Hey everyone…give a warm welcome to my lickable Remmy Duchene…
So Havan Fellows has graciously offered to kidnap me for the day, with handcuffs and I—wait....what? *blinks* okay, that didn’t sound right.
It sounded purrrr-fect to me *bats lashes*
She asked me to visit to talk about my newest release LOVE ME HARDER –
Love anything that demands harder…
– hey get your mind out o the gutter. So as I sit here waiting for it to be 4pm in Istanbul so I can have yet another interview to get a job to teach English abroad, I decided to start this blog post.
First, let me introduce myself. My name is Remmy Duchene, or as Havan started calling me, Remzie or the Internet Wifey (grins).
Among other naughtier things *waggles brows*
I write predominantly interracial manlove and have been doing that for quite a few years now. I was born in Jamaica but now call the cold, white—did I mention cold?—north of Canada home now. Yes, trust me, I know it was a strange move but when you get adopted by someone who lives in Canada, you don’t really have a choice but to move to the cold, white, did I mention cold—north of Canada.
What can I say about LOVE ME HARDER? Well, I know those of you who have been following me since my first short with that place that must not be named, know that I write multicultural tales. LOVE ME HARDER is my first time writing a non-interracial story. I adore writing IR MM (and will never stop as long as I’m writing) but recently I began to notice there was a lack of African American relationships in the MM genre—well, there are some but not enough. Besides, when Asher and Mathew started screaming at me, they were both African American so I thought, HA! You two, together—score!
The story is about Asher Mulgrew who is a highly successful divorce lawyer and Mathew who works two jobs to make ends meet as a janitor and a bartender at a bar call the Wilted Flower. He has a past that he can’t quite figure out and a thing about getting into real relationships because he doesn’t think he has much to offer.
This story is a little low on angst—I wanted to make it a stress free, sexy read that you can enjoy after a long day at work, or busing the kids around and all you wanna do is just relax and breathe. Or if you are one of those people who drop the kids off at football practise then stay in the van to read (Lady E I’m looking at you) then this is quite the offering for that.
I truly enjoyed writing this story. It gave me the breather I needed when my world started to go a bit wonky. I loved these two men because they wear their hearts on their sleeves, a few times a little too much, but what you see is generally what you get. Asher pushing to find the love of his life and fighting the fact that he’s so much older than Mathew while Mathew fights his attraction to Asher because Mathew doesn’t think he’s worth fighting for.
I really do hope you take a break and pick up Lover Me Harder. It was a labour of love and I hope you enjoy it.
Now....who has the keys to these handcuffs?
*sings* I’ll never tell…
Life hasn’t been perfect for Mathew Chance. With not knowing who his parents are, and being bounced from foster home to foster home, he’s had to work for everything in his life. But lately, he seems to be overdoing it. With two jobs that barely give him time to breath, love is the last thing on his mind. But the fates seem to be conspiring against him again and push Asher Mulgrew right into his path.
Wealthy divorce lawyer Asher Mulgrew has it all worked out. From a successful practice to a supportive sister and a fantastic niece, life is good. But he’s lonely. Though he’s not actively searching for a man, he isn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth when he meets bartender, Mathew Chance. But Mathew has a wall built around his heart and Asher isn’t sure he can break through—or if he wants to
Find Love Me Harder here:
Asher stood by the glass of his down-town condo and sipped from a cup of tea. For as long as he’d been an adult, he could never get used to the smell or taste of coffee. The heated liquid made its way down his throat, warming his insides and preparing him for the day he knew would be ahead. He glanced over at the bedside table where his phone sat, dark and motionless. It was his day off, and he wasn’t about to answer any calls. He was going to spend the day to himself, doing what he wanted and to hell with everyone else.
That thought pulled a smile across his lips, and he walked from the bedroom and down to the second floor of his place. The kitchen was quiet, along with the rest of the penthouse suite—just the way he liked it. His daily life was noisy enough; the last thing he needed was to carry all that drama home. He set out the ingredients he needed to make an omelet before grabbing a bowl and fork. The phone on the kitchen counter rang. Asher jumped a foot in the air. He groaned and grabbed it.
“What’s up with your cell phone?” Greta asked. “I’ve been calling you all morning.”
“Sis, don’t be so dramatic. It’s only eleven. I turned it off because the office kept calling, and I got home late last night. What’s up?”
“Well, you missed breakfast this morning. Rachel wants to know when she’s going to see you, and to be quite honest, I’m wondering the same thing.”
Asher rubbed a hand over his face and took a breath. “Oh Jesus. I’m sorry. I forgot, and things just kind of got out of hand last night. Can I come by later today?”
“Don’t do me any favors, and besides today is a school day—Rachel has to be up early tomorrow.”
Asher muttered under his breath as he cracked a couple of eggs into the bowl. How could he have forgotten the breakfast he had set with his niece and sister? He sprinkled in some salt and ground pepper then added some milk.
“I tell you, man, you need to get laid,” Greta said. “I find when you haven’t been laid in a while, you forget things.”
“I don’t know how it is you weren’t born a man, because that’s your answer for everything.”
Greta laughed. “Well, darling, you know I was freaky.”
“Oh, come on, sis!” Asher set the frying pan on the stove and turned it on. “There are some things you really should keep to yourself.”
“Right—then what would make me fabulous?”
Asher looked up from the egg he’d been beating and shook his head. “Listen, can I pick Rachel up from school later?”
“Yeah. I want it to be a surprise. She’s out at three-forty-five, right?”
“Normally. Today is a shortened day. Apparently the teachers have some meeting with the Director, so they’re sending the kids home early. You’d be doing me a really big favor. She gets out at one.”
Asher tilted his head to glance at the clock. “That’s in an hour.”
“No. I’m going to take a shower and get dressed. I’ll see you later.”
Now do you see why my Remmykins is soooooo lickable? *winks* As always, thanks for stopping by. :)