This week saw the release of Devotion, (see pages) a pet project which I’ve been pondering for years. I’ve been asked so much about this book as it’s aroused quite a stir. One of the primary questions being why do I write so much gay and lesbian literature? I have no answer to this except to say it’s a genre I love. Of course being a writer I love everything I write. Starting off as a romance writer I naturally gravitated towards a field I enjoyed though and that was hot romance and erotica.
I think my forays into gay literature come from my broad outlook. I’ve always loved the human race in all their different facets and one of my big things has been the exploring of human emotions on all levels. I’m often accused of being deep, not a bad thing I suppose, but it has wreaked a trail of destruction…depth and sensitivity making me question things so much and often leading to a fraught love life (he he). Anyway I digress…
Yes, I have had and do have a great many gay friends and friends from all walks of life. Being born into a deeply religious family, I guess gave me an early rebellious streak, then university honed it….where I got a bit millitant and delved into everything just because I wanted to buck the trend. People get jolly confused with me. Heavily involved in spiritual, metaphysical, arty and voluntary things, I look to all outward appearances very normal. Inside I’m a fulminating pot of conflicting ideas and emotions which are kept concealed and hidden out of the way.
My first gay story which I published under another pen name was a huge success. I was prompted to write it by a gay friend who was moaning about the lack of good alternative literature with a hot twist, so for a lark I wrote it and presented it to him. This story was fairly serious stuff. A lot of my more recent work is more lighthearted. Vilified for the shortness of my offerings I recently put pen to paper to rectify this and that is when I got Devotion out of a drawer and set to work on it.
Devotion is no ordinary gay romance. It is covert, mysterious (I do love a bit of magic and mystery. ) I don’t want to destroy the surprise. But Astor is a modern BDSM master with a difference and Tristan the hero, is a normal man looking for a life change. Drawn into the world of the French jeu, (a BDSM lifestyle game with a difference), Tristan soon finds himself challenged in more ways than one. Astor who is grand master of the jeu, a collapsing network of masters with their roots back in antiquity, has searched all his life for the perfect slave…a man to assume the mantle of grand master one day – and Tristan is it. Astor though is haunted by his one true deceased lover Vedic – the angel – a pious Russian boy with the gift of second sight. When Astor meets Tristan he is researching the historical roots of the jeu and its philosophy… the acquiring of sexual nirvana. Tristan gets swept along on the ride.
Devotion is not your normal book of sex scenes. It’s a romance about the deeper meaning of life and men finding themselves. It’s about Astor’s struggle to love again when all he is now intent on is physical pleasure…and it is about Tristan and how he can remain determined enough to break down Astor – the man he loves, and his defences – and eventually make him love him.
Interwoven with this are strands of the paranormal as the jeu is steeped in myth and magic. And we also have the lesbian strand. A sub thread of the book is Astor’s struggle to liberate his half sister Olivia from her domineering crook husband baby Joe.
First in the Perfect Slave trilogy I’ve had such a wonderful time with this book and am already hard at work on the sequel. As always I listened to my fans who wanted something longer and more meaty and I hope this delivers on all fronts. As always I’d love to hear your comments. Devotion is available now on all Amazon platforms, and receives mass publication mid December if you don’t have a kindle. Fancy a snippet read on…and enjoy and once again thanks to all of you who make this possible.
DEVOTION – EXCERPT
Tristan had been dozing, listening to the soothing chords of Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No 3, when he was jolted out of his reverie by Nicodemus shaking him by the arm and ripping the earpiece out of his ear.
‘Wake up, sleepyhead, we’ve arrived at the Palais.’
Tristan went to remove the blindfold.
‘No, not yet, you mustn’t see the front of the house, the Palais is unmistakable.’
Nicodemus took his arm, helping him out of the car, the gravelled forecourt crunching underfoot. Tristan could tell they weren’t in the centre of the city because he could hear the distant thunder of traffic some way away on the Boulevard Périphérique. Nicodemus guided him as he might lead a blind man, up the steps and into the echoing vestibule of the grand house. ‘I think we can remove that now, don’t you?’
‘Now please remove your shoes.’
Tristan noticed Nicodemus had already removed his own shoes and was pulling on a pair of tight-fitting house slippers which were kept on a rack at the side of the door. ‘These carpets are worth a small fortune. This is a house of luxury, Tristan. Mr Kopalski doesn’t allow any shoes. Even if a prince were to visit he’d have him abide by the same rules.’ Grinning, Nicodemus held up a pair of monogrammed slippers. ‘He had these made especially for you.’
Slipping off his own footwear, Tristan put on the slippers. They fitted perfectly and were sensually smooth. Now he had time to admire his surroundings, his mouth fell open in amazement. The shock to his system was immense; it was if he’d been catapulted into a surreal film set. The vestibule was
incredible, covered in black and white tiles. There were several rooms leading off to right and left, all of them with closed double doors. In front of him was an imposing white marble staircase, lined with niches full of busts of famous composers, and the walls were covered in fine oil paintings of imposing historical figures. Kopalskis down through history, he supposed; men in dress dating back to the 15th century, frilled shirts, gaiters, and frock coats, some of them standing with hunting dogs or birds of prey. He stood by one, noticing as he looked closer that most of the paintings had a small cicada painted either into the painting itself or as a monogram.
Nicodemus noticed him looking. ‘You’ll find Mr Kopalski’s a suspicious man, and believes heavily in symbology, as all his family did. Many years ago, one of his relatives brought a gold cicada back from the Holy Land, and it was always meant to have had some significance, quite what I don’t know. What I do know is, amongst other things, the cicada denotes reincarnation and metamorphosis. If you look closely you’ll see the paintings are rich in symbology; all the ciphers the artist included have a secret meaning.’
Published by Xcite Books Ltd – 2012
Copyright © Alcamia Payne 2012