Opposites attract is a popular theme for any type of romance novel. The spark of fire between two characters, who are so different it would seem impossible for them to find common ground, can burn hotter than anything else if it is done well.
Whether it is the high school jock falling for the brainy nerd, or the boy next door falling for the town’s resident rebel, opposites seem to attract when it comes to romance.
Perhaps the danger is the lure…
There are few things more dangerous in high school than stepping outside of your own clique and being an individual. I am sure in some schools it is worse than others, but even taking that first step away from your safety zone can be dangerous. Not dangerous in the way of running into a burning building or taking part in extreme sports, but dangerous in setting yourself up to be ostracised from your friends if it all goes wrong.
Bullying in schools is, unfortunately, something that never seems to go away and anyone deemed “different” by the pack is liable to fall victim to the bullies. Falling for someone who is not part of your select group of friends can be social suicide. Falling for a member of your own sex, who is also not a part of your clique, would be doubly so.
So, what makes people step out of their safe zone and take a chance on someone different? Surely not everyone loves the danger.
Perhaps it is the forbidden …
What honour student, who comes top in the class, studies hard and always hands their homework in on time, hasn’t dreamed of bunking off school for the day like the class rebel who seems to have so much more fun?
But that too wouldn’t work in every instance as an explanation. After all, what about the other half of the couple? The class rebel isn’t exactly craving the forbidden, and probably isn’t too enamoured with the idea of sitting in class, no matter how hot the guy sitting next to him is either.
Or maybe it a case of the grass always being greener…
Who hasn’t heard the phrase about the grass always being greener on the other side of the fence? Always thinking that someone else has it better than you to do? Wanting what someone else has?
It is human nature to always want more than what we have and maybe that is why opposites seem to attract, because when we find that special someone who completes us, we get to share in their world and it makes our own that much richer.
I certainly enjoy writing about characters who would seem to be totally unsuited for each other and in my first novel I throw together two men who are complete opposites, and I am cruel enough to make sure their own factions polar opposites as well. After all, what could be more different than an angel down from Heaven and a demon up from Hell?
Machidiel is an angel, the very image of goodness, light and forgiveness. But that doesn’t stop him from falling for Alastor, a demon straight from the bowels of Hell. Forbidden love of the first order and not just dangerous to them, but to Tristan, the human they both fall for.
BETWEEN HEAVEN & HELL by L.M. Brown (Heavenly Sins #1)
Angel Machidiel (Mac) and demon Alastor have been denying the attraction they feel for each other for centuries because relationships between angels and demons are forbidden.
Things change forever when they both fall for the same mortal man and begin a relationship with him. Together with Tristan, the ménage they form is filled with jealousy and insecurities, passion and love. Only time will tell if the relationship they have forged together is made in Heaven or Hell.
Tristan moved the computer mouse over the play button and clicked it. The video stream began with an out-of-focus shot of what appeared like the carpet in the study. Then the image panned out and he saw the face on the screen. It was the face that looked back at him from the mirror, yet he had no recollection of making this recording. Of course, that had been the whole point, hadn’t it?
“Er, hi,” the man on the screen said awkwardly. “I’m Tristan Garrett and in a matter of hours I’m going to lose my memory. But I guess you already know that.
“Your parents and the rest of your relatives should believe you’re dead by now, so don’t go looking them up or anything like that. Your parents were…”
Tristan watched himself falter on the screen.
“Damn, this is pointless,” the recorded Tristan said. “I can’t tell you all about your life in just a few hours. There’d be stuff missing and it’d be like a half-written story with gaps and plot holes. So here’s the important stuff. The stuff you really need to know. It all started on Halloween night the year before last…
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Tristan Garrett could feel the man’s eyes on him as he moved away from the bar. Like many of the men in The Inferno, the stranger had gone all out for Halloween and was the very image of a sexy, badass devil. He wore a pair of fake red horns atop his head; they poked out from his shoulder-length, ebony hair and the lights of the club caught them each time he turned to survey the crowded room.
Even from a distance, he looked amazing. Tristan admired the way his tight leather trousers hugged his shapely arse, and his hands itched to trace the washboard abs that were only partially covered by the black vest.
Tristan wasn’t the only man in the club following the devil’s movements. Several had approached him only to be turned away after only a moment. The direct approach didn’t seem to be working for this guy.
“He’s out of your league,” teased Lawrence, Tristan’s best friend and former lover, when he caught Tristan checking out the devil for the third time in under ten minutes.
“No such thing,” Tristan replied lightly. “You’re the one who taught me to go after what I want and not let anyone tell me I’m not good enough for them.”
Lawrence took a swig from his pint of beer before he answered. “Fifty quid says you can’t pull him.”
Tristan watched as the devil rebuffed the latest man to approach him. The devil smiled in his direction and even though he hadn’t said a word, Tristan sensed he might have a chance if he were to try his luck.
“I’ll take that bet,” Tristan replied quietly. Maintaining eye contact with the devil, he slowly finished his beer and put his glass down on a nearby table. Turning back to Lawrence, he nodded towards the dance floor. They had played this game countless times, and it almost always worked. Lawrence led the way and Tristan followed. Moulding their bodies together, Tristan’s back to Lawrence’s front, they began to slowly move in time to the pulsing beat of the music.
Tristan closed his eyes and rested his head back on Lawrence’s shoulder, letting the taller man set the pace. He knew his fair-skinned looks and spiky strawberry blond hair were complemented by the contrast as he nestled against Lawrence’s dark hair and bulkier frame. He was a fit and healthy twenty-seven year old man, and while he wasn’t the best built guy in town, he knew how to draw attention to himself when he wanted to. Right now he wanted the attention of the devil focused on him. He wasn’t going to chase the other man to win the bet; the devil would come to him. He was absolutely sure of it.
Lawrence whispered the devil’s movements in his ear. “He’s watching us. We’re turning him on. He’s watching me grinding my cock into your arse and wishing it was his.”
Tristan moved back against Lawrence as the other man’s fingers slowly rubbed their way closer to his groin. He guessed that within five minutes the devil would be approaching him, just as they had planned. The devil wouldn’t care he was with another man right now; he’d step in and claim what he wanted, no matter who stood in his way. “Soon,” he whispered, as the slow beat of the music changed to a faster, insistent pace.
Sure enough, just a few minutes later, a hand on his chest caused him to open his eyes. “May I cut in?” the man in front of him asked politely.
Tristan blinked in surprise. It wasn’t the devil who stood before him. Instead, a blond Adonis was asking him to dance. Piercing blue eyes pinned him to the spot and he nodded mutely. The man pulled him into his arms so they were dancing face to face, and close enough for their erections to touch through the material of their jeans.
Lawrence looked slightly unsure as he stepped away. Tristan shrugged and smiled. “Guess I owe you,” he said. The dark-haired devil had left his spot near the bar and disappeared into the crowd. Tristan realised he must have misjudged his potential conquest. He should have kept eye contact with him.
Still, the evening wasn’t a complete loss, not if he ended up going home with the man who was holding him close right now. The devil was forgotten as Tristan gave himself up to the music and the man who held him in his arms.
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