In my new book, “Set Ablaze”, Fire Chief Eric is coming out of the closet after twenty years of marriage. He’s been raised conservatively, and he’s never had any male relationships. He’s certainly never been out in the open about his sexual preferences. However, once he told his wife, she shouted it all over the town. He’s had no choice but to face varying degrees of acceptance, combined with downright hostility. When he meets the new recruit, Tom, he’s confused over how to handle his feelings, and what constitutes appropriate romantic behavior when courting a man. Throw in a spate of arson fires, and Eric is under a lot of pressure. Will it prevent him from seeking love with Tom, the sexy new firefighter?
I like Eric, and I definitely enjoyed writing him. He doesn’t curse, he’s respectful, and when he crosses sexual boundaries at work he is mortified by his own behavior. What is interesting to me is that so many people want to judge someone over their sexual preference as opposed to their actions, yet some of these same people do plenty of other things that are morally reprehensible. Such as holding hate in their hearts. And when I talk about sexual preferences – I don’t just mean whether someone identifies as gay – hetero couples who engage in responsible BDSM practices are judged as well, along with all other manner of expressions of love.
The recent outpouring of support with people changing their avatars at Facebook has been very heartening. I know I’m not going to change anyone’s outlook in a simple blog post, or even in one book. But the more authors, artists, filmmakers, musicians and others who contribute to the ideal of love healing all – the more of a chance we all have of finding love and acceptance.
The following is an excerpt from Set Ablaze when Eric finally signs the divorce papers from his twenty year marriage:
Eric put his signature on the last of the divorce settlement papers, and slowly—almost reverently—put them back in the envelope. He would give them back to Charlene in the morning.
“Why don’t we wait?” he had pleaded with her. “Matthew will be headed to ASU in the fall. Can’t we just keep our family together for a little while longer?”
“Fuck you, Eric,” was all she’d had to say.
After twenty years of marriage and raising a wonderful son, that was all he warranted, a ‘fuck you’? He wanted to punch their marriage counsellor in the face. The counsellor had been the one who had encouraged ‘complete and open honesty, no matter how it might hurt’. Yeah. Great. Telling his wife he was, and always had been, swinging for the same team had been a wonderful move. That had really worked out well. She’d initiated the divorce proceedings that night, but not before she’d accused him of a countless number of things that were absolutely not true. She’d slapped him, saying that she’d have to get screened for ‘gay diseases’, and that she knew that he’d been cheating on her all those years. She’d even started accusing some of his straight friends of being his secret lovers.
“I knew it!” she’d screeched at him. “My mom warned me from the beginning! All those camping and fishing trips! Just excuses to go away with your boyfriends, just like in that stupid movie!”
His head had been spinning. She had yelled so many outrageous things. There had been one affair in high school that he’d thought he’d hidden well, but Charlene’s brother knew about it and had blabbed to her parents. Being young and scared, he’d lied and told her none of it was true. He couldn’t tell her the truth. She never would have married him. The unfortunate reality was that he never should have married her—it had been wrong to mislead her the way he had. He had never been attracted to women, but he came from a family that would have had a fit and cast him out if he hadn’t married and led a ‘normal’ life. How could he regret his son, though? He didn’t, and he actually really did love Charlene, just not in the way she needed and deserved.
Yes, it was the right thing to do ultimately. Maybe the asshole counsellor had been on point after all. Sighing, he put the envelope in his desk drawer, and focused his mind back on the other issues he was dealing with. He had a firefighter out with a broken ankle, and a temporary replacement coming in. He also had a meeting with the arson investigators at four o’clock—just fifteen minutes away—to discuss their latest findings on the arson fires that had been plaguing the town recently.
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Morticia Knight Author Bio
Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale, whether it is contemporary, paranormal, historical, ménage, M/M or BDSM – she loves it all! One of her passions is bringing people’s fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor. When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. Her three-book series called Uniform Encounters set in the Southwest will be available in 2013, and she is currently working on a steampunk horror ménage.