Liz Faraim: Stitches and Sepsis

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Liz Faraim is here today as part of her OWL blogtour for Stitches and Sepsis, the second in her brilliant Vivian Chastain series. Welcome back, Liz!

You can read her visit to talk about Canopy, the first in series here!

Liz Faraim

Howdy. My name is Liz Faraim. I am the author of the Vivian Chastain series. I thought I’d take a moment to answer some questions that I get asked a lot. Enjoy!

  • What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever done in the name of research?

While researching Stitches and Sepsis I had to do extensive research on how sepsis impacts the body and what types of medical intervention might happen while hospitalized with it. I spent many hours watching videos on how to insert and remove foley catheters, nasogastric feeding tubes, and IVs. Also, don’t do an internet search for images of septic wounds (or do?).

  • Have you ever taken a trip to research a story? Tell me about it.

Yes! I have hiked every single one of the trails that I write about, I have ridden my motorcycle on every one of the routes described in the series, and I have run every jogging route too. I like to write about places I can describe in detail, which is why Vivian stays mostly in northern California.

  • What do you do when you get writer’s block?

Writer’s block hits me every time I reach the midpoint and end of each manuscript. Breaking the writer’s block sometimes means taking a writing break for a few weeks to re-read familiar novels or just wallow in self-loathing before getting back to the keyboard.

  • Do you use a pseudonym? If so, why? If not, why not?

Yes, I use a pseudonym. I chose to do this because I work in a very conservative and heavily scrutinized field for my day job, and for me to feel truly free to write what I want to write, I need to do it under a different name.

  • If you could tell your younger writing self anything, what would it be?

Liz, just as you assumed, not everybody is going to like your work (including family). But do it anyway. You don’t have to please everyone. Write what you want, because someone out there will connect with it.

  • Do you ever base your characters on real people? If so, what are the pitfalls you’ve run into doing so?

Yes, I have based a few characters on people I have come into contact with over the years. The only pitfall I have run in to so far is that the person I based the character Bear on (who plays a much larger role in book three) passed away before my books were published. Bear was my best friend, and we used to do writing exercises where we’d each write an excerpt and pass the story back and forth, continually adding to it. I know she would be so proud of me for finally getting published. I just wish she had lived long enough to read about herself in my books.

  • How long on average does it take you to write a book?

It depends! Whatever project I happen to be working on during National Novel Writing Month gets wrapped up in about six to eight weeks. If I am writing any other time of the year it takes about six months. I balance a demanding day job and solo parenting, so I don’t have much time to dedicate solely to writing.

  • What do you do if you get a brilliant idea at a bad time?

This happens all the time! I have random notes stored in my phone, on sticky notes on my desk, and scribbled on note pads. One thing I have to get better about is giving more context when I make a note for myself, because the current sticky note on my desk just says “gloves,” “daffodils” and “foghorn.” I think I know what I was trying to say, but who knows!

Liz has a prize draw as part of the Stitches and Sepsis launch! Win a $20 giftcard!

Stitches and Sepsis
Cover, Stitches and Sepsis by Liz Faraim

Contemporary, thriller, ff, lesbian, polyamory, poly, Dom/sub relationship, multiple partners, ex-military, bartender, LGBTQ, queer, thriller, new release, announcement

Adrenaline addicted veteran, Vivian Chastain, confronts the man who has been following her for days, only to find he has a message of dire consequence for her. Spurred into action by his news, she barrels head on into a tumultuous and violent series of events. Stoic and stubborn, Vivian lands in the hospital, fighting for her life.

During Vivian’s lengthy recovery, her partner is released from jail and the two reconnect, stoking up the flames of their toxic union all while Vivian dives into a blossoming relationship with a new love interest who offers fulfillment and love, if only Vivian can figure out how to allow it all in.

Still on the mend, she learns that the coast is not clear as former threats return and continue to endanger her. While she cannot rest easy; friends, her work crew, and customers at the night club where she tends bar provide her with much needed fun, comradery, and support.

Vivian wrestles with her temper, her penchant for physical violence, and her overwhelming emotional baggage. Struggles from within and without threaten her existence, and in the moment when death is just a breath away, Vivian’s brother shows up and changes everything.

