Work in Progress and Teaser Tuesdays

Welcome to my new writer's website and blog! The main reason for its existence is so that I can share my work, my thoughts, my literary passions and any insights I might gain into the writing process. Part of that sharing will include regular updates of any current work in progress. You may notice that at the top of this page, there's a WIP word count to monitor my progress. Also, the third tab up above points you to the page where you can find out more about whichever book I'm working on at the moment.In fact, these are planned to appear on Tuesdays - hence the natty title of 'Teaser Tuesdays'. My current work in progress is a Gay romance/BDSM tale with the working title of Taking the Gardener. The first extract comes from Chapter One of the projected 60,000 word book. Comments regarding the book, the site, or the blog are all welcome either on here or by email. Oh, and I've got a Twitter account too, so if that's your thing then follow along @tjmasters and let's get talking!

Eric walked into the kitchen (which bore the distinction of being large and old-fashioned; apparently there was variety in Pittlesburne after all) to get a glass of water. But as he walked around the big farmhouse-style table, the view from the window stopped him dead in his tracks.The back garden was both huge and far better tended than he would have expected given the riotous growth of weeds out front. That wasn’t what got Eric’s attention though. What made him stop and stare was the very fit looking young man who happened to be in the middle of standing up to stretch his back as Eric reached the sink.He was one of those young guys who are on the shorter side, but all muscle – ‘compact’ was the word that sprang to Eric’s mind. This particular specimen possessed blond hair that was ever so slightly dampened by sweat and the kind of tan one did not normally find among residents of the British Isles. Aiding Eric’s appreciation of said tan was the fact that the young man was shirtless, revealing that the bronzed tone of his skin reached down to at least as far as where his underwear poked up from the back of his jeans.Eric’s brain kicked back into action after a good ten seconds of mindless gawking on his part, and he was able to take in the rest of the scene: the wheelbarrow, the pile of fresh grass clippings, the garden rake lying on the ground nearby. The captivating country lad was the gardener, it seemed.