Improbable Press Blog — Jack Brightside

By Jack Brightside For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved historical romance novels. My friend in high school was my hookup, and we traded them like illicit material. Her grandma had nothing to live for and spent her whole check at the Goodwill, buying secondhand copies. I read everything, and I mean everything. I read copies so beat up that the covers had fallen off. There was no genre that I would turn down. I went through southern belles, pirates, regencies, modern setting, scifi romance, CIA stuff, medieval, you name it. Trash bags full. Once, my boyfriend’s mom...

"You have to start giving fewer fucks," Louis purred. "Oh yeah?" "For example, start by giving some of those fucks to me…" Louis let his voice trail off. Montgomery's throat closed mid-sip. He inhaled the rest of his champagne. "You good?" Montgomery attempted to cough his throat open. "I said–" "I heard you!" Montgomery wheezed. Louis raised one of his bushy eyebrows. "I acknowledge that showing up naked in a bubble bath in your hotel room is kind of forward. If you're going to arrest me, I'll show myself out." "What?" Montgomery wheezed. "No, I'm…" "Oh, cool. Then I'll stick...