Warnings: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers, graphic violence, self-harm, references to PTSD, domestic abuse, animal abuse, homophobic slurs, sexual assault (reference to past), death of a secondary character

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Meet Liz

Liz has a full plate between balancing a day job, parenting, writing, and finding some semblance of a social life. In past lives she has been a soldier, a bartender, a shoe salesperson, an assistant museum curator, and even a driving instructor. She focuses her writing on strong, queer, female leads who don’t back down.

Liz transplanted to California from New York over thirty years ago, and now lives in the East Bay. She enjoys exploring nature with her wife and son.

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Banner. Stitches and Sepsis by Liz Faraim

Interview: Alison Lister

Let’s welcome Alison Lister to the blog today! Morning Alison! Can you tell us a bit about why you decided to come along?

I’ve just started off two new series’, with two different publishers. Stable Hand (The Braided Crop Ranch Series) came out in November from NineStar Press, and Various Persuasions (Persuasions Series) came out on March 23rd with Pride Publishing. Ponyboy, (The Braided Crop Ranch #2) is out April 12th. I’ve been a little busy.

What started you writing?

I have been writing since I was thirteen or fourteen. I received an honourable mention for a short play I wrote in high school for a playwriting contest and that made me think I might have some talent. I took a year-long, post-diploma program at the local college in Dramatic Scriptwriting which I thoroughly enjoyed. It wasn’t until I began to write erotic stories for publication that I realized there might be a market for my style and subject.

Where do you write?

I prefer to write in the living room of the small town-home I share with my husband and two kids. We don’t have the space for an office but the living room has half a wall of windows and a lovely view, and faces south-east. It’s pretty much a sun room in the morning and afternoon and I love it. I occasionally move up to the master bedroom or down to the finished basement, if someone wants to watch a loud TV show or a movie in the living room. I have a MacBook Air, so that helps me write wherever I can find some quiet. I prefer to write first thing in the morning. That’s when I am at my most productive. But I am able to write any time of day except at night.

What do you like to read?

I used to read a lot of classic literature – before I had kids and I had to time to get comfortable and wile away a few hours reading. Now I read mostly quick and hot romance novels, like the ones I write. My Kindle Fire is pretty full! I don’t like really dark or taboo stuff. I like to read and write low angst stories.

What are the three books you’d take to a desert island? Why would you choose them?

Middlemarch by George Eliot, Working Out the Kinks by Misha Horne, and Oliver and Jack in London Towne, by Christina E. Pilz (who writes as Jackie North, now). Middlemarch is dense and brilliant and really takes you to small-town England in the eighteen-hundreds. Oliver and Jack takes you to London in the same time period, and so many good things happen for Oliver and Jack who have been through so much by then. And Working Out the Kinks is such a hot, kinky story about two men who are meant to be together and bring out the best in each other, written in Ms. Horne’s signature style (that I love so much)!

Writing is an intrinsically solo occupation. Do you belong to any groups or associations, either online or in the ‘real’ world? How does that work for you?

I am pretty introverted, so I don’t belong to any groups in real life. I enjoy the groups I’m in on Facebook, where I can pop in and out as I please. I’ve met many great authors through these groups. We support and help each other.

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

I love to go for walks in nature, often on my own, but sometimes with my dog, Ollie. I like to watch movies. Lately, I’ve been watching my teens play through their favourite video games while I work on some knitting. Oh, knitting! I find it very meditative and relaxing. Interestingly, while watching my daughter play through Red Dead Redemption II, I was inspired to write my first queer historical erotic novel, 760 Miles, set in the Yukon in 1906. I’m editing the manuscript right now and hoping to submit it at the end of April for publication in 2022. It will be the first book in the Northern Horizons series.

Tell me a little bit about your most recent release. What gave you the idea for it? How long did it take to write? What did you enjoy about writing it? What did you hate?

Various Persuasions is a very meaningful story to me, because my protagonist is non-binary and choses to use male pronouns and is called Sir by the cis-male submissive they reluctantly take on at the beginning of the story. There is so much of myself in this character and it is true to something deep inside me. I’ve chosen to identify as non-binary now, since that is how I have felt my entire life. I often feel very, very masculine and I used to pretend that wasn’t the case. But I’m tired of pretending and I want to be free to be who I am. This story came very naturally to me and I wrote it quite quickly, then went back and thickened it up a bit, which is generally the way I write these days. Then Ponyboy, The Braided Crop Ranch #2, comes out April 12th. (Stable Hand is book #1). This series follows different men who find themselves at a kinky pony play ranch in the Muskokas, and lets the reader experience pony play from a few different perspectives.

