I'm delighted to welcome Shiloh Saddler back to offer another #WriteTip. Before I take out my notebook, I should let you know that this prolific author has a brand new book out. Part of Decadent Publishing's Beyond Fairytales line, Bitten by Snake Oil promises to be a sizzling hot MM Romance. It's available now, and there's a juicy excerpt for you at the end of this post.
Is Your Point of View Working?
by Shiloh Saddler
I’d like to thank Tara for having me on her blog today. Bitten by Snake Oil, my Beyond Fairytales retelling of the Old Man Made Young Again, was released today. Have you heard of the story The Old Man Made Young Again? [Nope...not me.] I hadn’t when Decadent assigned me this story. I didn’t realize how many Grimm fairytales there were until I looked them up!
Bitten by Snake Oil was a challenge to write. The original story is far from romantic. It taught me many things one of which was how important the right point of view is for your story. I don’t know how many times I started writing Bitten by Snake Oil in third person. It is common for a romance to show both main characters in third person. However, it wasn’t working for me.
I could get inside my blacksmith’s head, Jed Riker, however the other man in my story Peter Saint was remaining silent. Being a medicine show salesman who dabbles in magic he didn’t want to give up his secrets. I finally relented and allowed him to remain in the shadows. As soon as I scrapped the draft and started in first person the story came together quickly. I realized that my blacksmith could carry the story all by himself.
Bitten by Snake Oil
by Shiloh Saddler
Since the death of his wife four years ago, blacksmith Jed Riker has been fighting his attraction to men. When sexy medicine-show man Peter Saint comes into Tumbleweed, Kansas, Jed buys his potion hoping for a cure, but receives vivid erotic dreams of the perfectly built salesman instead.
Jed’s uses all his strength and energy to fight the attraction in a town where the local preacher’s hellfire and damnation sermons promise repercussions if he dares to act on them. Can Peter Saint’s potions offer a solution and free the blacksmith to live and love as he wishes and not as his closed-minded neighbors demand?
My chest rose and fell as I let out a long sigh. I sank deeper into the mattress, and my white-knuckle grip on alertness slipped.
Slowly, I succumbed to slumber.
“Are you mad at me, Blacksmith?”
I rolled over and blinked. Mr. Saint sat next to me on the bed, not wearing a stitch of clothing.
My gaze dropped to his growing cock. I caught myself and forced my attention back to his face.
“Why would I be mad at you?” My voice wavered. I didn’t know what he expected me to say and felt somehow this was a test…maybe even a trap.
Mr. Saint scooted closer to me, and his hand trailed down my bare arm, igniting sparks under my skin. “You didn’t seem too friendly with me earlier.”
My stomach tightened. How friendly did he want me to be? Considering he was sitting on my bed, naked, I was guessing very friendly.
“Sorry, Peter,” I mumbled. I should order him to put his clothes back on and leave my room immediately, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I could gaze at his angelic form all night long.
Disgusted with myself, I rolled back onto my side and again faced the wall. Maybe he would get the hint and leave. I bit my lip and held my breath.
“You can make it up to me,” he whispered in my ear.
His hand traveled down my back and over the curve of my ass. He stopped, his palm firmly planted on my right cheek. “Let me inside you.”
About Shiloh Saddler
Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.