Alex is on tour with Riptide for the release of her book Trowchester Blues. Check out her interview with one of the characters, Michael May and enter the giveaway for your chance to win a copy of the book.
Trowchester Blues by Alex Beecroft
Title: Trowchester Blues
Author: Alex Beecroft
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Release: 9th February 2015
Genre: M/M (mystery / thriller)
Michael May is losing it. Long ago, he joined the Metropolitan Police to escape his father’s tyranny and protect people like himself. Now his father is dead, and he’s been fired for punching a suspect. Afraid of his own rage, he returns to Trowchester—and to his childhood home, with all its old fears and memories. When he meets a charming, bohemian bookshop owner who seems to like him, he clings tight.
Fintan Hulme is an honest man now. Five years ago, he retired from his work as a high class London fence and opened a bookshop. Then an old client brings him a stolen book too precious to turn away, and suddenly he’s dealing with arson and kidnapping, to say nothing of all the lies he has to tell his friends. Falling in love with an ex-cop with anger management issues is the last thing he should be doing.
Finn thinks Michael is incredibly sexy. Michael knows Finn is the only thing that still makes him smile. But in a relationship where cops and robbers are natural enemies, that might not be enough to save them.
An Interview with Michael May
He was meant to come to the house, but he doesn't. I find him in his boat building shed, planning long smooth curls of wood shavings from the keel of a new narrowboat by the light of a Tilley-lamp. He gives me an amiable nod as I walk in, but looks down again in silence.
I'm already gathering that this is going to be another awkward interview. Finn was borderline aggressive. Michael is blanking me. I wonder what I've done.
Actually, it's pretty clear. He's a private man, and I've seen him naked. And drunk. And sobbing. I know what goes through his head when he's making love. Looked at like that, it's no wonder he'd rather not have to deal with me face to face.
“Hi,” I try, feeling self-conscious myself now. “I shouldn't have done this. I'm sorry.”
He's a solid, burly bloke. Not my type – but then he wasn't designed for me. But I am partial to his sweet smile. “You created my whole world. You probably get to make the rules.”
“But I don't want to make you uncomfortable,” I say. “It always seems like a good idea, this interviewing your own characters business, until you do it and you end up mired in existential problems. Are you even real? How can I be talking to you if you're not?” I can already feel this chat threatening to unravel the fabric of space and time and tip me into the notional void.
“Am I even real? Or since I'm being written by myself, am I in fact only a fictional version of myself inserted into this universe as a proxy, and therefore no more your creator than you are?”
Michael sets the plane down and dusts shavings off his hands before smacking white dust from his black trousers. He grins. “I see where Finn gets it.”
“His ability to blather. You want a cup of tea?”
Something's eased. I'm guessing he finds me amusing and has decided to take pity on me. If so, I'm very grateful. “I prefer coffee if you've got it.”
His grin widens an increment. He's thinking Do you know me at all? Of course I've got coffee, but he's not going to bother saying so because it's so very unnecessary, and he's a man of few words.
It's good coffee, out of a thermos. I suspect it may have been made by Aidan at Idris's tea shop. It's got that velvety fresh brewed bean taste without any of the burnt undertones you get from most of the cafes around here. We sit quietly to savour it, while the lambent gas of the tilley lamp hisses against its mantel.
“I'm sorry,” I say again, “I saddled you with a lot of baggage.”
He looks amused. “You also saddled me with Finn, so we can call it even.”
“He said a similar thing about you,” I admit, pleased, because they're such opposites, but at times they're so very in tune it even surprises me.
“Besides, it's not like baggage you don't understand. I felt... safe... in your hands.”
That's the sweetest thing one of my characters has ever said to me. It figures that it would be Michael who is such a scary guy that he doesn't need to pretend not to have a softer side.
“Thank you. I gave you a lot more than I had to handle, though.”
He smiles. “I'm tougher than you.”
Huh. Well, I can't really deny that.
“How do you put up with Finn bossing you around?” I ask, looking out on the swans swimming by on the canal at the bottom of the garden. I'm curious about this. I wrote the relationship but I'm not sure how much I understand it.
“I like it,” he says quietly, looking down at the blade and the tar stains in his hands. “He's clever and, uh, energetic, and I get tired, you know? I get angry, and when I'm angry I don't trust myself to know what to do. I trust him. It's just easier to let him decide.”
“It really doesn't annoy you?” I'm glad. I want him to be happy, and I like Finn, I know Finn loves him. Just, is that enough?
“I like it,” Michael repeats, with a simplicity that says that's all that needs to be said. “It makes me feel like I've finally got someone to look after me.”
I finish my coffee in a much better frame of mind. I don't know why I feel so protective of him, he's an ex-Metropolitan police officer and he's built like a tank. I just happen to know that inside he's something of a lost puppy.
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Alex Beecroft is an English author best known for historical fiction, notably Age of Sail, featuring gay characters and romantic storylines. Her novels and shorter works include paranormal, fantasy, and contemporary fiction.
Beecroft won Linden Bay Romance’s (nowSamhain Publishing) Starlight Writing Competition in 2007 with her first novel,Captain’s Surrender, making it her first published book. On the subject of writing gay romance, Beecroft has appeared in theCharleston City Paper, LA Weekly, the New Haven Advocate, theBaltimore City Paper, and The Other Paper.
She is represented by Louise Fury of the L. Perkins Literary Agency
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