We ask: What’s your “gotta do it” hobby?
It has to be fandom. I’d originally intended to write about the joys of visiting aviation museums or finding ways to persuade the under-gardener (my Labrador) that he’s not actually helping when he digs up young plants and tramples on the strawberries. When I thought about the “gotta do it” element, though, I realised that the hobby that gets me most excited is talking to fellow fans of books, television shows and films.
I’ve been to a convention or two in my time. I have a few photos of me grinning my head off beside various good-looking actors, but while those are fun reminders, they’re not what the conventions are about for me. They’re about meeting people who share the same enthusiasm. They’re about spending the early hours of the morning fervently analysing fictional characters, usually in the bar. They’re about the fact nobody walking past so much as blinks at a lively discussion about whether sex on a puddlejumper control panel would short out the circuits.
One of the reasons these gatherings are so much fun is that the people there share the same reference points and vocabulary. It’s easy to fall into conversation with a complete stranger and five hours later still be locked in enthusiastic debate. And I like being among people where the pewter dalek and ‘67 Chevy Impala on my keychain are not only allowed but expected. I like not being the only geek in the room. 🙂
And then there are the wonderful, lasting friendships that have formed over the years, transcending whatever show first brought us together. Because of those friendships and because of fandom, I’ve had some fabulous holidays. Visits to places I’d always meant to get to become more urgent when a convention is announced, and so I finally got to see Vancouver, Philadelphia, Rome, and Birmingham airport—wait, one of those is not quite like the others.
So my secret is out: I’m a bit of a geek. And that, I think, is why Sam in Blowing Off Steam spoke so directly to me. I may not share his love of trains, but I do understand his delight in them and the enthusiasm that takes him trainspotting every opportunity he gets.
Two guys, a train, and lots of steam.
Sam Chancellor has been in love with the steam engine Old Bess since he was six years old. Well, maybe not literally, but even when he’s lost everything else in his life, he’s always had her. But now her place in his heart has been unexpectedly challenged. Her new driver, Ryan Saunders, is the embodiment of all Sam’s fantasies.
Ryan has written off Sam as just another geeky trainspotter—until the moment Ryan sees him without his usual shapeless hoodie and realizes that, for a nerd, Sam’s pretty built.
When Ryan overlooks Sam’s awkwardness long enough to suggest a hook-up, Sam seizes the opportunity—and Ryan—with both very eager hands. Finding common ground in their shared love of Bess, their time together is better than Sam ever dared dream.
But there’s a reason Ryan never talks about his past. And when Ryan’s job is threatened, Sam’s well-meaning intervention puts both Ryan and Bess in deadly danger.
Warning: Contains train geekery, bed-hogging, a hero with no experience and another with plenty to spare, and a spider called Mabel.
Pages or Words: 66,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, M/M Romance
Blowing Off Steam by Joy Lynn Fielding
“You’re kind of built for a nerd, aren’t you?” Ryan said. “I guess trainspotting’s a more active hobby than I’d thought.”
Sam should have walked away because this guy was insufferable. Except there was humour gleaming in those eyes as well as something else. Something that if he wasn’t entirely losing his mind was actual, sexual interest.
In him, Sam Chancellor.
“It’s all that running alongside the engines to get the numbers down,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.
To his amazement, Ryan laughed. A true laugh that caused his eyes to crinkle at the corners. It made him even more gorgeous than he already was.
“Ryan Saunders,” he said. “I drive old Bessie.”
“Bessie?” Sam was horrified at the heresy. “She’s Bess. She’s always been Bess.”
“Given I’m the one whose hands have been over every inch of her, I guess she’s allowing me intimacies the general public doesn’t get,” Ryan said.
The low seductive voice and the thought of Ryan’s hands stroking over him the way they did over Bess meant Sam was getting hard. He clutched his satchel in front of him like some sort of shield, except that wasn’t helping at all because it was pressed against his dick and, God above, he was about to get a hard-on, here and now, right in front of Ryan Saunders.
“You haven’t told me your name,” Ryan said.
“Sam,” he choked out. “Sam Chancellor, and I have to go.”
He put his head down and fled.
Joy Lynn Fielding lives in a small English market town, where she indulges her passions for vintage aircraft, horse-riding and gardening (though not all at the same time).
Joy has a tendency to wax lyrical about the fascinating facts she discovers during her research for books. Thankfully she has a very patient Labrador who has a gift for looking interested in what she’s saying while he waits for the food to arrive.
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Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Cover Artist: Syneca