#BlogTour — Conning Colin by Brad Vance ~ Elsa Winters + Guest Post & Giveaway

Please help welcome Brad Vance, author of Conning Colin, today during his blog tour stop at MM Book Escape. We have an interview with Brad, plus an excerpt and an awesome giveaway where one lucky winner will receive an e-book copy of The Road Home. Be sure to check all the great content below.

Welcome, Brad! Tell us a little about yourself and your current book.


1)     Give us an interesting fun fact or a few about your book.


I was brought in to work on another author’s premise, about a virginal gay man who hires an escort to help him discover his sexuality. When I got going, I realized that it would be a lot more fun if the allegedly “glamorous, high end” escort was really just another guy trying to make it in the “gig economy,” and escorting was just one of a couple things he did to make ends meet, barely. It’s so trope for that high end escort character to be all rich and glam, and I thought it would be really fun to undermine that.


2)     How did you come up with the title of your book or series?


Once I realized what the plot was, how ordinary guy Henry Davis had to keep up the mask of being “Harrison Dillon,” to keep paying what’s mysteriously referred to at first as The Bill. Even when he and Colin start to develop feelings for each other, Henry has to keep pretending to be the guy he’s not, even if it means being a con man of sorts.


3)     Have you ever given one of your characters the personality of someone you know?


Other than my own? :) There’s always a lot of me in my characters. Colin’s a voiceover artist, something I’m familiar with from my own audiobook narration, and an actor, which is something I’m exploring more myself. Fortunately, I don’t have his stage fright! Henry’s a budding screenwriter, who does things he doesn’t really love doing for money, to subsidize his creative endeavors – which is the story of my entire adult life.


4)     What do you think makes a good story?


Characters. Period. I’ve learned this as an actor – when we do some pieces in class, it’s less important to do the words line by line than it is to get to the “truth of that character,” even if that means deviating from the script. When characters are real, when their motivations are understood by the author, the story, a good story, will write itself. Of course, you have to start with a solid outline, and your expected ending, but you can’t be married to it. Once the characters come to life, they become different people with different needs and wants than you’d originally planned, and the outline has to bend with that. The worst thing you can do is declare that The Ending is X and then force the characters to conform to that, instead of the other way around.


5)     What does your family think of your writing?


I first told my mom about my budding career in gay erotica back in 2012. I was unemployed, and I wanted to show her that I was indeed making money at something. I didn’t tell her till my first $500 month, and when I did she paused and said… “Well… There sure are a lot of weirdos out there.”

Thank you, Brad 

Conning Colin is available now and on Kindle Unlimited - Check out the book details below!


about the book


Title:  Conning Colin

Author: Brad Vance, Elsa Winters

Publisher:  Zirconia Publishing, Inc.

Release Date: 6/2/17

Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 60,000 words

Genre: Romance, LGBT




Hamilton Dillon is a high class Manhattan escort, polished, well dressed, and cultured. Colin O’Neill is recently divorced, questioning his sexuality, and disappointed by his first fumbling gay hookups. So he figures, why not hire the best of the best to show him the ropes?


What he doesn’t know is that Hamilton Dillon is really Henry Davis, yet another New Yorker living on the financial edge, cobbling together several jobs to make a living.

“Hamilton” has one great suit he can wear on an overnight date, but Henry’s got a good friend at GQ who makes a nice side income renting designer men’s wear for weddings, job interviews, and oh yeah, high end escorts on long weekend assignments.

The “top agency” that represents “Hamilton” is really just a smartass lady in India with a Skype account, whose face Henry’s never seen. Oh, and Henry’s also the gruff and very unpolished New York Straight Man “Dillinger,” a solo porn star.


In other words, he’s not at all who Colin thinks he is. Which is just fine, until their relationship gets… complicated.




Colin O’Neill hung up the phone, dizzy with excitement and fear. He’d done it. He’d called the number, talked to the agency, and booked a “date” with Hamilton Dillon.

He’d looked at Hamilton’s Rentmen.com ad a hundred times, at least, over the last three months. He’d looked forward to new profile photos the way a kid keeps an ear cocked for the ice cream truck. Even though all the profile pictures had been beheaded for discretion, it didn’t matter. Hamilton Dillon had a way of posing that expressed more personality with his body than most other guys ever did with their faces.

The way he sat on a park bench in nothing but a pair of running shorts and Nikes, shirtless, manspread, his arms thrown over the back of the bench, his strong graceful neck taut, telling you that the face just out of frame was tilted up towards the Central Park sunshine, that the man was reveling in his easy beauty, the unique joy that comes from being young and hot and free in New York City…

Then the way he floated in the air in those same shorts and Nikes, leaping for a football, the camera capturing him from behind in the moment the ball touched his fingers, the imminence of his success apparent, ordained, the muscles in his back bunched, the mass of his shoulders gathered together, sweat flying off his brown hair, in the seconds before you knew he landed on the lawn, arms curled around the ball, surely to rise in triumph and be slapped on the back by all his equally hot and shirtless buddies…

The way he sat at a café table, in a slim fit navy blue polo shirt, one of his sculpted vascular arms holding open a well-worn copy of The Fortress of Solitude and the other just toying with a cup of espresso as if it was the back of another man’s hand…

Colin often did something that very few men did anymore, which was to masturbate furiously and successfully to a series of still photos. And with no penises in sight, to boot. He’d done it so often over the last three months that he’d stopped donating his old t-shirts, because he needed them for cleanup duty, at least until they became hopelessly stained.

He had been divorced for six months now, amicably, from a wife who’d pretty much always known he was gay but had decided to let him figure it out for himself. Elspeth was a career woman whose need for a husband was seasonal, from the company picnic in July to the company Christmas party in December, with various client dinners in between.

He was twenty seven years old, and had engaged in sexual intercourse with one woman and two men. Intercourse was pretty much the word for it, he thought. It sounded less like passion and more like, well, cars merging on the freeway, and all three partners had been just about that exciting. (Actually less so, since on the freeway there was always the thrilling risk of death at the hands of someone who’d rather kill you than let you merge.)

Then one night, half drunk and inhibitions lowered, he’d thought, Fuck it, let’s hire a professional and see how it feels when it’s done right.

He’d paged through the escort ads on Rentmen, hundreds of them in Manhattan alone. It was mind numbing, the diversity, and it was overwhelming, the number of choices. He knew he didn’t want to visit Master Bob in his safe and private play space, and he knew he didn’t want to party with Anaconda Joe. The ones who caught his eye were, well yeah, the ones who looked… classy. The one thing he knew he didn’t want was to get ripped off.

And he didn’t want it to feel... He didn’t want to feel like he’d got a burger in a fast food drive through. He wanted it to be special, if that was really possible with a paid companion and not just something that happened to teenage boys in Hollywood movies.

But even the upscale-looking ones, well, there was something about them that… He knew it was good business, to offer yourself up as “versatile,” and available for “mild to wild,” but… Well, the more he saw what he didn’t want, the more a picture began to form in his mind of what he did want. He didn’t want someone who looked like an investment banker but whose profile also said, “Hey I look classy but I can drop it if you just want a dirty pig fest and you’ve got the money for it.”

No. He wanted someone who was one thing. Who wasn’t whoever you wanted him to be. But who was what he said he was. Classy, for real. Not “up for anything.”

And then he found Harrison Dillon.

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Meet the Author




Brad Vance writes romance stories and novels, including the breakout hits "A Little Too Broken" and "Given the Circumstances." Keep up with Brad at BradVanceAuthor.com, email him at BradVanceAuthor@gmail.com, and friend him on Facebook at facebook.com/brad.vance.10.