|Where the Lovelight Gleams|
Keira Andrews, welcome to Romance Lives Forever. Let's talk about your book, Where the Lovelight Gleams.
Genre: M/M contemporary holiday
Publisher: Loose Id
Cover artist: April Martinez
Length: 22,000 words
Heat rating: Explicit
Tagline: Can these
actors take their romance offscreen?
Blurb: This Christmas, actor Ryan Drake is pining. He may get to kiss gorgeous Cary Holloway on the set of their hit TV show,
but he knows it'll never happen in real life. Charming Cary–the son of Space
Academy Hollywood royalty–is straight, as evidenced by his starlet
girlfriend. But Christmas is a time for unexpected gifts, and Cary accepts Ryan's invitation to leave the palm
trees behind and spend the holiday with his family at their cabin in the Great White
Amid the snow and mistletoe, Ryan struggles to keep his longing under wraps. Little does he know,
wrestles with his own unspoken desires and his very identity. Surrounded by family
and holiday joy, their warm friendship deepens. Will these two co-stars have the
courage to brave Hollywood pressures and take their
romance offscreen–or will it be only in their dreams?
What are your main characters' names, ages, and occupations?
Ryan and Cary are both twenty-five-year-old actors. They are co-stars on a CW-esque sci-fi show called
. Space Academy
Chest heaving, Ryan slammed the door behind him and leaned against it. "I should've just kept my big mouth shut," he muttered. "He's never going to like me the way I like him. God, I'm such an idiot!"
Pounding footsteps preceded a forceful knock. Ryan waited, breath lodged in his throat.
Ryan ran a hand through his hair, then took a deep breath and blew it out. Trying to appear utterly calm, he twisted the doorknob and stepped aside as
"Didn't you hear me calling?"
Cary was slightly
breathless, his brow furrowed.
"No." Ryan tried to smile. "Sorry. Do you need something?"
Cary shook his head incredulously.
"What I need is for you to talk to me. I heard what you said to Dara."
Blood rushed to Ryan's cheeks, and he laughed, although it came out as more of a squeak. "Oh that? I was just kidding around."
Cary didn't sound convinced.
"So you're not in love with me?"
"I..." Ryan swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "It was a joke."
Cary stepped forward, backing
him up against the closed door.
Ryan jerked his head in a nod.
"That's too bad, because I've been in love with you for months."
Ryan's eyes widened. "But that's...impossible."
"Shut up and kiss me."
Cary closed the gap between them, taking Ryan's
face in his hands as he pressed their lips together. Their mouths opened as they
kissed passionately. Ryan's pulse raced, excitement skipping up his spine as he
yanked Cary against
him, their bodies--
The director nodded. "Good kiss. But give me a little more on the 'I heard what you said to Dara' line." She focused on Ryan. "You're playing it just right. Great trembling in your hands. Just need to get some more sweat on your brow. You're supposed to have just run from the air lock, and it's a big ship."
As the assistant director called for makeup to bring their spray bottle, the crew prepared for another take.
Cary grinned at Ryan, and dimples
appeared in his cheeks. "Sorry, think I slipped a little tongue in there."
Yes, you did, and God I want more. Ignoring the desire thrumming through his veins, Ryan waved it off. "That was a good take." It was their fourth, and he'd hoped it would get easier as the day went on. Instead his yearning for
increased each time their lips met. Despite the twenty-five bored crew members watching,
when Cary kissed
him, everything else faded away.
After fantasizing about being with
Cary for the past
year, Ryan had told himself that the reality--even if it was fictional and not real--would
be a huge disappointment. On-screen kissing was supposed to be awkward and uncomfortable
and epically unsexy. And in Ryan's experience it always had been.
He wasn't supposed to breathe in the citrus of
aftershave and feel desire coiling in his belly. He wasn't supposed to notice how
thick Cary's eyelashes
were, and how the gold in his eyes matched his hair. His knees weren't supposed
to go weak because Cary's
kisses were warm and wet and tasted like honey and promised so much more.
"Let's just hope the network censors don't look too closely. I swear, straight couples can practically get naked on screen, but gay characters..."
shook his head. "Drives me nuts. Hey, did you hear anything more from that
hate group who sent the nasty letters?"
"Nah. I think Tammy took care of making sure my mail is examined more closely. It's no big deal."
"What are you going to do? Beat them up?" Ryan secretly loved
protectiveness. He smiled and nudged Cary
with his elbow. "Besides, now that they're finally putting Steven and Kishi
together, you'll probably start getting your own hate mail."
"Yeah." Ryan stopped himself before his brain went too far down the "what if" road. "By the way, your scales are coming loose a bit on your neck."
"Crap. I keep sweating them off."
As the makeup team sprayed fake sweat onto Ryan's forehead and touched up the purple scales crawling up the side of
Cary's neck and across one
cheek, Ryan breathed deeply. He reminded himself that none of it was real. Cary's declaration of love
and his kiss that left Ryan buzzing--it was all for the cameras. Nothing more.
