Silvia Violet Guest Post

Please welcome Silvia Violet to the blog today chatting abut her latest release Meteor Strike!

Thank you for having me on the blog today. I’m very excited about re-releasing Meteor Strike and I love Meredith Russell’s design for the cover. This story is special to me, because it’s inspired by my husband who is a physicist and always has great gossip when he returns home from conferences. The blurb and an excerpt from Meteor Strike are listed below. If you haven’t read Astronomical, it is set in the same world and the main characters show up in this story. But first, I’ll let you get to know me a bit better. My daughter and I were making up ice-breaker quizzes for an event for her school so I decided to take one and share it with you.

What is your favorite food? Chocolate cake

What is your favorite book? Pride and Prejudice

What is your favorite candy bar? Skor

What is your favorite cookie? Sugar cookie

What is your favorite sport? Quidditch

What is your favorite kind of music? Very hard to choose because I’m so eclectic. I’ll go with country though right now I’m on a big musical theater kick.

What is your favorite song? “The Room Where It Happens” from Hamilton

What do you want to be when you grow up? An author (does that mean I have to be a grown up now?)

What place would you like to visit? France

Do you play a musical instrument? Which one(s)? Piano, but I’m very rusty

What do you like to do in your free time? Read, take walks, and bake

What is your favorite movie? The 1995 A&E Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth

Who is your favorite historical figure? Alexander Hamilton

If you could each lunch with anyone living, who would it be? Lin-Manuel Miranda

If you could spend a day with someone no longer living, who would it be? Alexander Hamilton (are you seeing the obsession here? LOL)

What three items would you take if you knew you were going to stranded on a tropical island for a year? Coffee, chocolate, and my laptop

What is your favorite season and why? Fall. I love the crisp mornings after the heat of summer and seeing the leaves change. The fall air renews my energy.

Who is your favorite movie star? So hard to choose one but I’ll go with Robert Downey Jr

Who is your favorite Disney princess and why? Belle because she loves to read.

If you could only watch one TV show for the next year, which would it be? Firefly

What famous person do you admire? Lin-Manuel Miranda

And now for more about my story:

Title: Meteor Strike (Astronomers #2)
Author: Silvia Violet
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: August 10, 2016
Genre(s): Contemporary
Page Count: 107
Reviewed by: Steph and Natosha
Blurb:

Astro-physicist Matthew Dansk falls for one of his colleagues during a research trip, but Alan won’t tell anyone he’s gay and he never goes out with the same man twice. Matt is looking for a serious relationship and he doesn’t date men who are in the closet. When the two men part ways, Matt does his best to forget his feelings for Alan.

Months later, Alan winds up in the hotel room next to Matt’s at a conference, and both men realize the chemistry between them hasn’t diminished. As they spend time together, Matt sees a different side of Alan. When he realizes Alan’s feelings for him run deeper than he’d thought possible, he begins to hope that they can be together after all.

Astronomers Series

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Excerpt

I wrestled with the key card, but I finally got the little light to turn green, and I entered the space I had to myself for the entire week. Every time I’d been to a conference since I started grad school, I’d had to share with other students. My advisor at Berkeley never had the funds to get us our own rooms, and I couldn’t afford to pay the extra myself. But now, as a postdoc living in a town with a much lower cost of living than Berkeley, I could afford some privacy.

It would be pure bliss. No colleagues coming in drunk and getting sick on my shoes. No walking in to find two of my roommates going at it like rabbits.

While I couldn’t control how loud the people in adjacent rooms would be, at least I’d have somewhere to hide if I got overwhelmed like I usually did in crowds. I set my luggage down and put my conference badge around my neck. Then I double-checked that I’d put my key card in my wallet and set out to find something to eat before my stomach started eating itself.

When I stepped into the hall, I froze. Alan, the postdoc from Arizona State, was standing in front of the room next door. He’d starred in my sexual fantasies for months. I’d wanted him so badly when I lived in Arizona that I would’ve made a deal with the devil to get him, except for one important detail—he was so deep in the closet he was on an expedition in Narnia. I’d dated a closeted man my first year at Berkeley. Despite the liberal climate, he couldn’t bring himself to “disappoint” his Catholic family. I’d put up with never going out anywhere close to the university and acting like I didn’t even know him when we were on campus, but when he’d told his sister I was no one important after confessing he loved me in bed the night before, I’d broken things off.

I understood why many gay men felt the need to hide, but my boyfriend’s denial of me had hurt more than I’d thought it could. I needed a partner who was willing to be seen with me somewhere other than the dark corner of a bar two towns away. That was one rule I wouldn’t budge on.

Now Alan was here, and seeing him brought all the feelings I’d had for him rushing back. I watched him, unmoving, hoping he wouldn’t notice me. But after he checked his door to make sure it was locked, he turned my way, and his eyes widened.

“Matthew?”

“Yeah.” I stood there, staring stupidly. If anything, Alan had gotten more gorgeous since I’d last seen him nearly a year ago.

“How have you been?” he asked.

“Um…” How had I been? Grumpy, overworked. Longing for someone like him, but not too much like him, just a man as gorgeous and charming who made my heart beat like I’d run a marathon but who knew what he wanted and went after it. “Good. I finished my degree in December, and I’m at LSU now. I’m a postdoc for Greg MacIntyre.”

“I’d heard. Congratulations. That was quite a sought-after spot.”

Heat filled my cheeks. I was proud of winning the position, but I wasn’t good at accepting praise. “I’m happy to be there.”

“You should be.”

“Are you still at Arizona?” I asked. I knew he was, but I needed an easy question.

“I am, but my postdoc ends in August, so I’m considering my options.”

I nodded, not at all sure what to say now. I knew there were plenty of socially useful questions you asked people when you hadn’t seen them in a while, things to keep the conversation going. But I couldn’t think of a single one.

“Have you had lunch yet?” Alan asked.

I shook my head. “No. I was headed downstairs to check out the restaurants.”

“Would you mind some company?”

How the fuck was I going to eat if he was with me? My stomach had been doing backflips since I’d seen him. “Of course not.”

“Great.” He laid a hand on my back and ushered me toward the elevators. It was a completely platonic gesture, one any straight friend might have made, but the heat of his skin burned like he was branding me. I was in so much trouble.

Alan wanted to try the Italian restaurant across the street from our hotel, and I had no reason to argue. The hostess seated us at a corner table. Even though the sun shone outside, the inside of the restaurant was dim. The table wore the quintessential red-checkered tablecloth, and a candle floated in a glass bowl in the center. The setting felt all too much like a date.

Alan grabbed the wine list as soon as the hostess set it down. He perused it while I watched the traffic whiz by outside and wondered how I was going to get through this lunch without embarrassing myself. I kept glancing at Alan. He’d let his hair grow longer since we’d parted ways, and the slightly shaggy, unkempt look was good for him. His cheeks were still plump and adorable. They gave him enough of a boyish look to soften the blow when he cut you down to size in his role as hard-assed king of the lab. And his lips. Full. Soft. I remembered how they felt against mine far too clearly.

Author Bio

Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including sci fi, paranormal, alternate history, and historical.

She can often be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like “Do you write children’s books?” She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she’s actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinful chocolate treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading children’s books to her wickedly smart offspring.

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