Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Conning Colin Blog Tour


Blurb:
Hamilton Dillon is a high class Manhattan escort, polished, well dressed, and cultured. Colin O’Neill is recently divorced, questioning his sexuality, and disappointed by his first fumbling gay hookups. So he figures, why not hire the best of the best to show him the ropes?

What he doesn’t know is that Hamilton Dillon is really Henry Davis, yet another New Yorker living on the financial edge, cobbling together several jobs to make a living. “Hamilton” has one great suit he can wear on an overnight date, but Henry’s got a good friend at GQ who makes a nice side income renting designer men’s wear for weddings, job interviews, and oh yeah, high end escorts on long weekend assignments. The “top agency” that represents “Hamilton” is really just a smartass lady in India with a Skype account, whose face Henry’s never seen. Oh, and Henry’s also the gruff and very unpolished New York Straight Man “Dillinger,” a solo porn star.

In other words, he’s not at all who Colin thinks he is. Which is just fine, until their relationship gets… complicated.



Excerpt:
Colin O’Neill hung up the phone, dizzy with excitement and fear. He’d done it. He’d called the number, talked to the agency, and booked a “date” with Hamilton Dillon.

He’d looked at Hamilton’s Rentmen.com ad a hundred times, at least, over the last three months. He’d looked forward to new profile photos the way a kid keeps an ear cocked for the ice cream truck. Even though all the profile pictures had been beheaded for discretion, it didn’t matter. Hamilton Dillon had a way of posing that expressed more personality with his body than most other guys ever did with their faces.

The way he sat on a park bench in nothing but a pair of running shorts and Nikes, shirtless, manspread, his arms thrown over the back of the bench, his strong graceful neck taut, telling you that the face just out of frame was tilted up towards the Central Park sunshine, that the man was reveling in his easy beauty, the unique joy that comes from being young and hot and free in New York City…

Then the way he floated in the air in those same shorts and Nikes, leaping for a football, the camera capturing him from behind in the moment the ball touched his fingers, the imminence of his success apparent, ordained, the muscles in his back bunched, the mass of his shoulders gathered together, sweat flying off his brown hair, in the seconds before you knew he landed on the lawn, arms curled around the ball, surely to rise in triumph and be slapped on the back by all his equally hot and shirtless buddies…

The way he sat at a café table, in a slim fit navy blue polo shirt, one of his sculpted vascular arms holding open a well-worn copy of The Fortress of Solitude and the other just toying with a cup of espresso as if it was the back of another man’s hand…

Colin often did something that very few men did anymore, which was to masturbate furiously and successfully to a series of still photos. And with no penises in sight, to boot. He’d done it so often over the last three months that he’d stopped donating his old t-shirts, because he needed them for cleanup duty, at least until they became hopelessly stained.

He had been divorced for six months now, amicably, from a wife who’d pretty much always known he was gay but had decided to let him figure it out for himself. Elspeth was a career woman whose need for a husband was seasonal, from the company picnic in July to the company Christmas party in December, with various client dinners in between.

He was twenty seven years old, and had engaged in sexual intercourse with one woman and two men. Intercourse was pretty much the word for it, he thought. It sounded less like passion and more like, well, cars merging on the freeway, and all three partners had been just about that exciting. (Actually less so, since on the freeway there was always the thrilling risk of death at the hands of someone who’d rather kill you than let you merge.)

Then one night, half drunk and inhibitions lowered, he’d thought, Fuck it, let’s hire a professional and see how it feels when it’s done right.

He’d paged through the escort ads on Rentmen, hundreds of them in Manhattan alone. It was mind numbing, the diversity, and it was overwhelming, the number of choices. He knew he didn’t want to visit Master Bob in his safe and private play space, and he knew he didn’t want to party with Anaconda Joe. The ones who caught his eye were, well yeah, the ones who looked… classy. The one thing he knew he didn’t want was to get ripped off.

And he didn’t want it to feel... He didn’t want to feel like he’d got a burger in a fast food drive through. He wanted it to be special, if that was really possible with a paid companion and not just something that happened to teenage boys in Hollywood movies.

But even the upscale-looking ones, well, there was something about them that… He knew it was good business, to offer yourself up as “versatile,” and available for “mild to wild,” but… Well, the more he saw what he didn’t want, the more a picture began to form in his mind of what he did want. He didn’t want someone who looked like an investment banker but whose profile also said, “Hey I look classy but I can drop it if you just want a dirty pig fest and you’ve got the money for it.”

No. He wanted someone who was one thing. Who wasn’t whoever you wanted him to be. But who was what he said he was. Classy, for real. Not “up for anything.”

And then he found Harrison Dillon.

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Today we have an interview with Brad Vance, author of Conning Colin. So Brad, do you buy a book because of the cover, the blurb, or something else?
The blurb has a lot to do with it, but I count a lot on the reviews. I read a lot of nonfiction for research, and I’m always scanning the reviews for keywords. If they’re like “magisterial, scholarly, comprehensive,” it’s probably dry as dust. If they say “gripping, readable, compelling,” then I’m all over it. A great true story should read like a novel, in the hands of a good writer.


What does ‘romance’ mean to you?
I’m not a hearts and flowers guy. For me romance is two people who are suited to be friends, who’ve got enough in common, who’ve also got a powerful sexual attraction. Romance can be unconventional – I don’t know that I could easily live with another person, for instance. I might be happier if we maintained separate places and spent time together, and then I got my “alone time/creative time” whenever I needed it. I think a really strong couple complements each other – maybe outgoing where I’m not, to draw me out a little, or optimistic where I’m a bit pessimistic, etc.


What are your current projects?
Right now I’m working on an untitled novel for August release. It’s about a shy film historian who has to team up with a young bad boy writer-actor-director to find a lost gay movie from the 30s, made in secret by all the gay and lesbian creative and technical people in the movie industry, right under the nose of the arch-conservative studio heads like Louis B. Mayer and Harry Cohn. I get to indulge my obsession with old Hollywood, and the lives of gays and lesbians in that era, and I get to write a thriller, and a romcom, all in one package. I’m pretty much done with angst novels now – I think the world give us enough angst since January that we don’t need any more in fiction… I know I don’t!



What is the most difficult part of writing for you?
Well, now that I have a publisher, it’s making deadlines! I’ve always had the leisure to take my time with books before. I’m a fast writer, but I’m also a worrier, and I’d much rather be ahead of schedule than behind. I love the writing, I love the research, and I especially love that opening phase when the ideas just stream out of me and the world starts building itself.


Tell us something about yourself that would surprise people.
I recently fell in love with acting, and I’m not too bad at it. I started taking classes to improve my audiobook skills (and to get out of the house, which as a self employed person doesn’t happen by itself). I’m a bit too old to play the ingenue, but who knows, there may be a place for me as a character actor! I realized in these classes that I want to be a screenwriter, and a filmmaker, and an actor, and that all these things are within reach for me now.


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Author Bio:
Brad Vance writes romance stories and novels, including the breakout hits "A Little Too Broken" and "Given the Circumstances." Keep up with Brad at BradVanceAuthor.com, email him at BradVanceAuthor@gmail.com, and friend him on Facebook at facebook.com/brad.vance.10.

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