Wohoo… I’m having Amy Lane as my guest today! Are you all properly excited? I am, and I won’t keep you long. I’ll let Amy have the spotlight and talk about family life and new books and all manner of fab topics. Take it away, Amy!
So, the other day I posted a brief family conversation on Twitter—I’ll embed it here:
ZB, on video coms: OMG YOU ARE SO IMMATURE!
On screen we see his 11YO playmate has built a… structure.
Mate: A dick joke is still a dick joke.
Chicken: One of the balls hasn’t dropped.
Mate: Need some overgrown weeds at the bottom.
ZB: Dude, the family has suggestions…
— amy lane (@amymaclane) July 3, 2018
And somebody who laughed said something like, “I’d love a live stream of your family!”
Of course the thought gave me hives—I mean, I’m writing a blog post in my underwear and it’s not pretty—but I got the sentiment. My family cracks me up. All four of my kids are snarky, funny, and articulate.
But more than that.
When I was a kid, I’d go over to my friends’ houses and it would occur to me—not everybody talks the way my family does. Of course my own parents had a slightly meaner, baby-boomer + first-responder sense of humor, and as a parent I’ve done my best to lose that aspect of my personality but still—we talked. We argued. We perfected the 70’s/80’s art of the “burn”.
We laughed. We laughed a lot.
Not all of my friends did.
Some of them simply existed in their rooms. Some of them resented their parents’ every incursion into their lives. Some of them had never shoved five people into a Volkswagen bus and gone cross country for weeks, forced to either love each other or become a family horror story on the side of the road.
So when I write families, I’m writing families like mine. I have faith in the capacity for human connection—and how that makes us better people as a whole.
The Robbins-Lowells and Robbins-Graysons are like that.
When I started this series, when Tino Robbins met Channing Lowell, Tino came complete with a mother and father and two sisters—and those people didn’t go away. Channing already had a child—his young nephew Sammy, and they became their very own family. When Tino’s sister married his slacker best friend—who turned out not to be such a slacker after all—and they became the Robbins-Graysons, they immediately set about populating the world with snarky, unique individuals who would make their family even more colorful.
And each book came, and the family got bigger, noisier, more chaotic—but at its heart is the start of all families.
Two people who look at each other and say, “We have so much love we want to share.”
A Fool and His Manny is the fourth book of the series—and it can be read as a standalone.
Families can be so much fun in big, happy, chaotic groups, right?
A Fool and His Manny
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Seeing the truth and falling in love.
Dustin Robbins-Grayson was a surly adolescent when Quinlan Gregory started the nanny gig. After a rocky start, he grew into Quinlan’s friend and confidant—and a damned sexy man.
At twenty-one, Dusty sees how Quinlan sacrificed his own life and desires to care for Dusty’s family. He’s ready to claim Quinlan—he’s never met a kinder, more capable, more lovable man. Or a lonelier one. Quinlan has spent his life as the stranger on the edge of the photograph, but Dusty wants Quinlan to be the center of his world. First he has to convince Quinlan he’s an adult, their love is real, and Quinlan can be more than a friend and caregiver. Can he show Quin that he deserves to be both a man and a lover, and that in Dusty’s eyes, he’s never been “just the manny?”
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About Amy Lane
Amy Lane has two kids in college, two gradeschoolers in soccer, two cats, and two Chi-who-whats at large. She lives in a crumbling crapmansion with most of the children and a bemused spouse. She also has too damned much yarn, a penchant for action adventure movies, and a need to know that somewhere in all the pain is a story of Wuv, Twu Wuv, which she continues to believe in to this day! She writes fantasy, urban fantasy, and gay romance–and if you accidentally make eye contact, she’ll bore you to tears with why those three genres go together. She’ll also tell you that sacrifices, large and small, are worth the urge to write.