching it and I haven’t formed a complete opinion yet, and I’m not sure I will. I ultimately decided to stop taking things so seriously, just watch a nice TV show with gay people, and take it for what it’s worth: entertainment. And sometimes that’s all it should be about.

On the other hand, I witness a lot of fresh boiling hells, so to speak, in publishing when it comes to gay men and gay relationships. I see some new authors who are so eager to promote and push absolute drek I’ve reached to point of total dismissal. In other words, if it looks like the author is full of shit, I don’t bother anymore. Thankfully, it all balances out and I see a lot of great authors who don’t do this with their LGBT books. Unfortunately, those great authors don’t get nearly as much publicity or attention for their great books as the fakers because they don’t know how to work the crowd as well with a great line of bullshit. It’s hard to watch sometimes on social media.

But I didn’t get that last night with TNN. The character Bomer plays is fairly typical of more than a few gay men I know. And I don’t mean stereotypical either. There’s a difference. He’s the ex-boyfriend of Monty, and he returns to Monty’s life after two years as a changed man. He’s tired of the way he’s been living and he wants to settle down and have kids. You can read more here.

I’d also like to add the use of parody was done well in the episode I saw last night. I would imagine a lot of straight people watching wouldn’t get the parody. I think you have to be gay, or very close to gay people, to understand it. From the jokes about adoption to the character of the doctor who is the saddest sack of gay flesh to hit a TV screen in years, it worked. Or course, as I said, the key word is parody, but I actually know someone just like the doctor…the perpetual middle aged gay man seeking love and never finding it. And the fact that they want to fix Bomer up with him isn’t all that unusual. One of the worst stereotypes I see in gay fiction these days has more to do with two ultra hot gay men falling in love than gay men with a few fundamental flaws. But that’s another post.

The sub-plot in last night’s show worked, too. I’m getting a little tired of the bully trope…gay or straight. I’ve seen it done so many times I don’t really pay that much attention to it anymore. I know bullying is wrong. I hate bullies and bullying. I don’t like bullies anymore than the next guy. But when it reaches the point of saturation, and those who start writing about it are only writing about it because it’s so popular, maybe it’s time to find another trope du jour. In any event, it was handled in a realistic way last night on TNN. I’ve been in the same position with nieces and nephews myself and I’ve given them all the wrong advice…in spite of my good intentions.

Someone told me that TNN has been canceled. I didn’t see that myself, so I’m not sure if it’s true. But after last night’s show, I hope they give it at least another season. I’d like to see where a new storyline with Bomer might go.

Release Day: The Wall Street Shark

Update: Purchase link at

This is the next book in the bad boy billionaire series I’ve been writing for Ravenous Romance. It was an eight book deal for me, and I’ve been loving every minute of writing about bad boys…rakes…that are as wicked as they are irresistible. This one is titled, “The Wall Street Shark,” and the one after that is, “The Vegas Shark.” What’s been happening with each book as I write it is that I’m finding different ways to balance out the good guy and the bad guy. It’s been a strange process for me, and it’s something that’s never happened before. As I move on to each new book in the series, I find the next character…who is totally different from the characters in previous books…moving forward and gaining a new insight about his circumstances and why he’s attracted to bad boys. I hope one day they release these books in a package just for this reason alone. I didn’t start out to do this intentionally, but that’s what’s been happening and I find it fascinating. Maybe it’s just my own self-actualization with regard to bad boys. I’ve always had a weakness for them and I’ve been able to relate to every character I’ve written so far who has been screwed over by a bad boy. And even while I’m writing it I’m loving the bad boy more than the nice guy.

In any event, I’m going to update with links to where “The Wall Street Shark” can be purchased. I’ve been told there’s technical difficulty with the web site and I don’t want to post any links now until I’m certain. But it will be released today, and I’ll post more in the future.

Free Unpublished, Raw Excerpt Before Edits:

“Did you see that girl?” Kenny asked Evan.

“No, who are you talking about? What girl?” Evan hadn’t been paying attention to anything except getting through the afternoon without going into a bar for a drink. It was Saturday afternoon, they’d gone out shopping because Kenny needed a new coat, and Evan hadn’t heard from Jeffery in two days. This wasn’t unusual, not completely. It happened sometimes when Jeffery was busy working on something important. Evan knew he was concentrating on the social media venture because the stock hadn’t been doing well since it had gone public.

