A warm welcome to author Andy Gallo joining us today to talk about Better Be Sure.
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Welcome Andy đ
The Problem of Hotness
A great big hug to Dani. Not only for hosting me, but for giving me (Well Andrew Q. Gordon) a voice all these years as a monthly guest author.
How many main characters are average? Some think they are, but somewhere along the way it is made clear that, no, you are so not average, youâre amazingly hot. In truth there are very few average main characters. Theyâre almost all hot (and usually hung too) and they hook up with equally hot guys. No, wait, they hook up with the hottest guy theyâve ever seen. Yep. Seems to happen a lot. By my count there are about five million four hundred and eighty-six thousand âhottest guys everâ in the literary world. (I rounded up for simplicity.) Now, Iâm as guilty of this as anyone â so this isnât me throwing shade on anyone â but it does create an imbalance in the universe.
Is also creates a problem for cover artists; they have a limited pool of cover models to work with. Since there are not five million, fourâŠ. five million plus hottest guys in the world, and more arriving every day, artists need a giant pool of model to do their work. Toss in that not every hottest guy ever award recipient in the world wants to be a cover model and you can see that there are not enough hottest guys ever to give each story its own distinct guy to grace the cover.
Certainly, talented artists can made tweaks here and there to hair and eye color, add a hat or sunglasses, or otherwise accessorize to make them appear different, but that doesnât alleviate the shortage. The imbalance is made worse by the fact so many of these hottest guys ever are gay and not have babies. Gasp ⊠{Clutches his pearls} Why arenât they sharing their good genes?
Iâm not sure what the solution is. Telling authors their characters can no longer be the hottest guy isnât practical. Nancy proved, âJust Say Noâ isnât as effective as, âJust Do It.â No matter what we are told, we are not going give our characters anything less than the full hotness they deserve.
And letâs be clear, readers want their hotties. Sure we all talk about reading about the everyday man, but really, is that what we want? To read stories about ourselves? I think not. If I want to read a story about a not hot guy, I can go look at pictures of my life. Thatâs what Iâm trying to avoid doing by writing or reading these stories.
We could remove faces from the covers, but really? I know youâre not supposed to judge a book by the cover, but when weâre alone, donât we all really do that? Donât all authors gush about how great their covers are? I mean, seriously.
So, I suppose the only thing left is to round up the million or so hottest men and enter them into a forced breeding program to create millions of equally hot men to use for covers. Much like re-forestation, this is going to take a few generations to perfect, but hey, without pain, there is not gain.
Or I could just leave well enough alone and accept that this is how it is and cover model issues notwithstanding, the system works.
Oh, and yeah, Jack and Ed, the main characters in Better Be Sure are two of the hottest guys ever award recipients. Just sayin.
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When the stakes are this high, you better be sure you can win.
Jackson Murphy lost his parents to a boating accident, but theyâre never far from his thoughts. He attends the same university as his parents, joined the same fraternity as his dad, and even lives in his fatherâs old room, along with his adopted brother Marcus. Life brightens when he meets the man of his dreams.
Edward Knowles trades full-time college for working during the day and community college at night when his fatherâs factory closes. He intends to stay deep in the closet to keep his job in heating and cooling. But Jack pushes all his buttons.
Jackâs college rival challenges him to bring a date to the upcoming dance. He goads Jack into accepting even though failure means he and Marcus will lose their room and Jack must leave the fraternity.
Jack is falling hard for Ed, but Ed will never agree to go the dance. Edânot knowing the stakes of the wagerâhas also made it clear that Jack taking another man will end their romance.
With pressure from friends and enemies alike, will Jack hold on to his legacy⊠or his heart?
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Jackâs phone buzzed, and he swatted the sound away. Too early in the damn morning. Another buzz. He drowsily pulled himself from sleep. Across the room, Marcus mumbled in his sleep.
Jack checked his phone, body surging to life at Edâs name on the screen.
Ed: Morning!
Ed: Oh, crap, itâs probably still too early for you.
Jack couldnât type back quick enough. Ed writing to him this early in the morning, that had to mean something, surely.
Jack: Nah, Iâm totally awake. Why?
Ed: Just finished a job. Am close to HarrisonâŠ.
Jack was already scrambling out of bed, messaging one-handed while he emptied his drawers for a clean shirt.
Jack: Send me your location. Iâm in desperate need of caffeine. Bet you could use some too.
Ed sent a grinning dog and his location. Eighteen minutes later, Jack walked into the local Starbucks. He scanned the almost empty store and caught Edâs broad shoulders at the counter.
Jack strode over and clapped the guy on the shoulder, giving it a lingering squeeze. âI have an eerie sense of dĂ©jĂ vu.â
Edâs warm shoulder shook as he chuckled. âI havenât mowed you down yet.â
âNo, no, that you havenât.â Their gazes snagged, and Ed definitely swallowed. Probably too earlyâin the day and their friendshipâto tease.
Jack rocked back on his heels, dug his wallet out of his pocket, and ordered.
When they both had their drinks, they sank into armchairs in the corner of the room.
Edâs gaze kept dipping to his chest, and Jackâs lips tipped up behind his mocha. âHow was your morning job?â
âI was extremely motivated to get the job done quickly.â
Jackâs grin widened, and an ill-timed sip ended up rolling down his chin. He swiped it off. âDo you often have jobs close to Harrison?â
âNot as much as Iâd like.â Ed rubbed his palm over the arm of the chair.
