About Daisy:
Birkenstock-wearing
glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still
isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough.
However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's dismay
the sex tends to get completely out of hand.
She
writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on,
and she's never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.
Links:
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Idea Factory: Building the Perfect
Dork
For off, thanks to the Isabel for having me on the blog today. Y’all are the
best!
Why thank you, Daisy! Appreciate that. I’d like to thank you for joining
me today!
On with the blog—
I’m often asked where I get my ideas for stories. Now, I think all authors
hear this question. But as a female writer of male-male romances, I get asked
more than most people.
Usually, the answer is a mix of places—movies I’ve seen, people I know,
pictures and news clips, my crazy family, and my even crazier imagination. But
in the case of my latest release, My Fair Dork, I got my inspiration from one
very specific place: a talk show on Canadian TV called “One Girl Five Gays.”
If you’ve never seen it before, I’m here to tell you, One Girl Five Gays
(1G5G) is AWESOME. It involves a charming female host named Aliya Jasmine
interviewing group of five gay men in a 20-Questions style format. The guests
rotate in and out, but if you watch the show for a while, you feel like you get
to know all the participants.
So here’s how I got my plot bunny for My Fair Dork…
There’s a character on 1G5G I’ll call D. He’s smart, sarcastic, and smoking
hot. I had the biggest crush on him, and was delighted when he mentioned on the
show his tendency to be a bossy bottom. (I can’t remember if he said it
outright, or insinuated it. But either way, I LOVE writing bossy bottoms. So for
some reason this tickled me pink.)
Eventually D got a boyfriend, and I was intrigued. Who was the man who’d
wooed this prize? Was he a big, burly dreamboat? A sober intellectual? Did he
have height? Muscles? Tons of money?
After a couple weeks, his boyfriend, whom we shall call M, appears on the
show, and he’s…dorky.
Now, if you know anything about me or my work, you know that I loves me a
nerd. And M was the real deal. He wasn’t some slick hipster wearing
nerdy-but-chic glasses and an ironic T-shirt. No, he was a soft-spoken, nervous
seeming, flannel wearing, sweet and harmless dork. The kind of guy who was nerdy
in high school and never grew out of it.
He was cute, and endearing, and I was even more in love with D for dating
him. But then, a few episodes later, Aliya Jasmine asks the guys, “What part of
your body is too big?”
And M blushed like a fire hydrant, and said, “My dong!” before burying his
head in shame.
The cast ribbed and teased him, and Aliyah Jasmine, like the intrepid
reporter she is, asked for more details about the exact nature of his size.
(Yes, yes AJ. Viewers want to know!)
But in that moment, a story came together in my head—about a nerd with a
giant cock—a guy uncomfortable in his skin and worried about his anatomy, and
the smart, sexy, cool beyond belief guy who wants to pull him out of his
shell.
My Fair Dork was born.
Seldom do ideas come to me that clearly, or based on something so acute. But
man, when a story hits me like that, it’s like I can’t write the thing fast
enough. And that’s how My Fair Dork went for me. I drafted it in 12 days, and it
was submitted at day 15. I love this story. And I love 1G5G and Canadian MTV for
providing such great fiction fodder.
I just hope that if M ever finds out I got my story idea from watching 1G5G
he won’t be too painfully embarrassed. After all, the world is full of people
shy about some part of their bodies. Even some part that society thinks they
should be proud of. It’s just…well, there really is nothing like a giant cock.
And when it’s attached to an adorable geek, it’s about the best thing I can
imagine.
BLURB:
They say a guy can never be too hung. Well, Harold Jacobs doesn’t know who
they are, but they’re wrong. Socially awkward for as long as he can remember,
Harold feels his enormous package is just one more thing to be embarrassed
about. Especially once hunky and popular
Owen McKenzie notices it in the showers.
Owen knows he’s bi, but he keeps that secret close to his chest. He likes
Harold, and wants to help him shed his dorky image and maybe even find a
boyfriend. Still, Owen can’t stop obsessing about Harold’s equipment. And much
as he doesn’t want to flip-flop on his sexuality, Owen does want to test-drive
what Harold has between his legs.
Their
friendship erupts into full-blown lust. But can Owen accept the loss of his
golden child status and be Harold’s boyfriend? And can Harold outgrow his
insecurity in time to keep the man he loves?
Excerpt:
They
say a guy can never be too big. Well—Harold Jacobs didn’t know who they were,
but they were wrong. A guy could definitely too big. Sure, Harold’s family
doctor had explained to him that women gave birth to babies, and that their
vaginas…
He
shivered, hardly able to think about it without making a face…
Their
passages elongated during sex.
Not that Harold was ever going to find out whether sex would work with a
vagina. What—with him being completely, one hundred percent gay. But still, he’d
been stupid enough to ask his family doctor about it. And, predictably, the guy
had reassured him that he was perfectly capable of having heterosexual sex.
At least, he thought that’s what Dr. Fredernick had said. It had been hard to
understand him with all the stuttering and blushing.
Harold didn’t know what he’d been thinking, asking his mother to leave the
room during his doctor’s appointment, when she’d taken him for his pre-college
physical. What had he expected a seventy-year-old family physician to say that
he hadn’t already learned online?
He stared sadly down at the thing—jutting between his legs like a saber,
water dripping off the tip since he was in the shower. It was hard as usual. The
fucker mocked him like that. He swore, his penis enjoyed getting hard all the
time just because it made Harold extra awkward every moment of his life.
