The
librarian in The Librarian’s Rake is running a movie night at his
library. I thought a lot about which older movie would Tristan play for the
mostly teen crowd. Benny & Joon came to mind. It is sweet and filled
with love but also there’s a message of just because someone has issues doesn’t
make them unlovable and with enough support people can live happy and
fulfilling lives.
Pre-Z.
Allora I worked many years with individuals with developmental disabilities and
folks with mental health issues. My job wasn’t about curing them but about
setting up an environment and a support system so they could reach their
fullest potential as independently as possible.
Tristan
would identify with Joon because he never quite fit. Though he fantasizes about
being someone cool like Benny, while Benny didn’t always blend well with others
he was appreciated and found love without changing anything about himself.
Excerpt from The Librarian’s Rake
As
the movie progressed, he tried to pay attention. Had the distance between their
chairs been altered? They seemed too close, but to push away would disturb the
others. Though the proximity to this gorgeous man was too enticing to expect
his libido wouldn’t make a wish list. A checklist of all the sensuous things
Tristan wanted to do, as if he’d ever be given the opportunity.
He’d
cuddle Phillip close. Maybe kiss the man’s eyelids and lick his extralong
eyelashes. Maybe he’d rub his feet, his back… his whatever.
Tristan
tried not to stare at Phillip, but his gaze kept straying from the movie. Twice
within five minutes, Phillip caught him gawking, and a dimple came out in his
cheek.
Had
Phillip moved closer? Their knees almost touched. God, did Tristan imagine the
heat coming off Phillip? So close, so warm, so everything. If he parted his
legs a bit farther, they’d be touching.
The
sex scene… he didn’t care if the sex scene was heterosexual or not. If done
well, the intensity of emotion could transcend orientation. Johnny Depp looked
so—Tristan could never hope to be that erotic and loving at the same time.
Phillip
leaned into his side, and the words he whispered tickled Tristan’s ear. “Oh
God, it’s so sweet but searing hot.”
Never
had the fade to black taken away his breath the way it did this time around.
Their knees inched closer. Why on earth did he crave contact with Phillip and
with this intensity?
Did
it matter? For once in his life, he’d do what he wanted. He gave in and opened
his legs just enough to make his knee rest against Phillip’s. The small sigh
from Phillip said Tristan hadn’t been the only one affected by the touch.
Phillip’s
face lingered close to Tristan’s. If he turned his head, their lips would
graze. However, to move his head was a risk he couldn’t take. Maybe Frederick
had been right about Tristan’s timid nature. But following his animal instincts
without control would make Tristan no better than his father, and he wasn’t his
father. Plus, he was at work.
After
a moment, Phillip nuzzled his cheek, making Tristan ache for so much more. When
he remained frozen, Phillip fell back into his seat with a long, drawn-out
sigh.
The
Librarian’s Rake Blurb
Opposites might attract, but
is acting on that attraction wise?
Librarian Tristan Cooper
can’t steer clear of sexy, motorcycle-riding bad boy Phillip—the man is hot—but
Phillip is bound to and quiet, bookish Tristan boring, like all Tristan’s
boyfriends. Tristan yearns to explore his wild side, the part of himself he’s
only allowed into his fantasies, and maybe rakish Phillip is just what he needs
to feel free.
Sexperienced hairdresser
Phillip is more of a believer in happy endings than happily ever afters.
Experience has taught him not to hope for more— until he meets sweet,
vulnerable Tristan, who seems genuinely interested in his heart. But Phillip
can’t trust enough to see himself as a man Tristan might want for more than a
night.
With the help of a pair of matchmaking grandfathers, Tristan and
Phillip might and the courage to step beyond their comfort zones and discover
what has been missing from their lives....
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