A warm Love Bytes welcome to author Kim Dias joining us today to talk about new release “Breakfast at Midnight”.

Welcome Kim 🙂

I love late-night conversations. I don’t mean 11pm or even midnight. I mean those conversations that happen at 1:30 or 2am. Curled up on the couch in the living room, maybe, or snuggled in bed. Conversations that take place with your eye half-closed. Conversations where you constantly interrupt yourself with yawns.

 

Fred and Callum’s relationship is built on those conversations. Those soft, sleepy moments are the ones I wanted to capture in Breakfast at Midnight. Most of their conversations take place under the harsh lights of a Denny’s rather than under the covers of a soft bed, but beds aren’t exactly the most relaxing space for chronic insomniacs. Denny’s gives them coffee; it gives them pancakes; it gives them a space to sit and talk for hours and confess things they’d never say in the light of day.

 

Those late-night conversations mean connection to me more than anything else in the world does. They can only happen with very specific people. And when you find those people, hold onto them. They’re going to mean a lot.

Blurb:

Hope can be found in unexpected places.

 

Lonely, still struggling with his divorce, and suffering from writer’s block, successful thriller author Fred spends much more time in an all-night Denny’s than is healthy for any man. It’s the last place he thought he’d meet someone like Callum, who has literally run away from the internationally famous boy band Leos.

 

Despite their age difference, the two become friends, and their long nights of soul-searching might help them find the courage to face their problems: Fred’s deteriorating relationship with his daughter and Callum’s career issues. It’s easy for their lives to tangle together, and each might provide the other the means to move beyond the past—even if it’s not a journey they can take together.

Buy Link:

Dreamspinner Press

Amazon

 

Kim Dias has been writing for years, but has been making up stories for what feels like forever. She writes love stories, preferably with a side of hot sex; Literary Review’s Bad Sex in Fiction Awards constantly inspire her to do better.

 

When not focused on her studies at the University of Victoria, Kim spends her time working on her novel, which she swears will one day be finished. She loves dogs, reading in front of fireplaces, and days spent in the sunshine. She believes whole-heartedly that stories can change the world.

 

You can find her online at kimdias.tumblr.com.

 

“Did you just put ketchup on toast?” he gasped, as dramatically as if he were some sort of soap opera character. If he’d had pearls, Fred was sure he’d clutch them. “That’s… that is disgusting.”

 

Fred raised his eyebrows at the kid—at Callum. “It’s actually very sophisticated,” he found himself saying. “It’s a deconstructed fried egg sandwich.”

 

Callum laughed loudly enough to make the only other patron of Denny’s, a dark-haired woman in her midthirties, glance up from her book, but Callum didn’t seem bothered. “Deconstruct all you like,” he said, “but ketchup on eggs is barbaric. On toast it’s even worse.” But he was still smiling, his entire body now relaxed in his seat. His smile was wide and easy, his teeth slightly crooked. “You were here the other night too, weren’t you?” he asked, voice hesitant, shy, soft, but no longer stiff with awkwardness. “Tuesday?”

 

“I was,” said Fred. He took another bite of his apparently-barbaric toast. “Les says you’ve been here every night since then.”

 

Callum shrugged, nodded. His mouth worked as it searched for sentences, but when he finally spoke, he only said, “Yeah.”

 

“Why?” Fred asked, genuinely curious. His curiosity was in his chest, right in his ribcage, and it startled him. It was the same kind of curiosity that’d had him carrying around a notebook for years, making observations about strangers and drawing stories from those observations, gently crafting them into something worth reading. He hadn’t felt it for—God, for years.

 

“Well,” Callum said, words slow, “there doesn’t really seem to be anywhere else to go.”

 

Fred didn’t believe that for a second. “There’s the whole rest of the town.”

 

“Anywhere else that’s open twenty-four seven?”

 

Fred took a moment to think about it. “Well, no,” he admitted when he came up blank. “That’s important?”

 

Callum smiled into his coffee cup as he took a sip. “I’m here after midnight, aren’t I?”