Monday, 18 November 2013

Release day guest post from Ruthie Knox: Driving in cars with boys

Yay! it's release day for the second instalment in Ruthie Knox's fantastic 5 part serialised novel Roman Holiday. I devoured part one Chained last week which introduced us to chained up bikini clad Ashley Bowman and property developer Roman Diaz. Ashley has chained herself to a tree to block the path of the bulldozers that are about to tear down the crappy vacation rentals in her Florida Keys childhood home. What Ashley didn't plan for was the seriously gorgeous developer Roman Diaz, who having bought the plot fair and square from Ashley's grandmother before she died, has big plans to turn it into an enormous posh resort. With a hurricane planned to hit the area Roman desperately needs Ashley out of harms way but Ashley is determined that Roman sees her side of the story and takes Roman on a little road trip.

So to celebrate the release of Roman Holiday 2: Hitched the lovely Ruthie Knox has a little guest post on driving in cars with boys. Enjoy!

Roman Holiday 2: Hitched
Ruthie Knox
Publisher: Loveswept
Publication date: 18th November 2013

Ruthie Knox’s eBook original serial, Roman Holiday, continues in Episode 2, as Ashley and Roman flee an oncoming hurricane by hitting the highway—only to encounter some outrageous bumps in the road.

Roman Díaz isn’t thrilled about being forced to evacuate Ashley Bowman from the Florida Keys—and that’s before he sees the decrepit Airstream trailer she wants to hook up to his shiny new Escalade. Ashley’s in way over her head, and the only way she knows to beat Roman is to get some help from a friend . . . in Georgia. She can put up with Roman’s fury at the unexpected detour, no problem. It’s the bizarre thrum of attraction between them that she could do without. And yet there’s something about being hitched to Roman that makes Ashley never want to let go.

Driving In Cars with Boys

It’s possible that I have a thing about cars.

Road trips. Meaningful music choices. Dusk, headlights, highway.

His hand on your thigh, squeezing. His profile. His hands on the steering wheel.

Are any of you old enough to remember that old Matthew Modine wrestling movie, Vision Quest? He’s a competitive high school wrestler who’s trying to drop two weight classes while inconveniently falling in love with a worldly twenty-one-year-old Linda Fiorentino, who’s renting a room in his dad’s house.

Great movie. It’s basically a New Adult novel, with a fabulous supporting cast and a lot of Pennsylvania wrestling hotness.

Anyway, there’s this scene in Vision Quest where he’s driving her somewhere, and she’s talking about how her favourite part of a man’s body is his hands. Matthew Modine does this thing with his own hands on the wheel, tapping them, pointing, joking around.

I can’t even think about it without dying a little.

I think, too, of high school, when so many afternoons would find me piling into a car with five or six other people, some of them male people. When the ride home would meander from one friend’s house to another, with no value being placed on irrelevant factors like how long it would take to get there because the journey itself was the point. Because we were the point, piled in that car together.

The music, the laughter, the bodies, the crazy release of being done with school and having this slice of time that belonged only to us.

When I think of driving in cars with boys, I think about how the destination is never the point. How he is the point.

The thing about cars is that they’re intimate, but in an utterly ordinary way. Like, you go in a guy’s bedroom and close the door, and both of you have to acknowledge that a thing is happening, or poised to happen. But when you climb into a car with him, you’re in an even smaller space, closed off from the rest of the world—and yet there is this pretence that everything is utterly normal.

You’re just driving, okay? But there’s this question mark. Is he noticing you the way you’re noticing him? Did he pick that song because he thought you’d like it? Did his forearm glance over your thigh when he reached for the glove box on purpose, or by accident?

And the whole time, the tension is ratcheting and ratcheting up.

Plus, of course, car sex. Both the reality of car sex (awkward) and the entire cultural build-up we’ve created around car sex, which insists that teenagers drive places and park and make out in the backseat, and that everyone loses their virginity in a car on prom night, and windows steam up and shocks get rocked, blow jobs are delivered, accidental pregnancies occur, all of this, all of it, happening in cars with boys.

It’s a wonder we can drive straight.

Ruthie Knox’s serial novel, Roman Holiday, is a road trip story that involves rather a lot of driving in cars with boys. The first episode, Chained, is already out. Episode 2, Hitched, releases November 18.

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