Matt greatly admires Rose, the top male/male erotic writer in America. Just as Matt and rose start to develop genuine feelings for each other via frequent emails and online chats, Rose sells her latest book to a big Hollywood movie studio. Matt is as ecstatic as she is, but also increasingly shocked and bewildered by his developing feelings for this woman he has never met, because he is gay.
Rose too, has sexual fantasies about the hot new writer who writes for the same publishing company. Only problem is, Matt is gay, but then again, so is Rose whose real name is Thomas!
Sternly warned by her publisher not to reveal her true identity to the man she is falling hard and fast for, Rose and Matt both ponder what seems like an improbable romance...or is it true love?
Will their dreams be fulfilled or shattered when they finally meet at a romance writers' conference in Honolulu at the exotic, mysterious and utterly romantic BLACK POINT...
This book was formerly published and has been re-released.
“Can I come out now?”
“I thought you were out.” Sandra Evans chuckled.
“Very funny,” Thomas growled. “You know what I mean.”
“You’re a bestselling author, Tom. Why would you want to screw it all up?”
“Because I’m feeding a prejudice, helping to support the myth that men have no emotions.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. No one said men don’t have any emotions. They said men can’t write romance.”
“Yes, apparently all men are capable of writing is porn.”
His publisher laughed.
“It’s not funny.”
“Look, Thomas. Some people think that way, that’s all. ”
“That’s why writers like me should reveal themselves.”
“You into exhibitionism now? Hey, how about something like that in your next book? A male stripper who—”
“Sandra, focus. I’m dead serious about this. Why can’t I just come out and say my name is Thomas Carter?”
“Because your fans think you’re Rose Carter.”
“What in the hell difference does it make? My writing isn’t going to change.”
He could hear Sandra sigh on the other end of the phone. “Thomas, why this sudden interest in coming out as a man? Could it have something to do with Matt Malone?”
Matt Malone. Had it been that noticeable? “Well, he’s out, he’s a man and he’s a writer in the same genre as I am. He even declared that he was gay the other night on my Yahoo group.”
“My God, you’ve got a thing for Matt Malone!” She was howling with laughter.
“I do not.”
“You’re always flirting with him online. I’ve noticed that lately and he’s flirting back.”
“I do not flirt with Matt Malone. And Malone flirts with all the ladies. You’re losing focus again, Sandra. My point is, he’s a guy and he’s accepted in this genre.”
“Yes, but he only has two books out and you have over fifty. You started a few years back when all the writers were female, or at least, appeared to be. You’re a top selling author, Thomas. A veteran. He’s a virgin.”
“I bet he’s not a virgin,” Thomas murmured.
“You know what I mean. We can’t do anything to jeopardize your sales. I was talking to Matt the other day. He admires you.”
“Yeah? What did he say about me?”
“He said, 'It’s too bad Rose is female, she’d be perfect for me.'”
“That was low. He didn’t say that.”
Sandra was laughing again. “No, he didn’t say that. It’s a joke. He didn’t say anything about you being a woman.”
“Ahem, Sandra, I’m not a woman.”
“I know that. He said you were his mentor. One of the reasons he had the courage to write was because of you. Not to mention that he jerks off to your books.”
“I’m hanging up now.”
She laughed again.
“Maybe we can just tell Matt I’m a guy?”
“We don’t tell anyone. Matt could let it slip by accident. Now, get off this trip and get to work. I need those edits from you pronto.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ll have the edits.”
“And I expect you to be at the promo thing tonight. Your fans miss you.”
“I’ll be there. Haven’t I shown up to most of them?”
“Except when you have some boyfriend problem.”
“No worries. I’m temporarily boyfriendless, and you better hope I find a new one soon. My inspiration for those hot male-male sex scenes is quickly drying up.”
“Try the personals. Hire a male hooker.”
“I will, if it means you’ll give me three more books before the holidays.”
“Hang up, Rose.”
“Oh, I have another idea—pick up one of Matt’s books. You might find some inspiration there.”
“I’ve read both of them.”
“Pretty good, eh? You better go out to a gay bar, pick up some inspiration and then get your sweet ass back to the computer. And I’ve seen it. It’s very, very nice.”
“No, your ass.”
Thomas shook his head. “Good thing I love you.”
“I love you, too, Rosie girl. Now write.”
Thomas put down the phone.
Matt Malone was a brand new writer on the net. Sandra had accepted his first book two months ago. Since then, he had come out with a sequel, both complete with intriguing plots, gorgeous men and hotter than hot sex. Thomas had been intrigued by him almost immediately.
He was sociable, seemed anxious to get his name out there, and full of compliments for Thomas’ writing. Experiencing a dry spell both in and out of bed, Thomas took the time to read Matt’s work. He was impressed. His words jumped right out at him and held him captive, touching his very soul. It was as if Matt was speaking directly to him. Thomas took the time to drop him an email telling him how much he’d enjoyed the books. Matt wrote back almost immediately.