Various Persuasions

A non-binary Dom. An eager young sub. Service, orgasm control, bondage. An initial encounter leads to a synchronous exploration of identity and intimacy.

Nic Walker is not your typical Dom—physically female but identifying as male. And Vincent Blake is not your typical twenty-four-year-old straight guy—seductively submissive with a penchant for lacy underwear.

When Nic’s Dominatrix friend Daphne encourages them to get together, she can only hope they recognize the compatibility of their desires and personalities.

Nic has been holing up alone in their townhouse for too long, getting over a bad ‘relationship’, and it’s time for them to start living again. When Nic meets Vincent, neither expects the tentative relationship to take off like a runaway train. But each layer of the attractive and seemingly vulnerable young man Nic exposes ignites their own desires and leads both on a path to revealing the most interesting parts of themselves.

Who knew piano practice could be a form of sexual service? Or that a pair of overpriced panties could inspire such devotion?

Through bondage, service, objectification and the purchase of large quantities of lacy unmentionables, as well as a few specific sex toys and devices, Nic explores how far Vincent will go to please them and how much of themself they will risk to have him. 

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Holly Day: A windy day

Let’s welcome Holly here today, to talk about her new release, Blown Away!

Hi! Thank you, Ally, for allowing me to drop by on this super windy day! Is it windy where you are? No? But today is Big Wind Day, it should be windy 😀

To celebrate Big Wind Day, I wrote a story called Blown Away. We should get better at celebrating things. Did you know that according to social psychology researchers, even small celebrations will help us build resilience against setbacks and bad experiences? It’s true, celebrating things make us more mindful and aware of the now which boosts our well-being.

Having something to look forward to makes us more optimistic, and positive emotions allow us to handle stress better. So celebrate your wins! Doesn’t matter if they are big or small. Make a thing of the little things. Eat cake, high-five your partner, make a toast, light a candle or say a prayer – do something to celebrate the moment.

I believe each day should be celebrated, so I’m writing stories about them. I wrote Hop Hop, Carrot Top for Kiss a Ginger Day (January 12), Be Still, My Heart for Valentine’s Day (February 14), There Will Be Aliens for Extraterrestrial Abductions Day (March 20), and now we’ve reached Big Wind Day.

I figured there had to be something good coming out of the terrible weather, so I wrote about a bird shifter who’s stranded since he can’t fly in the storm. He happens to be in a grumpy bear’s territory, and who doesn’t want to be saved by a bear? Even if it’s a hungry bear who’s far more interested in cakes than he is in birds.

The rain was like thumbtacks against Espen's skin, and he wanted to roar. If the hadn't been carrying a bird and a shoe, he could've changed into fur. Fucking wolves--and leopard. If they hadn't walked into his territory, he could've been at home.

Excerpt:

Espen took a deep, calming breath as he walked up the stairs to fetch some clothes. It was easier to breathe when he was away from the bird. He hadn’t known he was allergic. And shouldn’t his eyes itch if he was?

He grabbed a T-shirt, a hoodie, and glanced at a pair of jeans. They would be way too big. He grabbed a pair of pajama pants instead. As soon as he entered the living room again, his heart was beating like crazy. Frowning at the bird, he rubbed his chest. Was it an allergy?

“Here. I fear you’ll drown in them, but put them on and we can move you closer to the fireplace until you get warm.” His stomach grumbled. “Food.”

“What?”

“I need to eat. Hot dogs?”

The bird looked in his direction, but not exactly at him. Espen frowned. He had a candle. Was he still unable to see? He took a step forward and the man’s eyes snapped to his. That was better. He liked it when the man was looking at him.

“What’s with hot dogs?”

“We’ll cook them in the fire.” He gestured at the fireplace. “It’s fast and easy.”

“You want to… eat? Oh…” His gaze jumped between the fireplace and Espen. “What’s your name?”

“Espen Urso.”

The bird snorted. “Of course, it is.”

Espen frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s wrong with my name?”

“Nothing. It’s very… bear-ish.”

“Of course, it means bear.”

“It means Bear Bear.”

