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What a week really, l must admit. We have seen characters bribed with… convNo guesses for who all wants to go with Anna Wells…..


Carolina might have but then again she went blind, so I think Susan Arden is in the clear there. While talking other Susans, mine  can’t take her eyes off that French maid picture she brought along yesterday.  I am tactfully keeping my mouth zipped.

This is the last interview after all and I wouldn’t like to be conducting it from a different sort of chair……


Come on…..you got any idea the damage that rolling pin did last time even if Flint did ask for it? It just looks nice. rolling-pin-heavy This week, in addition to bringing together some fab authors the idea was to help two celebrate new releases. Charley Descoteaux…veteran of the last set of hot seat interviews has eight days to go before her new book, Directing Traffic is released by Dreamspinner Press.

It’s my pleasure to have her here today with her character —another secondary, Ray Bigelow, who since the book is not yet out, has plenty time to jump ship. I am standing by with a catalogue of  swimming pool pics just in case. Already you can see he is considering them…..conv

Charley : Thanks, Shey, for having us! And  Hi Ray, thanks for stopping by.  How are you feeling?

 Ray:  Thanks for inviting me over, doll.  Doing just fine.  Don’t let the wrinkles fool you, everything still works the way it should.  *winks*

Charley:  Um….. glad to hear it.  I was hoping you’d talk a little about Ty.  He doesn’t get any POV time in this story so I’d like to let everyone get to know him a little better.

Ray:  But I thought, this was to be about me?…….Oh, that’s a nice swimming pool….

convHey… just as well you didn’t try to get him to talk on the page. ….hey, you mean this pool has the house thrown in?conv

Charley : Honey, you’d be surprised what could be thrown in…..

Ray: Well….He’s not comfortable talking about anything serious with anyone over the age of fourteen.  He’s great at getting the kids to open up about what’s going on at home or what kind of career they’re interested in, but don’t bring up the l-word or he’ll shut right down. Like me, you don’t stop threaten…that’s nice pool too…conv

 Charley:  So he hasn’t had many serious relationships?

 Ray:  Many?  Any.  Never would admit if he’d been looking for it, but I know how his mind works.  He’s been waiting for someone to convince him. Hey…maybe if you showed him these pools….

Charley:  What about the rest of the family?  How does he get along with them?

 Ray:  My brother’s a ^&%^^^£


 Charley:  Whoa, Ray, were you in the Navy?

Ray:  No.  Wouldn’t take me, too scrawny. Not foul mouthed enough.  But that brother of mine, he didn’t deserve to have a son like Ty.  Or a wife like Laura, for that matter.  Thought he should always be perfect—some Norman Rockwell version of the perfect son, do everything he couldn’t do.  You probably know the type.  Jackass—can I get away with jackass without being censored??—

swear bokicked him out when he turned eighteen.  Happy Birthday, now go live with your queer uncle, fag.

 Charley:  Did he really say that?

 Ray:  Not sure, but I wouldn’t put it past the )9*&^%8*.  Told me himself he said worse.

 Charley:  Than you Ray? What a charming man.

 Ray:  Obviously that kind of charm isn’t hereditary.  *flirty grin*

Charley:  Obviously.

 Ray:  But I’m not.  Gay, I mean.

Charley:  So I’ve heard.  It’s pretty obvious, though, by the way you’re flirting.

 Ray:  Am I getting anywhere?  *wink*  How about your pretty friend whose space we’re invading?

 Charley:   You mean Shey? Down, boy—she’s married.

Ray:  Oh, lucky for him then!  *a wink and an eyebrow wiggle*  You’re both too young for me anyhow.  I would’ve liked to get married, have a couple kids.  Just never met the woman who could take my being gone so much.  And by the time I stopped driving I was too foul-mouthed and set in my ways to chase after it. But hey, I do like these pools, so know what…..


Charley : You just about paid for one too all that cussing.


Directing Traffic by Charley Descoteaux

Neil Sedwick expects to spend his vacation in a sleepy tourist trap mourning his late partner’s death. Instead, he puts his recently acquired CPR certificate to use and saves an elderly resident’s life. But it’s the survivor’s nephew, sexy middle-school teacher Ty Bigelow, who causes Neil to reevaluate his routine and consider reopening his heart.

Though the electricity between them is undeniable, Ty is struggling with his own feelings of inadequacy, and Neil is moored to the past. Even the healing peace of an old man’s garden and the ever-changing waters of the Oregon coast may not be enough to prepare Neil to overcome a crisis of the heart.

Available for pre-order now—Dreamspinner Press:  http://tinyurl.com/pm5euze

BIO: Charley Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just wasn’t good enough.  In exchange, they let her sleep once in a while. Every guy deserves a beautiful love story even, or maybe especially, the ones who would usually be in the supporting cast. Home is Portland, Oregon, where the weather is like your favorite hard-case writing buddy who won’t let you get away with taking too many days off, and in some places you can be as weird as you are without fear.  As an out and proud bisexual and life-long weird-o, she thinks that last part is pretty cool.

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Blog:  http://cdescoteauxwrites.wordpress.com/

Facebook Author Page:  http://www.facebook.com/CharleyDescoteauxAuthor

 Twitter:  https://twitter.com/CharleyDescote

Goodreads: http://tinyurl.com/aqe7g7r

 Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/charleydescote/

 e-mail: c.descoteauxwrites@gmail.com

SO that’s it for now folks. The chair goes back under wraps but so long as no-one sets it aflame…not looking at anyone Aimee Duffy,  who knows when it will next return………conv