Will Robin ever find the love he’s been denied his entire life?
Birds of a Feather, 1
Coming from wealth but neglected emotionally, Robin Pavasaris flies to Connecticut, in search of what he’d missed all his life. The love of a parent.
What he got, however, was a wicked stepmother that would rival those in fairy tales and a father succumbed to guilt, silent as he watches his son hurt by another mother figure. Filip Pavasaris is helpless to act. In fact, Robin fears he’ll have no ally in the huge, cold manor.
That’s until his half-brother, Alex, comes home from graduate school. The first time they see one another, it was like Robin had found every dream he hadn’t known he had. Then, he learns their relation and his heart is sore once again.
It doesn’t matter, however, as Alex takes Robin under his wing, teaching him how to survive in the home. The more time they spend together, the more Robin fears he’s falling for his own brother. On top of that, he can never let anyone at Dove’s Landing know he’s gay. Their religion wouldn’t allow a gay son, and he’d lose the millions his mother coveted from his trust fund.
A confession and a kiss breaks everything apart, and Robin runs for his life, and from his heartbreak.
This is an ongoing series, with temporary resolutions at the end of each, along with a few cliffhangers.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: dubcon/noncon, drug use, and more! Please read the warning inside the book.
Cover Artist: Rain Carrington
Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Romance
Trope/s: Forbidden love
Themes: Poor little rich boy falls in love with his “brother”
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 70 000 words
Book 2 pre-order will be available on release day.
I’m Rain, author of nearly thirty published books and around a hundred not there yet, haha. I’m a mother of three, also of three kitties and three puppies, and I live in the glorious state of Colorado, where many of my books are set.
I love to write flawed, gritty characters that have lots of room for growth and self-discovery. In their love lives, I never want it to go easily. I may start a love early on, as I feel many loves start in reality, but that’s when it gets hard and interesting. I want the love to grow along with the characters, and how they handle the bumps along the way defines each one.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and my books, if you have read them, and if you haven’t, give ‘em a try!
What/who inspired you to start writing? I found my love of reading early, so many authors inspired me. Just about all of them, because anyone that could take me away to those places and introduce me to those people in the books, making them an actual part of my life, it felt absolutely magical to me.
Tell us about your new release. What inspired you to write it? Speaking of inspiring authors, an author I read in my younger days was V.C. Andrews. Her early novels sucked me in and I found myself biting my nails while reading about these poor girls who’s lives were never easy or blessed, and they struggled through so much to get a little slice of happiness. I watched Flowers in the Attic a few months ago and thought, hey, what about a story with a gay man in that sort of abused/neglected role, and how would his life be? Robin came to my mind and held on until I started writing his story, and as it pours out of me, I find myself waiting as anxiously to see if he ever gets his happily ever after like I did all those girls called Heaven, Ruby and Carrie.
How did you decide on the title? Like most of V.C. Andrews books, she started with the first book title using the main character’s name. A theme ran the titles, such as Heaven, Gates of Paradise, and so on, Flowers in the Attic, If There Be Thorns, etc. For mine, it’s Robin, Gilded Cage, Spreading Wings and Taking Flight, so bird themed haha.
What are you working on at present? Would you like to share a snippet? I just finished the first draft of book two of Birds of a Feather, called Gilded Cage. The thing is, if I give you a snip of that one, it’ll give too much away from the first book haha! So, how about a snippet of Robin?
Robin followed him to the other side of the partial wall and once they got around a huge pile of stones, he gasped as he saw the sight before him.
Between the smaller stones was a rosebush. It seemed to have been crushed by the crumbling wall, but had grown through it, and not only the cracks. Robin knelt close to look in every angle he could and saw that one branch of the plant had grown right through the center of a solid piece of the biggest stone.
Alex squatted next to him and jerked his head to it. “Whenever things get too hard, or I think they’re too hard, I come here and look at that. I found it when I was small, and every year, that branch out of all of them comes back, and the flowers that grow from this one are the most beautiful of the bush.”
