Today I have a guest, William Cooper, who is touring this week with his new release, Cabin Boys. I have read several of William's stories and had several questions which he graciously answered. Thanks for stopping by William!!
- I was looking through the books that I own that you wrote and I noticed they are all contemporary. Will you venture into fantasy/sci-fi or are you content to stay in contemporary?
I don't have any plans to branch out into sci-fi or fantasy right now. I enjoy writing realistic stories that could be taking place right now.
- I personally have read every brocest/twincest story out there and I have to say all of them have been short stories or novellas. Have you thought about tackling a project for a full novel?
With brocest/twincest, the main focus is almost always on the relationship. It's very hard to write a full length novel with the sole focus being on the relationship. If you look at the most popular romance novels, they all have some kind of side plot that accounts for half of the book. I may try writing a full length novel in the future though.
- What was your first brocest/twincest story, did it inspire you, and why?
The first brocest/twincest stories I read were short ones on Nifty.org back when I was in high school. A few years later I read "Torn" by Sage Whistler and realized you can actually write these stories and have people buy them. It was right around that time I wrote my first twincest book, Texan Summer.
- Do you prefer to write in first person or third person POV? Where do you find inspiration, song, picture, people watching?
I much prefer first person. Even when I try writing third person, I'll find myself slipping back into first person if I don't pay close attention. I find inspiration all over the place, but mostly from pictures or videos. For His Love was written based on a picture prompt from the Goodreads group; same with Christmas Gifts. Brothers with Benefits was based on cam videos from sites like Omegle and Chatroulette.
- Do you plot and outline or do you just sit down and write.
Most of the time I just sit down and write. I've started to do more and more plotting, but more often than not, a scene comes to me and I just start writing it out. Once I've written that scene, I'll usually stop and do at least some basic plotting before moving on.
- What do you agonize over most when writing a story and has it ever stopped you from completing the story?
The sex. It takes me ages to write out a sex scene and edit it. I spend ages chatting with my beta readers trying to get sex scenes as good as I can get them. I try to inject emotions and use the senses when I'm writing the scenes instead of having a "laundry list" of actions, though it doesn't always work out as well as I'd like it to. I haven't stopped writing a story because of it. I've abandoned plenty of stories, but never because I couldn't get the sex right.
Thanks for hosting me!
Aaron has been in love with his brother for years. Unfortunately for Aaron, those feelings haven't been mutual. Elliot loves his brother, sure, but he's not in love with Aaron. After a drunken night up at their parents' cabin in the woods, could things finally be going Aaron's way?
Buy Link:Stiff Rain Press
Cabin Boys Excerpt
Elliot sent shivers through my body as he ran his tongue along my shaft. Arching my back, hips driving up to give him better access, I wished he’d stop teasing me. God, just suck it already. He opted for mercy and worked his magic by taking my cock into his hot mouth. Heart slamming against my ribs, I thought maybe his mouth might be what heaven feels like—sexual redemption to be found sliding my cock between his full, red lips.
With each rise and fall of Elliot’s head, I got closer to coming. The weight of the impending orgasm, the pressure in my balls drove me insane. I wanted him to take my cum, wanted him to swallow every last drop. Then I wanted to push him down onto the bed and suck his cock dry. I could almost hear his moans as he fisted my hair.
Just as I was about to come, I heard my bedroom door open and it jarred me out of my fantasy. I opened my eyes and yanked my blanket over my lower half as Elliot sauntered in. Even though it was pretty obvious what I’d been doing, I still didn’t need him to see for himself. The heat rising in my cheeks assured me they were bright red as I faced him down. It didn’t help that he was the object of my fantasy.
Elliot stood in the doorway, a slight grin on his face. He wore only a pair of basketball shorts. It was obvious he’d been working out in the basement again. Droplets of sweat slid down his body, moving along the curves of his chest and abs. I loved that the only hair he had on his chest was the little trail leading from his belly button to beneath his shorts. Elliot’s grin solidified my assumption that he knew I was jerking off.
Even though I was twenty-one, I felt like a teenager again. I couldn’t wait until I was out of the house and had my own place. I had hoped for some privacy by now, but Elliot had decided to live with our parents until he finished his MBA. He claimed it was far less expensive than on-campus housing or an apartment.
My gaze roamed over his body, from the contours of his shoulder, down his pecs and abs, to the small trail of hair that lead to the prize inside his shorts. Stop that! I chastised myself. I couldn’t let Elliot notice me ogling him, much less figure out he’d just interrupted a fantasy involving him. He was my brother, after all, and I can’t imagine he’d be pleased with it.
“You got any plans for the weekend?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes. The fucker could’ve at least said hello or apologized for not knocking when he came in. He reinforced my belief that I’d gotten all the manners from our genetic pool, and they’d drifted right past him. Elliot never was one to beat around the bush. “Nope, why?”
He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed in front of his chest, still grinning from his embarrassing masturbatory discovery. “I was thinking we could go up to the cabin for the weekend. We haven’t been up there since last summer, and I wanna grab some beers and have some fun before school starts up again.”
“Sounds good. I could use a few days away from the house. We leave in the morning?” Elliot was right. We hadn’t gone up there since about this time last year. We were well overdue for a break away from the rest of the world.
“Yeah, if that works for you. We can stop at the liquor store down the street and stock up like we always do. How’s that sound?”
I nodded. “Yeah, that works for me. What time we leaving?”
“Be ready to go around six,” Elliot said, then winked. “Have fun taking care of that.” He turned and left, closing the door behind him.
Six? Seriously? As far as I was concerned, there were no hours between two am and eight am. No one in their right mind wants to get up that early. But then again, no one ever said Elliot was in his right mind.
Truth be told, I looked forward to spending a few days up at the cabin. Spending some time together, just the two of us, would be a good way to bond like we’d done as kids. With school and everything, we’d drifted apart a bit, and I missed the easy rapport we’d had. But for now, I wanted to finish what I’d been doing before he interrupted. The sound of Elliot’s voice, and the memory of his sweaty torso, was more than enough to bring my cock back to full attention, despite my earlier embarrassment.
William Cooper has been writing and reading since he was little. In 2010 he took the first step toward publishing a book and hasn’t looked back since. Whether it’s two men who met in college or brothers who have been in love their entire life, William loves to tell their story for everyone to read.
You can find William Cooper online at:
His website: www.WilliamACooper.com
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