Louise Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the Church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy. Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of eight, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered Fan Fiction in her late twenties.
Posting stories based on some of her favorite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing “hobby” more seriously.
Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad Dobermann, and a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider, and loves to run long distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races into the house afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes.
Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and joy, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.
Shy and geeky Rhys White, has recently been ditched by his boyfriend of five years. On top of that he’s been made redundant from his job as a computer programmer.Tired of being boring and unadventurous, he throws caution to the winds and buys a plane ticket to Peru.Rhys’ adventure in Peru starts out well, but then disaster strikes. All of his belongings are stolen. Everything is gone—passport, wallet, phone, clothing, the lot.Stranded in Cuzco, not too far from the famous Machu Picchu, Rhys tries to find someone to help him. He’s about to give up, when a sexy Brazilian named Rafael, comes to his rescue…
“OH, FUCK. What am I doing here?” Rhys asked himself out loud. “Why didn’t I listen to Mum?” He could remember the conversation, almost word for word.
“Peru? Why on earth would you want to go there, love?” she had demanded incredulously, her Welsh lilt more pronounced than usual. She had retained it even after moving to Manchester when Rhys was a toddler. His father was a Mancunian and he hadn’t wanted to live too far from the city.
“Because… there’s a lot of… interesting stuff there,” Rhys had answered.
“There’s interesting stuff here. Why do you have to head off to the other side of the world? On your own!”
In truth, Rhys had decided on a trip to that particular country without thinking it through. There were a lot of interesting things there. He had been reading the Lonely Planet guide to Peru and had decided he was keen to hike the Inca Trail, to visit the Floating Islands, and to fly over the Nazca Lines. But what had actually given him the idea was the black-eyed stare of the Paddington Bear toy which sat on his pillow. Paddington was the first gift Jonathan had given him. Jonathan, who had confessed to sleeping with someone else—two someone elses in fact—after five years together. He had admitted this during his curt announcement he was leaving Rhys. The bastard.
Rhys replayed those horrible few minutes in his head for about the hundredth time.
“We need to talk.” One of the most ominous-sounding phrases possible—at least Rhys had thought so when Jonathan grunted it at him. His stomach had flipped over as he waited for his lover to continue. He didn’t bother to prompt him with a question. He had sensed things weren’t right for a while, but he hadn’t had the courage to broach the subject. He hadn’t wanted to hear that it was over.