To see it, it didn’t seem real, but it was. The branch came right up through the rock.
“See, Robin, if I did believe in God, this would be where I’d worship. This building? The one those rich people built to go to each Sunday and show off their new hats, the wind and the sea showed them the true power and blew it away into the night. This? This is power like that; how one fragile little stalk can push through a solid stone so it could fight to get to the sun. This would be my church.”
Robin had never heard anything so poetic and true. He turned his head to see Alex’s eyes, taking in the branch, and then, he turned his head to Robin. Their faces were so close, Robin could feel his warm breath on his lips. Alex’s eyes were looking into his, and the world around them stopped.
There was no longer a breeze, no sound of the baby birds in the nest above them. His heart was pounding, but he couldn’t hear it, only feel his body shaking with each beat.
Alex licked his lips as his eyes lowered, and then, like he realized what was so close to happening, he turned his head away.
“Um…maybe we should conclude the drawing tomorrow.”
What was the hardest part of writing your book? Trying to get inside the head of the very rich, from all angles, the good and the bad people. I’ve never been rich, so I can mostly only guess at it, but there is a little of everything, from the poor little rich boy in the main role, to the evil rich stepmother.
Do you have any advice for other writers? Simply to keep at it. No matter how hard it seems or how long away that end looks, keep at it until you feel the ending falling into your lap and you get that joy that comes with it. It’s very much like giving birth, putting life into something and watching it grow.
Do you have any genres you prefer reading, and if so what are they? I am pretty eclectic with my reading, and I love a little of everything from political non-fiction, true crime, crime drama fiction, horror, thriller and suspense.
What book are you reading at the moment? My Best Friend’s Exorcism by Grady Hendrix. My two daughters and I have a book club were we each pick a horror novel in turn.
Are any of your characters based on you or people you know? I think all of them are. We, as writers, take a piece of this person, a pinch of that one and cook up an entirely different person, molding them into exactly the one we need for that novel we’re writing at the time. Including ourselves. I’ve added phobias, preferences, my favorite poems and art pieces into books, as my characters’ favorites too.
Do you have a favourite character and/or book you've written? Who, what and why? Still my favorite book is Turquoise. The books follows a group of boys on a Jicarilla Apache reservation and two of the in particular. I loved writing friends falling in love. They were separated for years and to have them come back together, learning about each other all over again and realizing they were meant to be together, it’s never far from my mind when writing love stories.
Do you write often? Do you have a schedule? I work as a caregiver too, so when I can write depends on my other work schedule, and how tired I am at the end of it. I can write at work sometimes, so it helps, but whenever I can get to the keyboard is my current schedule.
Are you a cat person or a dog person? Tell us about your pets. I love both, but I do have a special place in my heart for cats. I have three, and I actually have one dog, and the other two in the home are my grand-doggies. My cats are amazing, funny, have great personalities. Daisy is an old girl, lazy most of the time but loves pets. Sylvester is a tuxedo and he is just a lover. He loves cuddles and to be held and loved on constantly. Minnie is my baby, only a year old, and still very much the kitten. She’s funny, hyper and is coming into a time when she is starting to love pets and loves too, instead of just attacking us when we try! Haha! Then there’s my dog, Tank, and she got that name because she pretty much barrels through life. She’s funny, spoiled and talks all the time. Especially when she wants treats!
If you were stranded on a desert island, what three things (or people) would you want there with you? Oh, my naughty self would take Joe Manganiello, Mischa Collins and Charles Michael Davis. Oh, the times we’d have! Hahaha!!!
Robin Pavasaris was hurrying to the den near his room where Troy waited, ready to give him his lessons for the day and something else. Troy was tall and handsome, in a geeky way, but still, Robin thought he was perfect. Not to mention he loved the guy.
Their affair had started months previous, right around his eighteenth birthday. Troy and he had flirted for the last couple years of Troy’s employment as his tutor, but he told Robin he could do nothing about it, since Robin was underage. Once Robin hit that magic, invisible marker, they’d kissed, made love, and since then, the lessons had been cut short in favor of spending hours in bed instead.