Kenny grabbed his dad’s arm and pulled him closer so he could whisper. “There are a couple of people over there near the corner and one of the girls gave me a look. She’s like really hot, dad.”

When Evan turned to look, Kenny grabbed his arm and said, “Don’t be so obvious. I don’t want her to know I noticed.”

Evan smiled. “Okay, I won’t look. Let’s get something to eat. You must be starved.” They were standing outside a small restaurant in the West Village. Evan wasn’t hungry at all; he rarely ate lunch. But he knew his growing teenage son could eat two lunches a day and still be hungry.

When they entered the restaurant, the head waiter told them he’d have a table ready in a moment. On Saturday afternoons in the West Village, Evan knew they were lucky to get any table anywhere because there were so many tourists from New Jersey and Connecticut. He’d completely dismissed the girl Kenny had been talking about a minute earlier until Kenny grabbed is arm again and started to whisper.

“Don’t look, but they are coming in here,” Kenny said.

Evan remained still, terrified to move his head in any direction. “Who are you talking about now? Who’s coming in here?”

“The hot girl with the other two people,” Kenny said. “You have to do me a favor.”

Evan’s head went up. “What kind of favor?”

Kenny did not answer him. Before Evan had a chance to ask another question, the three people Kenny had been talking about stepped into the restaurant and stood behind them. Evan took a quick glance and saw a nice-looking young woman with long blond hair, another young woman with brown hair, and a tall young man wearing a brown leather sport jacket. He didn’t think any of them were all that special. And they looked overly prepped, trying hard to be cool, as if they’d just hopped off a bus from New Jersey.

While Kenny stood there sending furtive glances to the young blond woman, the head waiter returned and said, “We have your table.” Then looked over Kenny’s shoulder and spoke to the tall guy in the brown leather sport jacket standing behind Evan. “I’m afraid there won’t be any more tables for at least a half hour. We’re extremely busy today.”

Without missing a beat, Kenny interjected in a move that reminded Evan of Jeffery when he wanted something he thought was important. Kenny said, “How big is our table? Can you seat five there?”
Evan’s jaw fell. He had no idea what his son was doing.

The head waiter said, “I’m sure we can. No problem.”

Kenny turned to the young blond woman and said, “You’re welcome to join us. My brother and I don’t mind.”

Evan grabbed Kenny’s arm and squeezed it hard. He glared at him and said, “Your brother?”

The blond girl asked, “Are you sure there’s room?”

Kenny sent Evan a look and smiled at the blond girl. “Yeah, man. We have plenty of room.”

Evan rolled his eyes. He knew words like man and dude were interchangeable nowadays. It was evident that Kenny wanted Evan to pretend they were brothers so he could get to know the young blond woman. So Evan shrugged and said, “That’s fine. But we can’t stay long. We have that party to go to later tonight.” Although this was not something Evan would ever have thought of doing, he found it amusing to see how eager his son was to get to know this young woman. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to play along for a little while. He would simply sit quietly and observe the younger people.

The head waiter escorted them to the back of the small narrow restaurant. On the way, Evan leaned into Kenny and said, “I’m going to get even with you, you little shit.” He wasn’t really angry. Evan didn’t want to bruise his ego just when he was beginning to explore his own sexuality. They’d already had the dad/son talk about the facts of life and Evan knew Kenny wasn’t shy about anything. Even though Evan had explained there were benefits to abstaining from sex and waiting for the right person to come along, hoping his son wouldn’t start having sex too soon, he knew in reality not many young people paid attention to this advice. In fact, they’d been ignoring this same advice since the beginning of time.

Before they sat down, Kenny said, “I’m Kenny and this is my older brother, Evan.”

The blonde said, “I’m Candy.” She gestured to her two friends. “This is Lorraine and Grayson. We’re students at Fairleigh Dickinson University in New Jersey and we’re hanging out in the city for the day.”

Kenny flashed a huge smiled and squared his shoulders. “We go to NYU. We live downtown in Alphabet City.”

