|Posted by jtcheyanne on November 1, 2015 at 1:20 PM|
Title: The One That I Want; Hopelessly Devoted
Author: RJ Jones
Genre: Gay Romance, Musical
Length: Short Stories
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
Jason escapes into the magic of a Broadway play every weekend. Musicals always have a happy ending and for a few hours he can believe there’s a happy ending waiting for him, too. When the tall drink of water who works on the top floor of Jason’s building, wants to take him on a date, Jason is surprised. After all, Jason is awkward and skinny, and sees himself as a boring accountant, while Paul is tall, dark, and incredibly hot.
Despite Jason’s reservations, Paul and Jason start dating and attending the shows Jason adores. But if Paul likes musicals as much as Jason, why does he always doze off? Is Paul leading a double life? Does he have a wife tucked away somewhere?
Jason knows Paul is hiding something and when the secrets come out, Jason finds his fantasy comes to life, right there on the stage.
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The One That I Want
THE NEXT morning he was there again, and his lips quirked in a small smile when he saw me. I looked at all the people milling around the elevator, then headed for the stairs. I couldn’t stop myself from looking over my shoulder. Mr. Gorgeous was staring at me, his brow furrowed and his smile gone. At least I could breathe in the stairwell. I took the stairs for the rest of the week, successfully eluding another encounter with Mr. Way-out-of-my-league.
Friday morning came, and I looked toward the elevator, expecting to see him waiting with the hordes, but he wasn’t there. I didn’t always see him, and I presumed he traveled for work or maybe had breakfast meetings on the days I didn’t see him. Heading for the stairs, I pushed the door open as I tried to fit my Encore magazine into my messenger bag.
“Why are you ignoring me?”
My heart felt like it had flown out of my chest. I grabbed the railing to steady myself with one hand; the other clutching at my chest like it was possible to stop my heart from flying away.
“Jesus, holy... Are you trying to kill me? I’m sure it’d be less painful to throw me down the stairs.”
“Sorry, but you’ve been avoiding me all week. Short of stalking you on your way home I thought this was a better, non-psychotic way of getting you to talk to me.”
“And scaring someone to death in an empty stairwell is less psychotic?”
One year on from Paul’s proposal, Jason is living a life he never dreamed of. As he fusses with his tie and readies to walk down the aisle, he reminisces about the previous twelve months. It hasn’t all been smooth sailing for the happy couple in the lead up to their wedding, with obstacles big and small thrown in their way.
Marrying one of New York’s most eligible bachelors has Jason’s stomach in knots. Expectations of their society wedding are high, but out of love for Paul, Jason goes along with the grand plans because he understands Paul’s family has a reputation to maintain. But Paul has a surprise up his sleeve that just may see Jason getting the wedding of his dreams.
Follow Jason on his journey as he prepares to marry one of the most eligible bachelors in New York and find out just how Dave got his name.
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You would have figured out by the cover of Hopelessly Devoted that there’s a wedding. It got me thinking of my own special day and my husband’s proposal.
Everyone remembers how their partner proposed. Some get down on one knee, some hide the ring in a fake flower or glass of champagne. Some simply come out with it one night while lying in bed. Whichever route the person chooses it’s always remembered and the story is shared for years to come.
So I thought I’d share my story.
My husband and I had been living together for about a year and we had spoken about it previously. It wasn’t really a surprise, we knew we would get married but he hadn’t officially asked me. He used to do this joke where he’d tell me to close my eyes and pretend to ask me, then slip something on my finger. Usually a bottle cap or the plastic ring from a milk bottle. Yeah. Hilarious. “You know, when you ask me for real I’m not going to believe you,” I said once. He replied that when the time came it would be a surprise because I wouldn’t expect it.
Except I did.
I felt the air change around us and I knew he was going to ask me for real. We were holidaying on the sunshine coast of Queensland one year. We were staying with family in Noosa and were spending Christmas with them. My husband’s mother and step-father made the trek north and we were constantly busy. I confided in my future mother-in-law one night and told her I thought her son was going to propose sometime that week, maybe Christmas day in front of everyone. Needless to say she got very excited. I’m one of the lucky few that get along with their MIL.
Christmas Eve and my then boyfriend took me out for a nice dinner, just the two of us, then a walk out to the headland that overlooked Noosa Beach. He wasn’t really the romantic walk type so my heart was fluttering madly in anticipation. He stopped walking at a part along the boardwalk and we went through the motions. I closed my eyes and held out my hand like I’d done on numerous occasions beforehand. I knew this was different because I heard him blowing on something, then I felt the cool metal being placed on my finger. Turns out, the ring was in his pocket and he was blowing the lint free. I can’t remember the exact words he used but
I remember saying something like, “Holy shit. You’re actually asking me for real this time!”
I know I expected it, but it didn’t make it any less exciting. To see a gold ring on my finger, instead of a piece of plastic, was amazing. There was no bended knee, or grand gesture, but it was perfect.
Sixteen years on and it’s still perfect.
Prizes: Two WIP gift cards of $2.99 each
R.J. Jones started as a reader and eventually made the progression to reviewing. It wasn’t until two men popped into her thoughts, insisting on telling her their story that she started to write.
It started with one scene. A hot and dirty one in the shower…
R.J.’s initial thought was if she could write their scene then they’d shut up and allow her to concentrate on other aspects of her day. Not so. That shower scene ended up being 3000 words long and three hours of work. And still, they didn’t shut up. They told her their entire story and
she didn’t sleep for days. Sometimes she couldn’t keep up with what they were telling her and she had to keep a notebook by her bed.
Whilst she was writing their story a side character decided he needed his story told too. Then other characters followed suit.
You see the problem? If she ever wants to sleep again then she needs to write.
R.J. is a wife and a mother to two boys. She is surrounded by males. Even her dog is a boy.
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