Thursday, August 06, 2015

Thursday Thoughts with Lane Hayes

Trying to describe an intense dream to another person is almost impossible.  No matter how descriptive your adjectives, something gets lost in translation.  I’ve had a couple of vivid dreams recently. The kind that unfold like scenes in a movie.  They didn’t necessarily make sense but they had a common thread.  I woke up feeling a thrill of sorts and anxious to share my nocturnal visions. But as I’ve experienced plenty of times in the past, it’s hard to find an appreciative audience.  Someone who gets the imagery as though they’ve experienced it too. 

For example, how many times have you said to a relative or partner “I dreamt about our house, but it wasn’t our house.  It was different.”?  All the time!  Or “I dreamt about Cousin Joe, but he didn’t look like himself. I just knew it was him”. Yep!  Sure, your family or significant other can meet you half way because they know how the house or Cousin Joe looks, but… that’s about it.  It’s a little deflating to recount a dream, no matter how awesome it was, because it isn’t a story. There is no rhyme or rhythm. It simply happens and you go along for the ride.  Sometimes, it’s easy to tell that events during the day have influenced dream content, but that isn’t always the case.  And isn’t that endlessly fascinating?  Perhaps, those rogue visions are the result of a buried memory or something we never really processed when it happened.

In The Right Time, Nate is a classic control freak slash overachiever who tends to use work as a means to keep from dealing with real life.  He has close friends but even those he loves the most, he keeps at arms length.  Alex isn’t easily ignored.  And when Nate moves next door to the vivacious ex-professional athlete, he finds he is not immune to the man’s considerable charms.  He can’t understand the attraction.  They have close to nothing in common and this attraction goes deeper than Nate is comfortable with at first.  It dares him to explore pieces of himself he’s hidden for years.  Like that rogue dream that comes at you unexpectedly and brings forth a flood of memories.  Not always good ones either. However, in Nate’s case, he finds that facing his fears is the key to future happiness.

Dreams are personal and most would agree interpretation is always subjective.  The human mind is complex. There is so much we don’t know and don’t have the brain power to discover yet.  So we guess.  Dreams aside, in every day life we can’t always be sure if we’re right or wrong.  There’s got to be room for error.  Even the smartest human makes mistakes. We have to rely on our intellect, intuition and a dose of luck.  Though as Nate found, timing can be equally important.  Sometimes the best things come along at exactly the right time.  

Thank you for having me at Cup O Porn today!

Happy Reading!

Lane Hayes xo

The Right Time

Workaholic Nate Erickson is a successful real estate developer who thrives on long hours and stress. When a Los Angeles project prompts him to relocate to Santa Monica, he welcomes the change of scenery. Nate has always considered romantic entanglements trouble, but his sexy next-door neighbor isn’t easy to ignore. Which makes no sense, because Nate is straight… or so he’s always thought.

Alex Reyes is a retired professional soccer player turned West Hollywood business owner with an insatiable lust for life. He loves his family, friends, and work. But there’s one life challenge left to accomplish: coming out publically. Respect for traditional Latino values has kept him in the closet, but Alex begins to think he and his new neighbor might help one another combat their fears. As Alex and Nate forge a strong friendship, they soon realize facing their personal demons will take more courage than either man bargained. The reward is immeasurable… if the timing is right.


I hadn’t worked out with a professional in years, and it felt foreign to wait for someone else’s direction. 
“Any issues with your shoulders or arms? Any injuries I should know about?” he asked, handing me the weights. 
“No, I’m good.” 
“Great. Start with your palms facing your thighs, lift them both over your chest, then lower the left. Good. And now the right.” 
He stood over me diligently, making slight corrections when needed. My supine position gave me an interesting perspective. When I looked up, I noted how his strong brow offset his twinkling eyes. I swallowed uncomfortably and turned my head, only to find myself staring at his crotch. His dark shorts seemed to hint they were covering a generous package. 
Holy fuck. 
“You doing okay?” 
“Uh yeah. Hey, weren’t you going to tell me about your Friday night?” I needed him to talk. I didn’t trust my thoughts anymore, and I was stuck in my current position crazily aware of a man in a way I hadn’t been in over fifteen fucking years. Diversion in any form was welcome. 
Alex snorted. “I already told you. I went dancing, and oh yeah, I did get lucky.” 
He added the last part with a hearty chuckle, no doubt catching my wide-eyed expression. I hadn’t expected that. 
“You asked.” 
“Right.” I did? The strong flash of jealousy took me by surprise, but I pressed on. “Did you go back to the beach to get those girls’ numbers last weekend?” 
He looked confused for a second, but a slow cocky grin soon spread across his handsome features as he crouched so his face was close to mine. 
“No, I told you they weren’t my type.” 
I gulped and watched his eyes lower to my throat. He licked his top lip and reached out to adjust my wrist. 
“Lift ’em both at the same time, Nate. That’s it. Push it. Harder.” 
I sent up a quick prayer I wasn’t sporting a tent in my shorts. Alex’s voice, touch, and yeah, the unintentional innuendos were making me nuts. And horny. I felt terribly out of my element. I wasn’t sure what we were talking about anymore, but the potent silence made me more uncomfortable than speech. Keep talking, I thought. 
“So a dance partner?” 
“What? Oh. Yeah, I think so. I can’t remember. It was just one of those things, you know? Sit up. Let’s give your arms a break.” 
“Just one of those things?” 
“Yeah. One night. No numbers exchanged. No hassle, no fuss.” 
I had no words. Literally. 
Alex chuckled gleefully as he led the way to a leg machine. He gave instructions and stood back to observe me for a moment. 
“It’s not necessarily my favorite kind of sex, but hey….” He shrugged his shoulders with his hands outstretched as if to say “what’s a guy to do?” 
I recognized this cue. It was my opportunity to commiserate about the trials and tribulations of being a single man with a healthy sexual appetite. Now was my chance to admit it was nice every once in a while to have sex of the nonsolo variety with someone who knew the score. But I was tongue-tied and equally aware of a completely different undercurrent. One I wasn’t brave enough to explore. 
“You can stop having fun at my expense any time.” 
Alex squeezed my shoulder and smirked playfully. “You’re easily rattled.” 
“How so?” 
“You seem like someone who has a place for everything and likes everything in its place. You have a routine, and you don’t appreciate any deviation. I should be flattered you came to the gym with me at the spur of the moment.” He paused, running his tongue over his plump bottom lip. “If you’re not careful, I’m gonna think you like me.” 
The air between us crackled. Alex leaned forward so his handsome face was mere inches from mine. His proximity alone seemed to issue a challenge. Daring me to confess I was more than I appeared to be. I doubt he expected any revelations, but his intent was certainly to… how had he put it, rattle me. And damn, it was working.



 The Right Time is available from:

Dreamspinner Press          Amazon          All Romance

Lane Hayes is grateful to finally be doing what she loves best. Writing full time! It’s no secret Lane loves a good romance novel. An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to a well-told love story with beautifully written characters. Lane discovered the M/M genre a few ago and was instantly hooked. Her first novel was a finalist in the 2013 Rainbow Awards and her third received an Honorable Mention in the 2014 Rainbow Awards. She loves travel, chocolate, and wine (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and the coolest yellow lab ever in an almost empty nest.

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1 comment:

  1. Looking forward to reading your newest release Lane. Congratulations on such a successful start to what I hope is a long and prolific writing career! I have loved both of your series so far and can't wait to read more.