âI mean, a lot of the time I have to drive out farther.â
âWell, any time youâre nearbyâŠ.â He raised his cup.
Ed glanced at his chest again. âI like the look.â
Jack followed the sweep of Edâs hand andâfuck. His shirt was inside out. âRight. Of course.â
Ed leaned forward in his seat, amusement lighting his eyes as he took in the rest of him. Shivers skittered through Jack, and he held his breath. âI totally woke you, didnât I?â
âBusted.â
The deep laugh Ed gave made it all worth it. âSo youâre a high-ranking anchor in your fraternity?â
Jack snorted at the muff. From the way Ed stared at him, it was hard to tell if heâd done it on purpose or really had the term mixed up.
âWe prefer to pronounce it âarchon,â but either way, Iâm one of the fraternity leaders, yes.â
âDo you like it?â
âWhich? Being in the fraternity or being an officer?â
âBoth.â
Of course heâd want Jack to answer both. âYeah, for the most part. I mean, there are a couple guys I wish werenât my brothers, but thatâs how it is.â
âHowâd you pick that fraternity?â
âThere wasnât really any other option.â
Edâs brow furrowed. âI thought Harrison had a lot of fraternities.â
âNo, not like that.â Jack waved his hand and shook his head. âMy dad, both of them were in Pi Kappa Phi. Marcus and I grew up hearing all the stories about their days in the house.â
âWow, thatâs cool.â
âYeah, they met when they were freshmen and were friends until⊠well⊠until my parents died.â He thought heâd been ready to deal with the issue, but confronted with it, he froze.
Ed scooted up on his chair, leaning forward. âYou okay, Jack?â
Jack rubbed the ring at the chain around his neck and drew in a calming breath. âYeah. Yeah.â
Ed seemed to realize Jack needed a change in conversation, because he abruptly started telling Jack how his sister had woken him last night screaming murder. Sheâd gone to the bathroom at night, and when she walked back to her room, someone was in there, rustling the sheets.
Ed had launched into her room with a bat only to be confronted with their cat. The first time the cat decided not to be shy. In the middle of the night, rolling around Beckyâs bed. They laughed so hard, they needed to make a cup of hot milk to settle down again.
âSounds like youâre a good guy to have around⊠wayward cats.â And panicking⊠friends.
Ed sipped his coffee. âWhat about you?â
âI like to think Iâm a good guy to have around too.â
âIâm sure you are.â Ed set his coffee down. âLook, about last nightâŠ.â
Jack clasped his cup, muscles rigid. Here it was. âYeah?â
Air blew into the cafĂ© along with a group of rowdy hipster students toting stainless steel cups. Jack shuffled forward on the cushion to hear Ed better, but Edâs gaze strayed toward group and his mouth flattened.
Jack cursed the interruption, but it was clear the moment had passed.
âWhat are your plans the rest of the day?â Ed asked instead.
âThe rest of the day?â
Ed laughed, and Jack soaked it up.
âClass, bantering with Brittanyâsheâs awesomeâfrat meeting about the spring formal, messing around with the guys. Might squeeze some actual study in there.â A lot of study, actually.
âMessing around with the guys?â
That piqued your interest, did it? Jack smirked. âPlay a bit of ball if the weather holds. Get out the PlayStation and hit the video games if it doesnât.â
âWhatâs the spring formal?â
Jack groaned. âThe bane of my life.â
Andy Gallo prefers mountains over the beach, coffee over tea, and regardless if you shake it or stir it, he isnât drinking a martini. He remembers his “good old days” as filled with mullets, disco music, too-short shorts, and too-high socks. Thanks to good shredders and a lack of social media, there is no proof he ever descended into any of those evils.
Andy does not write about personal experiences and no living or deceased ex-boyfriends appear on the pages of his stories. He might subconsciously infuse his characters with some of their less noble qualities, but that is entirely coincidental even if their names are the same. And while Andy leaves the hard sci-fi/fantasy for his alter ego, Andrew, in his mind a touch of the supernatural never derailed a good relationship.
Married and living his own happy every after, Andy helps others find their happy endings in the pages of his stories. He and his husband of more than twenty years spend their days raising their daughter and rubbing elbows with other parents. Embracing his status as the gay dad, Andy sometimes has to remind others that one does want a hint of color even when chasing after their child.
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Thank you, Dani for letting come by today and guest with you and Love Bytes.
~Andy
My mom and I have always bonded over cooking and baking, while I got my late dad into watching San Jose Sharks hockey games…
I cook/bake with my 7 year old. When she was 3 or 4 she used to go get her ‘chefs’ hat so we could cook. So, yep, cooking is a definitely a bonding experience I can relate to.
Thanks for reading and for leaving a comment.
~Andy
We go thrift shopping, now with 4 generations.
Hi Jennifer – I’m a lousy shopper. I’m a buyer – I know what I want, I go get it and leave. Used to drive my friends crazy. But I’m learning, because my 7 year old isn’t like me, she needs to see EVERYTHING first. You might need to give me lessons. đ
Thanks for reading and leaving a comment.
~Andy