Now that I have an Evil Day Job (it’s only evil because it steals writing time from me, other than that, it’s perfectly fine 🙂 ) I commute to work. My husband drives me to the train station, and I take the train from there to Helsingborg, where my office is located. I spend 35-ish minutes on the train, and most of the time, I sit here:
This four-seater is located in the silent compartment on the train, and most of the time, it’s free when I board the train, so I can snag it before everyone else climbs on board. I want to avoid listening to other people’s conversation that early in the morning; I just want peace and quiet.
And Valentin and Runar in Secrets on a Train are the same, so it’s in the silent compartment of the train they meet. And the four-seater in the picture above is where I imagine most of the story is taking place.
It’s a short (app 9900 words) flirty story with two strangers who meet in the silent car and converse by writing on paper, or in the notes app on the phone. I’m calling it a modern epistolary story since most of the MCs’ conversation is written, even if they’re sitting across from each other on a train.
Does that sound like something you’d be interested in? If yes, it’s now up for pre-order at JMS Books.
It’s the fountain pens that capture Valentin’s attention on the morning commute, not the perfectly imperfect man who spends his train rides using them. Not his pinstriped suits, his chin-length hair, or his perpetually raised eyebrow. But one morning when the man strikes up a written conversation, Valentin gives up all pretense. It’s not just the pens. It’s the man. Runar.
The conversations continue, and the men get to know each other better, sharing secrets they’ve never told another soul. The connection is powerful, growing stronger with every encounter, every scribbled conversation, every scorching look. But can secrets shared on a train be enough to build a forever?
M/M contemporary / 9889 words
Coming on February 5
Nell Iris 