Book Title: Soothe Me, Daddy
Author: Elouise East
Publisher: Self-published
Cover Artist: Elouise East
Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Romance
Trope/s: Daddy kink
Themes: Workplace romance
Length: Approx. 42 000 words
It is a standalone book.
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Soothing his boy is a pleasure in more ways than one
Blurb
Once upon a time, there was a boy who wanted a Daddy…
Henley knows what he wants from a relationship: to be taken care of by a Daddy. He’s under no illusions that he can be a handful. When he starts a new job, his gaze is taken to a prime specimen. Maybe Henley could persuade him to be his Daddy…
Isaac is worn out from the clubs, the scenes, the boys who say they want a Daddy then change their minds. When he’s given the responsibility of training the most obedient guy he’s ever met, Isaac is hooked. But does the guy even know what a boy is, despite acting like one?
They are powerless to stop their relationship. They complement each other so well.
Is Isaac the right Daddy for Henley, and is Henley the right boy for Isaac?
This is a 40,000 words sweet Daddy/boy romance
Thank you for inviting me onto the blog today to celebrate Soothe Me, Daddy. This is the second in the series, although can be read as a standalone with no crossover characters.
I thought I’d offer you some insight into how I work as an author, using examples from Soothe Me, Daddy.
I am very much a pantser, but I do try to make some sort of plan before I start writing a book. For Soothe Me, Daddy, I wrote all the details about the characters that I knew, this could be their physical description; any tells they may have, like biting their lip or shrugging; their age, job description and any previous jobs if its notable; whether they drink tea or coffee; and any other tidbits that they might tell me. Then I decided roughly how long I thought the book would be and separated some general ideas into when they might happen within the storyline. This made up some chapters and then the rest I left blank.
The actual writing and editing process is similar for all books. As I begin to write, I just let my fingers go. If the characters cooperate, I can easily get through a chapter a day, sometimes more. If any information crops up as I’m going, I’ll note it down in my notebook under the chapter I think it would work best in, then carry on writing. If I don’t write things down, it will bug me for ages, or I’ll forget about it. This continues until the first draft is done.
I will often send parts of the first draft to my alpha, who helps me make sure it’s following on and flowing well, and I’ve not missed vital information somewhere.
Once that is done, I then edit the first draft myself before sending it to my beta. Then I edit it again from their comments and send it to my editor. I repeat the process from their comments, sometimes twice over, then print the document out and read through it out loud from the paper. I catch so many more things seeing it on a different screen. Sometimes, I will just send it to my kindle instead. A change is better than a rest, I say.
The feeling when the final copy of the manuscript is in my hands, so to speak, is the best feeling ever. And it happens with every single book. Over and over again.
I love the freedom of writing. You get to write what your brain, and your characters, create. I love writing the first sentence and the last sentence equally. I like figuring out how things are going to work, what spanners have been thrown into the works and how the characters are going to get out of it. Do they get their happy ending? With one of my previous books, Deep Down, I wasn’t sure until the last moment whether they would get their happily ever after, so I am on the edge throughout the story, as much as a reader is when they read it for the first time.
One thing that is important to me is a schedule. I have releases planned out until the end of 2022 now, so it’s very important that I keep to my self-created routine. I love writing, so it never seems like a chore. I’m a lot of a perfectionist so things have to be done certain ways. That why it helps to have a routine, a schedule and a process for writing. At least for me, it does.
“I don’t want you to change yourself for me, Henley.”
“What do you mean?”
“You need to be yourself from the beginning. Don’t act or speak how you think I want you to. If I think something about your behaviour needs correcting, I will discuss it with you and help you alter it.”
“Through punishments?” Henley asked, eyebrows raising.
“If I believe that is the best way to remind you, yes.” Isaac hesitated. “For me, being a Daddy is a twenty-four-seven responsibility. I would need you to realise that everything I do for or to you is for your own benefit. I want to help you become all that you can be, and in return, you need to trust me wholeheartedly. Telling me the truth at all times, even when it scares you. You need to trust that I will catch you should you fall. I will hold you close and protect you with everything I am.”
Isaac gazed at Henley, seeing a shimmer begin in his eyes before they filled and overflowed.
“Come here.” Isaac issued the order, and they both scooted out of their opposite seats, Isaac guiding Henley to slide over in the booth seat so he could sit next to him. Isaac wrapped his arm around Henley’s shoulder, hugging him close and resting his fingers against the side of his face as his tears continued to fall soundlessly.
Once Henley had calmed, Isaac lifted his face. “Are you okay?” Henley nodded. “I need your words, sweetheart.”
“I’m okay,” he croaked. “I…You…It’s everything I want.”
“Alright. Let’s eat our food, and once we’re full, we can talk some more.”
Isaac reached for Henley’s plate from the opposite side of the table and placed it in front of Henley. Henley smiled, and though a little watery, it filled Isaac’s heart with joy. He couldn’t believe he had found someone who already knew about Daddies and boys, and in fact, was one.
After they had finished their meal and Isaac deduced Henley didn’t want a dessert, he gripped Henley’s hand and left the restaurant. It wasn’t particularly late, and the air was warm, so he suggested a short walk.
“For a relationship to work with me, I would need to give you a routine to stick to—”
“What kind of routine?”
Isaac raised his eyebrows at Henley, waiting until he apologised for interrupting before continuing, “Things like when you’d need to go to sleep, when to wake, when to eat. I don’t do this because I think you are incapable of doing them yourself. I do it because then I will know you are looking after yourself like I have asked you to. I trust that if I ask you to do something, you will do it. For example, if I ask you to eat at midday, and you agree, I expect you to eat at midday, barring any unforeseen circumstances.”
“That sounds good.” Henley glanced up at Isaac from underneath his eyelashes. “I do sometimes forget whether I’ve eaten or not.”
“Good to know, and thank you for being honest with me. I have seen that you can be a little excitable at times. I would like to help you find a way to manage that. I think your work, however amazing you already are at it, would benefit a great deal from you being calmer and more in control of your actions.” He paused and smirked. “And mouth.”
“Hey!” Henley pouted for a second before grinning. “Yes, okay. I know I can be a chatterbox. But I have so much to say.”
“And I wouldn’t ever want to stop you from saying it, but I do think there is a time and place for certain topics of conversation.”
Henley scrunched his nose up. “Is there really?”
“Yes,” Isaac said firmly.
They walked in silence for a few steps before Henley asked, “What should I call you?”
Isaac exhaled deeply. “I would love for you to call me Daddy. But you don’t have to. Isaac is fine, too.”
Henley rested his head against Isaac’s shoulder, wrapping his free hand around his biceps. “I would love to call you Daddy.”
“Does everything sound okay so far?”
Henley nodded, and when Isaac raised his eyebrows, he added, “Yes…Daddy.”
Isaac inhaled and briefly closed his eyes, his pulse skyrocketing at the word. “Perfect.”
Elouise East is a bestselling author of contemporary MM romance. She writes a variety of themes: sweet and fluffy to high angst to taboo, but there is a huge nod in the direction of friendships being integral to each character’s experience. She writes books that are emotionally realistic, even if liberties are taken with other aspects of her stories.
Reading and writing have always been a part of her life, although her debut book wasn’t published until July 2019, when she was 36 years old. Her experience has come from reading thousands of books over the years and being a perfectionist when it comes to trying to make things right. She lives in the centre of the UK with her two children, who make life worth living, keep her (in)sane and make her laugh. She loves Zumba, yoga and walking, all things that can be done alone as she is very introverted.
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