Today is finally the release day of #SlidingIntoMyDMs. It feels like I wrote it forever ago, and I guess I did. I started writing it last summer, when JMS Books put out an in-house submission call. The theme was “falling into love on social media.” We could either pick an existing SM platform where our MCs would meet and fall in love, or we could come up with a new one. The title for the submission call was #Love, and the title of our stories had to start with a hashtag.
It’s a multi-authored series and half of the books will be released today, and the rest on Saturday.
I loved writing this story, and I had even more fun making promo pictures for it. My characters, Eddy and Moss, are old acquaintances and they reconnect after not having seen each other in years when Moss slides into Eddy’s Insta DMs. So when it was time to make promo pics, I thought I wonder if there’s an app where I can fake Insta DMs?
Google told me that yes, there are indeed several apps that can be used to fake DM conversations or posts or stories. So I downloaded Funsta, rolled up my sleeves, and got to work. I created fake profiles for the two MCs, EddddyPenn and MossWithTheHammer (do you know how hard it is to come up with imaginary Instagram user names for imaginary people? 😁 ), posted a fake picture (the one above), and made fake DM exchanges using actual conversations from the book.
It was so much fun! Which is why I’m indulging myself with another promo pic in this post 😁
“Hi. I heard you’ve been sick.”
Eddy Pennington is recovering from a severe bout of pneumonia when an old acquaintance, Moss, sends him a message on social media. They haven’t spoken in years, but Eddy is pleasantly surprised. He always liked Moss even if they were never close friends.
Moss Fanning has no ulterior motive with his message: all he wants is wish Eddy a speedy recovery. He got over the crush he used to have on Eddy a long time ago.
They reconnect easily and have even more in common now. And when they meet in person, the attraction is instant. Will an innocent, well-meaning message on social media lead to something more? Something deeper? Something…everlasting?
M/M Contemporary / 21998 words
What do people do when they have to REST? I’m one second away from dying of boredom. Send help!
I stare at the message for a while, but no instant reply appears, so I toss the phone on the coffee table with a huff. Isn’t it terrible when people have lives and things to do and ignore their poor sick friends?
I switch on the TV, determined to find something on Netflix, and after scrolling too long without anything appealing to me, I settle on a movie with Keanu Reeves. At least I’ll be entertained by some first-rate eye candy if nothing else. The movie has absolutely no plot, it’s one explosion after another, and even Keanu can’t save it, no matter how fine he is, so when the phone vibrates on the table, I snatch it up so quickly I almost fall off the couch in my eagerness.
It’s a reply from Moss, and if I were the kind of person to get giddy, I would be now.
Moss: I’m sorry for abandoning you in your time of need, but I’m afraid I was on uncle duty. I’m happy you enjoyed the music. I knew you would. As for your question: I think most people enjoy lying around, doing nothing. At least for a little while. Have you tried Netflix?
Eddy: Yes. I’m watching it now. But not even Keanu Reeves can keep me entertained.
Moss: Well…he isn’t the world’s greatest actor…
Eddy: Oh no, honey! I’m not watching the movie for his ACTING skills.
Moss: I see. Then you really must be bored out of your mind if not even a fine man can keep you diverted. I don’t remember that ever being a problem.
Eddy: Hey! I was young. Ever heard of hormones?
Moss: Dude, we’re the same age. I had them, too. But not like you. No one could compete with you.
I chuckle and feel ridiculously proud when I don’t cough afterward.
Eddy: What can I say? I was a manwhore. But I’m not anymore.
Moss: Ah, you all settled down now?
Eddy: If you mean ‘married to my job’ – then yes.
Moss: So you switched one obsession for another? 😉
Eddy: That’s eerily correct. How do you know me so well after not seeing each other for so long?
Moss: I don’t actually. Just a lucky guess. I don’t know a lot of what’s going on in your life, it’s not like you flood my feed with pictures.
Eddy: No, I’m not the biggest fan of social media. It was fun in the beginning, but now it just feels like more spaces where people can be assholes to each other.
Moss: Very true.
Eddy: That turned depressing fast. I’m sure you’re ecstatic you reached out to me.
Moss: I am. I always liked you. I’ve always wondered why we never ended up as friends.
Eddy: I don’t know. I liked you, too.
Moss: So tell me about yourself, what are you up to these days? Except for working. I know all about that. Steve says it’s all you talk about.
Eddy: I’m boring. I work. Work-out. Hang out with my sister and her wife and let them rope me into helping them with projects around the house. Not that they need me to help them; I’m convinced they do it because they feel sorry for me.
Moss: No nieces or nephews to spoil?
Eddy: No. They had a cat, but it died. It escaped the house and got run over by a truck. They were devastated.
Moss: Oh, man, that’s horrible.
Eddy: Yeah. It’s been a couple years now though, so I’m considering taking them to a shelter. It’s time they get another one.
Moss: Sounds like you’re still close to your sister.
Eddy: Always. There’s no one more important in my life right now than her.
Moss: Does that mean there’s no husband or partner in the picture to get jealous of your sister.
I blink and burrow down in my pillow tower. I didn’t expect that question. At least, not worded like that, laced with interest. Is he trying to find out if the coast is clear?
I know he’s bi; the picture of the bi-flag on his Instagram account for National Coming Out Day a few years back would have been a dead giveaway if I hadn’t already known. But why would he be interested in me?
Only one way to find out.
Eddy: Nope. Not even my Grindr account gets any action these days. Why do you want to know?
Moss: Just curious.
Eddy: Is that so? It sounded like more than curiosity. It sounded like probing.
I add a couple of smiley faces to make sure he knows I’m kidding. Or flirting? No, not flirting.
I go to his feed again and look at pictures of him. I wouldn’t mind exploring his fine-looking body and discovering if he’s as hairy underneath the clothes as I hope he is. I used to be attracted to skinny twinks when I was younger, but my tastes have changed over the years. Matured, aged with me, and Moss in his early forties is pushing all my buttons and then some.
When a new message notification lights up, I click it immediately.
What if it was? Would you mind?