Chris, the Guild’s receptionist, finally got me an appointment with Kenon, head of the G3 here in New York City. You’d think that as the author of his book, Kenon would make time for me in his busy schedule, but I had to wait like everyone else.
We’re meeting in his studio space—a grand room that spans the length of one of the Brownstones of the Guild. It’s late afternoon and the sun streams in through the tall windows and heats up the air. Kenon has a couple fans going—I guess it’s difficult to regulate temperature in such an old, large space. I’m sitting on one of his couches and he’s perched on an overstuffed antique chair across from me. He’s dressed in black like always, his hair and guy liner perfect, and wearing his studded cowboy boots that no doubt are custom made.
Me: It’s good to see you again, Kenon. Thanks for letting me stop by and ask a few questions.
Kenon (nods): My fans are always wanting more.
Me: Well, you’re a pretty famous artist. Can you tell me what you’ve been working on lately? I haven’t seen any new paintings on display at any NYC gallery.
Kenon: I’ve been organizing an auction. I’m sure Rocco told you about it. Haven’t had a whole lot of time to paint—though I have a big commission upcoming. Secret client, of course.
Me: Of course. Yes, Rocco said he’d been sculpting for the auction. Something about Andrei trying to buy out the Guild?
Kenon (shouting): Damn Andrei! Damn him! He won’t succeed.
Me: Okay, okay. Let’s talk about you. That’s why I’m here.
Kenon: What do you want to know? I’d think you, of all people, pretty much know me.
Me: Well, readers have been wondering if you really are the jerk you appear. You weren’t very nice to Wally when you met him. I’d say you were almost predatory.
Kenon (leans back in chair and steeples his fingers): I’m complicated. I won’t lie—I was a total jackass when I first targeted Wally. Yes, targeted. But there’s more to me than that. It just takes a while to get to know me—and I don’t let many people know who I truly am. I think the more time people spend around the Guild, the more they will come to realize that I’m not who they think.
Me: Yes, I even learned more about you in book two, Sculptor’s Desire. I think Wally is good for you.
Kenon (smiles): Wally is definitely good for me. He’s brought out things I’ve kept hidden for a long time. He shows me the good in the world.
Kenon: But I still like my guy liner.
Me (laughs): Of course.
Chris (opening studio door and peeking in): Time’s up, Kerry. You know Kenon has a full schedule. Now, shoo!
Me: Okay, I can take a hint. (laughs) Even a not-so-subtle one.
Chris: Out, out!
Kenon: I’ll see you soon, Kerry. I know you’ll be hanging around the Guild more as you write. Maybe I’ll invite you to our next G3 party—those are always fodder for books.
Me: Thanks, I’d like that! I’ll be in touch.
Blurb for Artist’s Touch:
Every starlet wants master painter Kenon Alavi to do her portrait…and more. But Kenon prefers firm to soft and sates his desires with the boyfriends of the women he paints, enjoying the diversity of many lovers but shunning any attachments.
Wallace Harte’s English degree isn’t helping him and working at a bar is the closest he’s gotten to being the Second Coming of Faulkner. Something’s gotta give soon, or he’ll be out on the street.
Kenon zeroes in on the bartender at an art exhibition, intending to add him to his long list of conquests, but Wally bolts, initiating a heated game of cat and mouse. Kenon delights in the game until he discovers what Wally is writing. Feeling betrayed, Kenon swears off all entanglements until he reads Wally’s story and discovers true love is sometimes between the pages and not the sheets.
Inside Scoop: This book contains hot, sexy scenes of M/M interaction of an artistic nature. Who knew having your portrait painted could be so hot?
A Romantica® gay erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
I’ll give away one ebook of Artist’s Touch to someone (random draw) who answers the following: Of all the arts, which is your favorite and why?