So he should stop remembering the press of
body and how his firm muscles had felt beneath Ryan's hands. Ryan was in good shape
himself, but he was positively ordinary next to Cary's golden handsomeness and toned, perfect
body. Not too bulky, but just right. As Cary
tipped his head to give the makeup artist better access to his neck, Ryan imagined
kissing him there, sucking on the tender skin and--
One of the show's publicists approached, her heels clacking across the spaceship set. "How are we today, gentlemen?"
Ryan smiled. "Hey, Tammy. We're good."
"Excellent. The reporter from Out and Proud will be here in an hour. He wanted to see the kiss filmed, but as you know we're keeping the set closed. If anyone leaks this kiss before the episode, I will eat their lungs for breakfast."
"Nope. Balls are for second breakfast." Tammy winked.
The director called out, "Places everyone."
Fake sweat artfully moistening his dark hair where it fell across his forehead, Ryan took his position to run into Steven's room once more. Part of him hoped the director would want dozens of takes, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep himself in check. He'd worn extra-tight briefs to keep from embarrassing himself, but his one-piece bodysuit costume didn't leave much to the imagination.
The second assistant cameraman clapped down the slate in front of the camera. "
two-twelve, scene nine, take five." Space Academy
Silence settled over the set, and the director yelled, "Action!"
As he ran and slammed the door once more, Ryan's heart pounded anew, and he couldn't help but look forward to
Cary's next kiss.
Copyright © Keira Andrews
What inspired you to write this book?
I've always loved the holidays and I thought it was high time I wrote a Christmas romance. I have fond memories of Christmases at my family's cottage on Georgian Bay in rural
and it was the perfect setting to convey the cozy warmth of the holiday. I've long
wanted to write about actors, and it was the perfect opportunity to juxtapose Hollywood with this peaceful
setting far away from the glitz. I love the snow and mistletoe, family and friends--and
of course food!
When you write, what things do you want close at hand? (Coffee, water, chocolate... pictures of gorgeous hunks for inspiration...?)
Water or Diet Coke if I need some caffeine. Also my white noise machine if my neighbour is belting out Britney, as she is wont to do from time to time. (I give her an A+ for effort, but it's not so fun to listen to!)
When you're not writing, what would we find you doing?
You'd find me catching up on my favourite TV shows and movies, at yoga class, or curled up with a good book.
Are you a plotter, or do you prefer to make it up on the spur of the moment?
I'm a mix of plotter and pantser. I always know where the story will end up, and I have a general idea of how to get there. But I need the characters to come to life and fill in the details and twists and turns.
What's your writing schedule like?
I aim for 3,000 words per day, five days a week. I get up by eight a.m. and work for a few hours before going to the gym for a class at noon. Then shower, lunch, and back to work until around seven p.m. Although sometimes I'll keep going if I'm on a roll! I usually work through the weekend so I can take some time off mid-week to run errands or perhaps sneak in a cheap Tuesday matinee.
What other jobs have you held besides writing?
I was a waitress from the end of high school through university and post-degree studies and travel. Until recently I worked as a marketing copywriter before becoming a full-time novelist.
Which of your books was the hardest to write and why?
Semper Fi, my upcoming WWII-era drama/romance. It's the most ambitious book I've written, and I did a lot of research on Marines in the Pacific and post-war life in
America. It's not
an easy era in which to set a realistic gay romance. Some people shy away from the
war, which I understand. But I loved writing it and I hope readers will respond
What are you currently reading for fun? Anything for research?
For fun I'm rereading K.A. Mitchell's An Improper Holiday (how I love an M/M historical at the holidays!). I'm also reading The Naked Truth About Self Publishing, which obviously isn't research for a particular book, but general career research.
Do you believe in luck?
Definitely. Some of the best things in life are due to sheer dumb luck! For example, I feel very fortunate to know some of my closest friends because we happened to like the same TV shows and started talking about them online in the same forum.
What kind of music do you listen to while driving? Same question when writing?
When driving I listen to pop music or Broadway show tunes. I generally never listen to music while writing since I find it distracting.
What's your favorite movie?
It's hard to choose, but I have to go with Strictly Ballroom. It makes me grin like a fool every time. A life lived in fear is a life half lived!
Are you the eldest, middle, baby, or only child?
I'm the baby and I have an older sister named Wendy. As a child I couldn't say her name and called her "Girl" for years, much to her chagrin!
Please complete the sentence
I love pizza with ham, bacon and pineapple.
I'm always ready for an HGTV marathon.
When I'm alone, I talk to myself an awful lot.
You'd never be able to tell, but I'm a geek. (Actually, I don't hide that well at all!)
If I had a halo it would be sparkly, of course.
If I could do a headstand in yoga I'd probably pass out in shock that I actually kept my balance. And you should never pass out while doing headstands!
I can never go bungee jumping because I'm too paranoid something will go wrong.
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