Heat climbed Espen’s cheeks. It was a ridiculous name, but many shifters named their children after the species they were. “What’s your name?”

“Arvid Rai.”

Espen frowned. Jay, he would’ve understood. Or Blue, Blue would’ve been a good name for him. “What does it mean?”

The chuckle, Espen would say it was self-conscious. “Arvid means free or eagle—” Ha! It was a bird name. Though the difference between a blue jay and an eagle was significant. “And Rai means storm.”

“Well, Mr. Eagle Storm, would you care to move closer to the fire?”

Seconds went by, Arvid’s gaze sliding up and then down his body, making Espen shiver. “You’re not gonna… attack me?”

Espen jerked. “Attack? You’re injured!” He gestured at his arm. It must hurt like hell. “And I’m hungry.” He turned toward the kitchen, needing some space. The poor thing thought Espen would chase him like the imbeciles in the forest had. Grumbling and growling, he dug around the dark freezer for some hot dogs. He had roasting sticks in the closet in the hallway.

Placing a plate with the hot dogs on the coffee table, he went to grab the roasting sticks. As he passed he noted that Arvid had put on his pajama pants. He grinned as warmth spread in his chest.

“I… eh… think I need some help with the shirt.” He flinched as he spoke.

“Sure. Let me grab…” He opened the closet and dug out the bag with his hiking stuff. With two roasting sticks in one hand, he walked the three steps, bringing him up to Arvid’s side.

Blown Away by Holly Day
Cover, Blown Away by Holly Day

Espen Urso would rather stay inside and enjoy a nice, sweet cake than be out in the worst storm of the year. But there’s a group of alpha shifters trespassing, and he needs to defend his territory and keep the people in his village safe. A group of wolf shifters he can scare off, but when he realizes they’ve hurt a defenseless little bird, he loses his patience.

Arvid Rai is having a bad day. He’s an omega on the run, with a group of alphas on his tail. If there hadn’t been a storm, he could have easily flown away before the stupid wolves got their hands on him, or the angry bear noticed he was in his territory. But there is a storm, and the idiot who grabbed him broke his wing, so now he can’t fly anywhere. Still, he deems it best to stay with the growly bear rather than having the other alphas fight over him.

Espen has never believed in the myth of omegas, and it isn’t until he takes Arvid in he realizes how much trouble he’ll be in when shifters from near and far learn he has one in his home. Will he be able to keep Arvid safe from other shifters? Is it even possible to defend his territory with an omega in it?

M/M Paranormal Romance: 13,628 words

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About Holly

According to Holly Day, no day should go by uncelebrated and all of them deserve a story. If she’ll have the time to write them remains to be seen. She lives in rural Sweden with a husband, four children, more pets than most, and wouldn’t last a day without coffee.

Holly gets up at the crack of dawn most days of the week to write gay romance stories. She believes in equality in fiction and in real life. Diversity matters. Representation matters. Visibility matters. We can change the world one story at the time.

Connect with Holly @ https://lnk.bio/xpae or visit her website @ hollydaywrites.wordpress.com

Ofelia Grand: The Egg Hunt

Happy Easter, everyone, and thank you Ally for letting me drop by. I’m in the middle of re-publishing a number of old stories. And two days ago, The Egg Hunt was released.

The Egg Hunt is an Easter story that takes place in Nortown. The thing with Nortown is that almost everyone there is a lumberjack. When I first started writing these stories, it was to make fun of all the clichés. Don’t get me wrong, I care for my characters and their hardships, but I played a lot on stereotypes.

The Egg Hunt was first released in 2016, and the M/M genre has developed since. There weren’t a lot of vampire daddies or Mpreg stories back then – they existed, but not to the extent they do now. And this was before the Amazon top lists were overflowing with the ‘I shagged my step daddy’ stories. And, to each their own, but I want to say thank heavens because I could never write those kinds of books. So instead, I wrote grumpy, toppy lumberjacks with ‘oh, so responsive’ bottoms.

Now, The Egg Hunt isn’t as stereotypical as the other stories taking place in Nortown, but it has the attributes. Tom is a closeted lumberjack, and Jason is a bartender from ‘the city’.

Jason is in Nortown to visit a friend, but their dogs fight, so he gets to stay with Tom instead. At first, Tom isn’t pleased, but soon he realises it’s quite nice to not have to spend the holiday on his own.