In a deadpan tone, Evan sighed and said, “I’m older than my brother. I’m in grad school.”

Before they sat down, Grayson stepped up to Evan and pulled out his chair. This set the tone for the duration of the meal and Evan had never been so uncomfortable in his life. He soon learned he wouldn’t be able to sit quietly and observe. While Candy and Kenny talked about school, Lorraine giggled and she tried to flirt with Kenny, too. Both young women seemed so interested in Kenny, and Kenny seemed so interested in them, everyone forgot about Grayson and Evan sitting at the back of the table. No one even heard Grayson lean over and ask, “How long have you been out? I just came out last year, dude.”

Evan gulped and said, “I’ve been out for a while.” On the one hand, he admired the way Grayson seemed to so comfortable talking about being openly gay, but on the other he felt creepy sitting there with a guy in his first year of college. But more than that, he wondered how Grayson had been able to tell he was gay. Most of the time no one knew, at least not at first. These younger kids nowadays seemed to have extra hidden radar or something.

Cover Preview: The Wall Street Shark

This is book two in the Bad Boy Billionaire series, “The Wall Street Shark.” All the books are stand alones and none have to be read in order. In this particular book, I touched on a few more serious topics like alcoholism and sex addiction. I didn’t get too heavy. The story revolves around a young gay man with a teenage son who has been through all the worst parts of alcoholism and we find him at a place where he’s ready to move forward with his life. Which is why he’s still separated from his husband, The Wall Street Shark.

Although he loves him more than anything in the world, he’s not sure he can ever change him. And I think that’s a crucial part of any romance with a rake or a bad boy. It mimics real life, too, in so many ways. I think a good part of why we’re all attracted to the “bad boys” is because we have this need to be the only ones who can change them. I know I’ve been there before.

More Male Full Frontal Nudity: "Shame" with Michael Fassbender

I swear I don’t go looking for these films, but I stumbled across the movie “Shame” last night, with Michael Fassbender, on one of the cable channels and found another male full frontal nude scene. And because male full frontal has always been so taboo I figured I’d post one more time about it.

The plot of “Shame” revolves around sex addiction, which I write about to a certain extent in my upcoming book “The Wall Street Shark.” But because I’ve also read there’s controversy about sex addiction I focused more on my character’s alcohol addiction and touched on the topic of sex addiction. And this is why I played it safe in my book:

 Sexologists have not reached any consensus regarding whether sexual addiction exists or, if it does, how to describe the phenomenon.

Frankly, after doing the research, I’m not sure I believe sex addiction exists either. But I know there are those who would disagree, and I’m not an expert on the topic and don’t claim to know any answers.

In any event, the main character in “Shame” is a sexual addict. And there are a few full frontal nude scenes with Michael Fassbender that I didn’t expect. I think those scenes were handled well with respect to the theme of the film, and also necessary in a film like this. But I’m not reviewing “Shame” here. I’m only reviewing Michael Fassbender’s full frontal scenes. And Fassbender gets five big gold stars for this one just on full frontal alone. He’s truly one of the more “gifted” actors in Hollywood in this department. In fact, it’s hard to forget these scenes long after you’ve seen them.

But the film is really very good, too, and I think highly underestimated. If there is such a thing as sex addiction, it’s handled in a professional, honest way in “Shame.” Here are some reviews about it, and I personally would recommend it even if Fassbender hadn’t done such an eloquent, artistic job letting it all hang out, so to speak. He’s not just a gifted man in the full frontal department, he’s also a gifted actor. And I haven’t seen anyone mention this in any other reviews anywhere.

As an added addition, actress Carey Mulligan stars as Fassbender’s unusual sister, and she gives one of the best musical performances of the song “New York, New York,” I’ve ever heard.

Billionaire Rakes: The Wall Street Shark

Although the next book, THE IVY LEAGUE RAKE, in the billionaire rake series I’ve been working on for Ravenous Romance has not been released yet, I’m finishing up edits on the next book and I wanted to post a preview of the plot summary and a short excerpt.

