You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?
My hubby and is it cheating to say a satellite phone. Sure, we’d take a break from every day life and enjoy it, but after a week or say we could call for help J
Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?
I’ve never really watched musicals, so can’t really pick one.
Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scene using them: colony, sunglasses, thermometer
Damn it was hot. If the outside thermometer was to be believed, it was already in the nineties and it was barely nine o’clock in the morning. The heat wave we’d been having needed to end. Even more than that, the colony of ants that had built their home where my porch met the cement walkway needed to be exterminated. A bee buzzed next me. I whirled to get away from it and tripped over the edge of the porch, knocking my sunglasses off in the process and sending them careening to the cement.
What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
To me, a romantic time is when we’re out camping under a canopy of stars. Sitting around the campfire, the only light coming from the flames and the moon.
When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
It depends on the story. With “Wide Open Spaces” it all kind of came to me at the same time. Typically though I get the idea for the plot first and then I have to figure out the basics about my characters so that I can start.
Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
I don’t really watch a lot of horror, at least not enough that I could really have a favorite villain. And of the horror that I’ve watched, I can’t really even remember the villains that were in them.
Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
Not really. Sure, there’s people I’d like to have met, like Abraham Lincoln and others like him, but a crush, nope.
Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
Well, if the world isn’t ready for my upcoming stories, then I guess they’d better get ready, because I’ll be writing them anyway sJ
WIDE OPEN SPACES
States of Love - Wyoming
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Maria Fanning
Cover Artist: Maria Fanning
Length: 35,659 Words
Length: 35,659 Words
Devon fled Wyoming as soon as he turned eighteen, leaving behind his high school love, Levi. After six years in the big city, Devon returns to his hometown. Not much has changed, except that Levi is no longer in the closet. He’s also single and living his dream—managing the local wild horse population. Both of them are very interested in picking up where they left off, but Devon is no more ready to reveal his orientation than he was as a teenager.
No one is going to shove Levi back in the closet—not even Devon. For a relationship to work, they’ll have to put the past behind them and find the courage to face the future as who they really are—a couple in love. But Devon doesn’t know if he’s strong enough. Maybe Levi would be better off without him—and his hang-ups.
States of Love: Stories of romance that span every corner of the United States.
Devon sank down on his couch as exhaustion swamped him. Most of it was from moving in, but the change in elevation didn’t help. He’d gotten used to being closer to sea level, so going back to the dry air at over six thousand feet was going to take some getting used to.
Bloody noses had become the norm while he stayed with Blake. Devon didn’t want to deal with them repeatedly and considered getting a humidifier until he managed to acclimate.
He looked around his living room. Boxes were scattered everywhere, and he should be unpacking, but he was too tired. At least he hadn’t had to carry everything in himself. Blake, Travis, and Seth were waiting for him when he pulled into the apartment complex. They shrugged off his objections and insisted they had nothing better to do. Devon appreciated it, but he wasn’t comfortable around them anymore. He managed to be a proper host, but damn, he was glad they left after a couple beers each. They made noise about getting together again soon, but Devon had used getting settled in as an excuse to keep from committing to anything.
He stood and wandered into his small kitchen. He didn’t bother opening the fridge or any of the cupboards. He knew they were empty. His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn’t eaten for a while. Devon dug his keys out of his pocket and headed for the door. He’d get something to eat and then maybe stop at the store to pick up a few staples. Paper plates, sandwich fixings, some chips, and he’d be good for a couple of days. At least it would give him time to get a few things—like pots and pans—unpacked. Then he could do a full grocery shop.
An hour later he was comfortably full from a greasy burger, fries, and a shake. He’d never eaten a lot of fast food, but he had few other options. He headed to Walmart, determined to stick to his list of sandwich stuff and maybe some eggs. Surely he could dig out some pans before the food expired. He headed to the chips first and scanned for the familiar bag of Cheddar and Sour Cream Ruffles. They were his all-time favorite, though he also knew he’d want something else after a day or two. So he grabbed a couple of other bags and headed for the eggs and then the freezer aisle.
Sandwiches and chips would get old fast. He found some frozen breakfast sandwiches he could microwave, tossed them in the cart, and moved on. Frozen lasagna quickly joined the few other items in his cart, followed by some potpies, a few TV dinners, and a bag of chimichangas. So what if he wasn’t sticking to his mental list?
He was more focused on getting groceries for the next few days than on the people around him.
He froze when a familiar voice spoke his name. He closed his eyes briefly, ducked his head, and steeled himself. He knew it would happen eventually, when he found out Levi still lived there. He thought he’d have more time to prepare. He swallowed—hard—and turned to face the man who had at one time meant everything to him. The man he’d risked being found out for. He lifted his head and gazed into the moss-colored eyes.
About the Author
Renee Stevens first started writing in her teens but didn’t get serious about being an author until her mid-twenties. Since then she’s written a number of contemporary stories, as well as delved into the paranormal. When not writing, or spending time in the outdoors, Renee can usually be found working on GayAuthors.org in her capacity of Admin, Blog Coordinator, and Anthology Coordinator.
Renee resides in Wyoming with her wonderfully supportive husband and a menagerie of four-legged critters. Making the most of the nearly constant negative temperatures and mounds of snow, Renee spends much of the winter months in hibernation with her laptop, the voices in her head keeping her company while her husband works.
When she needs a break from writing, Renee takes to the sewing machine to design, and make, beautiful quilts. When the snow finally disappears, usually around May or June, Renee can be found in the great-outdoors. She spends her time on the mountain, at the lake, and just anywhere that she can do some camping, take some photos, and ride the four-wheelers with her hubby. Once back at home, it’s back to writing.
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