Do you have any special Easter traditions? When I was a kid, Mum always boiled a crazy number of eggs on the morning of Easter Eve – in Sweden you celebrate all holidays on the eve. On Christmas, we open the gifts on Christmas eve. Anyway, Mum made eggs, and the entire family gathered and painted them. Then we ate them.

I remember being a little sad when I had to destroy an egg I was especially pleased with.

Mum had also hidden carton eggs filled with candy all over the house. And she had, and still has, lots of small porcelain eggs she filled with sweets of different kinds. The entire Easter weekend, we were on a constant sugar high LOL.

In Nortown, the inhabitants of the town get together for an egg hunt in the forest.

Available now, The Egg Hunt. "What should I expect at this egg hunt? Tom gave him a quick glance. "You know how egg hunts work, right? We're here to help Jen prepare, hide eggs for people to find, and then in a couple of hours, everyone will show up. Kids, pets, adults--most of Nortown's population will stroll into the woods and search for eggs." Tom laughed.

Excerpt:

Jason hurried past Tom between the trees. Even though he’d helped hide the eggs, it was hard to find any now. He stopped by a fallen, moss-covered trunk, where he was almost certain he’d hidden three small chocolate eggs, but he couldn’t spot a single one. Someone might have made it there before him, he guessed, but he didn’t think so. Everyone had started at the same time.

He heard Tom snigger behind him.

“Did you take them?” Jason gave him a mock glare, which quickly morphed into a smile. It was almost as if he were being pulled towards him.

“I might have hidden them elsewhere, but then again, so might Jen.”

“You moved my eggs?”

“Of course! I couldn’t let you win.” Tom reached for him but stopped himself and stepped back. Jason fought a sigh. He wanted Tom to touch him. It was stupid, but he wanted to be close to Tom, wanted to smell him, to laugh with him.

“Oh, lookie here.” Tom stretched up between two branches and took down a real egg that had been coloured purple. “Now if you find one, we can have that egg tapping.”

Jason huffed and continued farther into the woods. He would find an egg, and he would win the egg-tapping thing. An unguarded feeling of freedom shot through him as he searched both on the ground and up in the trees for colourful eggs. He didn’t really care if he won—the insight should’ve been shocking; Jason always wanted to win. He still wanted to find an egg and play the stupid game with Tom, but only to see his warm eyes sparkle.

“A-ha! Got one!” He picked up a red egg and ran towards Tom. As he dashed between the tree trunks to where he’d last seen him, he almost ran into a little girl who was trying to reach a large plastic egg filled with sweets that hung too high in the tree for her. “Here you go, darling.” He took it down for her and hurried along. Where the fuck had Tom gone? He’d been right behind him mere minutes ago.

He could hear voices and laughter everywhere, but not Tom’s.

The Egg Hunt

Ofelia Grand, The Egg Hunt

Jason has one rule when it comes to holidays — work his shift behind the bar and then find a willing body to distract himself with. One night is long enough to satisfy his needs and still walk away with his heart intact. It has worked out fine for most of his adult life, but this Easter, he’s trying something new. He’s leaving the city to visit his friend Aiden, who recently moved in with his boyfriend in the middle of nowhere, but one unfortunate incident leaves Jason without a place to sleep.

Tom doesn’t just not do relationships, he rarely does hook-ups, either, and never too close to home. Living on his own without attachments is easier than having the whole town knowing about him. As the holiday approaches, his lonely house grows even quieter than normal — at least until his friend Tristan dumps an arrogant bartender in his lap.

As soon as Jason lays eyes on the gruff lumberjack whose home he’ll be sharing, he knows who’ll warm his bed for the weekend and help chase away any pending holiday gloom. Too bad Tom doesn’t want to get with the program. As much as he wants to let Jason close, he won’t risk outing himself for a weekend fling. Will Jason trust Tom not to break his heart if he stays longer than a couple of days? Will Tom value their relationship higher than the town gossip?

Contemporary M/M Romance: 34.031 words

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About Ofelia

Ofelia Gränd is Swedish, which often shines through in her stories. She likes to write about everyday people ending up in not-so-everyday situations, and hopefully also getting out of them. She writes romance, contemporary, paranormal, Sci-Fi and whatever else catches her fancy.

Her books are written for readers who want to take a break from their everyday life for an hour or two.

