What’s in a name?
Guest post by Kimber Vale
Back when I was pregnant with my second child and still slaving as a nurse, I worked with a unit secretary named Cori. Cori was young (maybe twenty-one, tops), gay, and fantastically flamboyant. I don’t think he owned a shirt or tie that wasn’t in the pink-peach-purple spectrum, and he rocked them all. His hair was always perfectly gelled for that careless, messy look that was anything but careless or messy. He had a perfect little body and a gorgeous baby face, and I’m sure he is making some lucky bastard very happy these days.
Cori was opinionated about life and love, and gave romantic advice out like Halloween candy. I wish I could say I got to know him well, but I was an old woman (twenty-nine—sob!), married, pregnant, weeks away from hanging up my stethoscope for fulltime motherhood, and no longer in the go-out-and-party-after-work stage by the time he started on my floor. So, I missed out on most Cori-isms, much to my current chagrin. I’d definitely love to pick his brain now.
I do recall one quick conversation we had with crystalline clarity, though.
Like I said, I was pregnant, and for whatever reason, the topic of baby names came up. Cori asked me what we were planning to name my son. I told him (sorry—can’t divulge) and Cori oooed most exuberantly and told me my unborn baby was going to get crazy-laid with that name. “Oh my God—that is such a hot name!”
Being the person I am, I was happy for this news. Like when the tech performs the ultrasound and tells you your kid has all the expected toes and fingers. Yay! My boy will have loads of sex just because I picked a great name for him!
I laughed and asked Cori if he got laid just because of his name.
Yes, he told me matter-of-factly. Cori with an “i” is original and sexy and a total boost in the booty department. Granted, the way that boy strutted his stuff was probably a bigger factor. He could have been named Reginald and he’d still have been a hot ticket. Of course, Cori did fit him exactly.
I told him I loved the name Cori. That I have a cousin with the same name.
“How does he spell it?” he asked me.
“K-O-R-Y,” I told him.
“Oh, okay. That’s cool. The K makes it hot. C-O-R-Y is lame.”
This Cori with an “i” conversation came rushing back to me when I named my MC in Crossed Hearts. I went with the K, hoping Kory Vansant’s chances of getting laid wouldn’t suffer for my naming or spelling choice. I’m sure his porn involvement didn’t hurt his piece-of-ass percentages either, but he probably wouldn’t have done quite so well for himself as a Reginald. Maybe. ;-)
Crossed Hearts by K. Vale
Book one in the Hearts and Scars series
Kory Vansant doesn’t deserve to be alive.
As time sucks him dry of energy, sapping the final ounces of strength from his congenitally enlarged heart, he's forced to end his career as Kory Kent, porn star. Staring down death, he questions his life choices and prays for a miracle. For another chance at life, he vows to change who he is at his core.
His prayers are answered. A perfect heart now beats in his chest, but it comes at a heavy price. The donor is an innocent young man cut down far too prematurely.
And Kory's blemished history is nowhere near an ideal match.
As his debts skyrocket, Kory can’t help but think his resolve to walk the high road is being tested. After he meets the adorable Will Squire at the gravesite they both visit, he’s doubly damned because there’s no way he can keep up his end of the bargain. What happens when a man breaks a deal with a higher power?
Will often prefers the company of the dead to that of the living. Following a bad breakup, he pours himself into his two jobs—funeral director at his uncle’s mortuary and part-time paramedic. He’s drawn ever closer to Kory, as if fate sticks her fickle hand in and pushes them together like two unlikely puzzle pieces. But sometimes history can’t be buried, and maybe divine intervention isn’t always right. Will discovers everyone is imperfect, no matter how pretty the outer package, and opening one’s heart is never easy, but can be oh so worth the pain.
Words: 70,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance
The man scratched the scrub on his chin. “Heart recipient,” he said finally. “I’m Kory—umm…Kory Vansant.” Holding out his hand, he took another step. Will’s fingers were swallowed in warm skin and bone.
“Will Squire.” Again, he couldn’t tear his gaze from the tease of scar tissue jutting from the crotch of Kory’s shirt collar. The urge to reach out and trace a finger over the pink relief of healed tissue was strong. Just like I touched Brandon’s incision. The stark difference between the two—one wound marking the end of a life and the other a salvation—was surreal. Will was nothing but an outsider looking in on a miracle, but somehow he felt he’d come around full circle.
“Want me to get naked so you can see the whole thing?”
Will closed his eyes for a moment and then looked up, his face flaming with a mix of embarrassment and immediate, fierce arousal. “I’m sorry. Totally rude.”
Kory smiled good-naturedly. “No worries. It’s a way to reclaim who I am, or was. Or some crap. I’m not just my medical status, like they keep saying at my support group.”
“No. Of course you’re not.”
He laughed loud and deep, and the warmth in Will’s face drifted down his body. “I’ve adopted it as my little icebreaker whenever people stare,” Kory said.
“Well, ice broken.” Will gulped. Hell, ice melted into a rolling boil.
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K. Vale writes erotic romance of all stripes, from hot hetero to mouthwatering manlove. Find her MF work published under Kimber Vale. Come for the sex. Stay for the story. Stalk Kimber on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale, and check her site for updates, new releases, and freebies at http://www.authorkimbervale.com.
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