When he got into the room, there he was, his boyfriend. Well, technically he wasn’t allowed to call Troy that. Officially, he was Robin’s tutor, but he could have his secret.
“Hey,” he purred.
“Shh. Close the door,” Troy chided. After Robin did just that, he rushed to the table in the middle of the room, the big glass and chrome desk pushed to the back of the room near the oversized windows and sat close to Troy.
After a fast kiss on Troy’s succulent lips, Robin whispered, “I missed you.”
Troy was light skinned and marked with a thousand freckles, and Robin was in love with every single one of them. “Stop horsing around, Robin. You have three finals coming up and if you fail, your mother will kill me. She has to show your grades to your father.”
“I know, but I concentrate so much better after we…you know.”
Robin was terribly shy, but with Troy, he felt he could let his hair down a little. Not that his actual hair could be let down, as short as it was, never growing over the tops of his ears, like his mother liked it. The sandy blond color came from his father, as Chelsea’s was strict black, but he did inherit her cat-green eyes.
“Not now,” Troy told him, impatient. “Work first, and if we have time…then we’ll fuck.”
“Don’t say it like that,” Robin pleaded, his romantic sensibilities unable to see anything they were doing as less than the purest form of adoration.
“Fine. We can make love. Get that book open. I already have your assignments lined out from the website.”
After a long sigh of disappointment, Robin set his mind to task, wanting to do what he had to, to make Troy happy.
He didn’t care much if his grades suffered. He’d always been a straight-A student, so if his grades flagged some, it wouldn’t hurt him much. He’d been accepted into a top college, several, in fact, all far from home so he’d never have to visit if he didn’t want to.
The pages of the book were a blur as he read fast, taking in at least most of the information. He studied in his room at night, and thought he was likely ready for his finals, but he’d never disappoint Troy.
“Okay, finish up with that, study those last four pages, they’re big on the exam, then let’s get to trig.”
“Ugh. I hate trig. I have to think too much.”
He finally got laughter from Troy. “I used to say the same thing. It’ll all come in handy once you get to college.” He softened more and asked, “Are you excited? To go?”
“Yes. Very. I still hope you can come with me.”
“I live here, Robin. You need to go, start your life.”
Like every time he said things like that, Robin’s heart squeezed painfully, and he felt tears springing to his eyes, that he quickly blinked away. “You’re…you’re part of my life, Troy.”
“Right now, I am. Robin, I said we’ll talk about this stuff later. Okay?”
Time felt like it was ticking louder and louder in his head, his heart beating right along with it, faster and faster, until he felt like he couldn’t breathe. “It’s always later, Troy, and this is it! There is no more later! I’m going away after the summer and we’ll… we might never see each other again!”
Troy took his face into both hands and stopped Robin’s tirade with a kiss. At first, Robin tried to pull back from the kiss, but like always, Troy’s warmth, the most warmth he’d gotten from another human in his life, won over his pain. He let himself be kissed, tilting his head and letting his breathing finally slow.
When the kiss ended, Troy’s saliva drying on Robin’s lips, he was again lulled into a sense of love and need. “Let’s get back to work, and I promise, Robin, we’ll talk soon.”
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I love writing, it's been my dream for many years, and in October of 2013, when my first book went live on Amazon, that dream came true.
Writing love stories that are centered on flawed but lovable characters is my passion. Finding love between people isn't easy, nor should it be. Even in a book, there have to be obstacles for the story to feel real.
I am a mother of three amazing people, and three adorable fur babies. I live in Colorado but love many other places besides my home. One state in particular is New Mexico, the state where I was born has always held a place in my heart.
People and places make my stories what they are. Each character I've written is a part of me in some way. Each place I write is as well. Adventures come in many ways, and each of my stories has taken me on an adventure that I treasure.
Come with me on my adventures and fall in love with my characters, as I have. I promise, you will love the ride.