When Ofelia manages to tear herself from the screen and sneak away from her husband and children, she likes to take walks in the woods…if she’s lucky she finds her way back home again.

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interview: Chris Quinton

Today I’m happy to welcome Chris Quinton to the blog to answer my intrusive questions! Welcome Chris! It’s lovely to have you here. First question, as always, what persuaded you to come and visit?

Chris Quinton

Why? A combination of reasons – last year, my publisher started their close-down process, and the copyrights to eleven of my titles returned to me. Since then, after the inevitable procrastination, I have read them through, tweaked, edited, and made/bought/was gifted new covers for them all. They are now all released to the wild, spread wide across umpteen platforms. So, too, are all my other titles, which were previously only on Kindle Unlimited, and I’m hoping to spread the word.

Also, interviews are fun, and you’re a good friend that Lockdown has prevented us from meeting up for a coffee/tea and a chat.

What started you writing?

Good Grief, that’s so long ago I can’t remember when it started. I have a vague memory of telling my toys [dolls, racing cars, horses/ponies] stories – adventures we all went on. That sort of naturally segued into writing them. Then, at eleven, I went to South Wilts Grammar School for Girls, and discovered the Greek and Roman myths, and History, so they joined the story population. I was the archetypal Brit pre-teen: crazy about horses, ballet, and reading anything I could get my paws on, especially historicals and science-fiction. My parents, bless ‘em forever, gave me their library cards, so I had free rein in the adult sections as well as the children’s. By then, my English teacher would only mark the first two and half pages of my free-writing essays… What do you expect when you tell someone like me, “Write two and a half pages on the title, Sunrise.” She got about five pages on a Native American meeting a palomino pony for the first time.

Where do you write?

My desktop is in my bedroom, so mostly, I write there. Pre-Pandemic, and soon Post-Lockdown, I also write in a coffee shop. When I can travel to visit friends, I write during the train journeys, thanking the gods for iPads. No matter where I go, I always have a paper notepad and pens with me, as well as my iPad. I should add a qualifier to that – I try to write. The Dreaded Writer’s Block is only too real.

What do you like to read?

Most of my reading preferences have a mix of genres. I love science-fiction, fantasy, mysteries, historicals, contemporary, with or without some romance. I also read a lot of fanfics, currently I’m hooked on the Marvel Cinematic Universe fics…

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

I enjoy making lap quilts partly by machine, and doing the actual quilting by hand while listening to audio books, or podfics of my favourite MCU authors’ works. We have three dogs here at Chez Chris, and while I don’t help walk them – my Bloody Back won’t let me – they are great company. As soon as Lockdown ends, I’ll walk to the shops along the river most days, taking photos, keeping an eye on the River Mafia [the local swan family], and hoping to catch a glimpse of other wildlife. Otters have been seen occasionally, despite being in the middle of a [small] city.

Tell me a little bit about your most recent release. What gave you the idea for it? How long did it take to write? What did you enjoy about writing it? What did you hate?

All but one of my stories have been rereleases, and the only new title for ages is Duet. It was originally intended to be a Christmas novella, but… Procrastination… Writer’s Block… Anyhow, it took me way too long to finish it.

The idea was Christmas carols sung for charity at the annual Christmas market here in Salisbury, my home city, giving the family a chance at the big time via an impresario who was blown away by their talents, and how that would impact on their lives. But that got a little derailed by ghost music and an old harpsichord. I loved that the story let me use one of my favourite pieces of opera – usually, not at all my preferred thing. Also, I fell down the research rabbit hole hunting down harpsichords, their history, their makers, and their sounds. I hated that my writing had stalled completely before the ghost music theme hit me. Once it did, the story took off.

Duet is told from the point of view of John King, one of four brothers, and all the family are singers. John is a tenor, and he connects with Simon, a baritone, and they become close. He is fascinated by the story of an old harpsichord in Simon’s family, and by the melody he keeps catching on the edge of his hearing.

Duet

Cover, Duet by Chris Quinton

Once burned, twice shy, John hasn’t dared to act on his attraction to Simon, until the chance to sing a famous duet sets their friendship on fire.

The echo of a centuries-old love, unheard by most, brightens Simon’s life. Then John picks up the melody and finds the words to their song. When music decides to write a love song, it’s a duet…

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