This title is THE WALL STREET SHARK, and this hasn’t even been submitted to the publisher yet, so it’s still in its rawest form. I’ve become fond of doing things like this before I submit a book to a publisher to see how the summary looks in print and whether or not I should tweak it a little.

Plot Summary:

After being released from a private rehabilitation clinic for the fourth time, Evan Littlefield is turning thirty and determined to stop drinking once and for all. He’s only interested in being the best dad he can be and getting back to the work he loves most.

But he knows this isn’t going to be easy. He’s also married to a ruthless Wall Street shark who insists they can only remain together if they have an open marriage and he’s allowed to have sex with other guys on the side. Evan agreed to this arrangement because the only thing he’s ever wanted was a good marriage and a happy family.

Although Evan’s always been determined to change his husband and turn him into a loving faithful man, he soon discovers he might not be strong enough to do that any longer. And in spite of how much he loves his bad boy billionaire husband, he knows he has to face reality if he’s going to remain sober for the rest of his life.

It all comes down to whether or not Evan’s husband loves him enough to change, and if there’s still time left for them to be the happily married monogamous couple Evan’s always wanted them to be.  
“I can’t help feeling as if this is my last chance,” Evan said. He was sitting opposite Dr. Lorne, a psychiatrist at the Havilland Recovery Cabin in north western New Jersey. It was the next to the last day of his fourth pass through a twenty-eight day program for sex and alcohol addiction. The sex addiction was questionable; the alcohol was not.
            “I’m not sure I understand what you mean by your last chance,” said Dr. Lorne. He sat at his desk in the usual position: leaning back in his chair, with his elbow on the blotter, tapping a ball point pen against his chin. He showed no emotion or any signs of bias. There were times when Evan felt like kicking him in the leg to see if he was still breathing.
            But Evan Littlefield had been through enough sessions like this to know Dr. Lorne wanted to draw out his feelings and emotions, without influencing him. This was the first time Evan had ever been this honest in all the times he’d been to rehab. He spoke with a smooth even tone, without much emotion. “I can’t keep doing this,” Evan said. “It’s become a way of life and I’m tired. It has to stick this time. I want to write again, I want to enjoy my kid while he’s still a kid, and I want my life back once and for all. And I’m going to get all this, and more, if it kills me this time. Because I’d rather be dead than go back to waking up drunk in the back of some strange guy’s pick-up truck, with my head between his legs and an empty bottle of vodka in my hand.”
            “Do you think you’re putting more pressure on yourself this time?” Dr. Lorne asked. Nothing Evan said ever seemed to shock him.
            “I love all bars, not just gay bars,” Evan said.  It was the first time he’d ever admitted this aloud to anyone. “I love bars where there are men drinking and looking for nothing but casual sex. I love that hungry look in their eyes and the way they smell and feel. I love the way they look at me. The first time I ever went into a bar I felt as if I’d gone home again. I’d never felt so comfortable in my life. All the stress and anxiety and problems in the world disappeared within those dark walls. And that was a straight bar. When I started going to gay bars and I realized the power I had over other men there, it felt as if I’d won the lottery and nothing was beyond my reach. Combine that feeling of elation with vodka and you get the most fantastic concoction the universe has ever known. But it’s gets tired after a while, and soon you begin to block out reality and nothing else matters but getting drunk and pleasing other men. It reaches the point where you can’t stop thinking about your next drink. And I just can’t do it anymore. I want to know what it’s like to walk past a bar and not feel as if I’m going to shatter into a million little pieces. I’m turning thirty years old soon and I know deep down that if I don’t get it right this time I might not get another chance.”
            “Does turning thirty bother you?”
            Evan shrugged and said, “It’s an interesting feeling. It’s like saying good-bye to a youth that I’m not sure I ever really had. I’ll be completely honest with you. What I’d love to do is celebrate turning thirty by taking on thirty rough football players in a locker room with thirty bottles of vodka. But I’m not going to do that anymore. I’ve been lucky in one respect, and I know it. I didn’t always have safe sex and I could be in a very different position right now. How I managed to dodge the HIV bullet I don’t know. How I managed to avoid herpes I don’t know. But I’m not taking any more chances, and turning thirty is just another fucking number. I’ll be spending this birthday with my son and friends.”