Rick R. Reed, The Joyful Approach

Hallelujah! It’s “Raining Men” In Here! And Rick R. Reed Has Brought Goodies!

Lily and RRR at Gas WorksWhat is Romance? A Guest Blog By Rick R. Reed

So one of the comments I’ve been seeing since the release of my new book, Raining Men is “this is NOT a romance.” Ironically, almost all of these reviews have been raves, so it’s NOT a complaint at all. But I cringe when I see it.

This bugs me for a few reasons:

1. Such a comment has the potential to turn romance readers away. And what romance author wants to do that? Romance readers are my main target market. Besides, see below for why I think saying such a thing isn’t correct.
2. Such a comment is magnanimous, setting the speaker up as the authority on what constitutes romance. I just spent about an hour researching the term on line and I couldn’t find a list of specific rules that a book must follow in order to qualify as a romance. The only common denominator I could find in all the information I sorted through boiled down to two words: love story.
3. Raining Men was written with the intention that it is a contemporary romance and I believe, with all my heart, that it is.

Now, is it a typical romance? No. Is it a formula romance? No.

But is it a romance? Oh yes.

And I’ll tell you why and what, to me, constitutes a romance and how my books fits in that category. First and foremost, Raining Men is a love story. It is about two men, both damaged, both in varying stages of the process of coming to terms with who they are, falling in love and finding their happily-ever-after with that one special person. I think it’s this business of “coming to terms with who they are” is what may have prompted some people to comment that this is not a romance. They say that it is, instead, about a journey of self-realization.

The book is, indeed, that. We’ve all heard the old adage, “you can’t love someone else until you learn to love yourself” and that’s really what Raining Men is all about. My main character is a wounded and often vain and despicable man, who did not understand nor value himself. His journey in the book is all about discovering who he is and loving what good there is within him.

But the purpose of taking that journey was to find love, one special love that went beyond all the endless hooking up my main character did before he took this journey to discover the good person hiding beneath his porn-star handsome exterior.

And how could a journey whose ultimate destination is about finding one’s own true love not be a romance? Beats me.

You can say Raining Men may not be your cup of tea. That’s fine; that’s your personal opinion. But please don’t say it’s not a romance because it really, really is. Really.

How we define romance, how we define love stories, hell, how we define love itself varies from person to person.

I think broad labels are fine. They help us find things; they help us determine where things fit. But I think it’s also a good idea for each person to keep an open mind about what constitutes a particular genre and what doesn’t.

In the end, you may find that if you keep that open mind, you may open yourself up to some pretty wonderful stuff that you may not have even realized you would like.

The same goes for food. At least that’s what Mom and Dad always told me and they were right.

So, if someone tells you my new book Raining Men is not a romance, you tell them: “I’ll be the judge of that.”


Blurb for Raining Men

The character you loved to hate in Chaser becomes the character you will simply love in Raining Men.

It’s been raining men for most of Bobby Nelson’s adult life. Normally, he wouldn’t have it any other way, but lately something’s missing. Now, he wants the deluge to slow to a single special drop. But is it even possible for Bobby to find “the one” after endless years of hooking up?

When Bobby’s father passes away, Bobby finally examines his rocky relationship with the man and how it might have contributed to his inability to find the love he yearns for. Guided by a sexy therapist, a Sex Addicts Anonymous group, a well-endowed Chihuahua named Johnny Wadd, and Bobby’s own cache of memories, Bobby takes a spiritual, sexual, and emotional journey to discover that life’s most satisfactory love connections lie in quality, not quantity. And when he’s ready to love not only himself but someone else, sex and love fit, at last, into one perfect package.

Excerpt from Raining Men:


Bobby’s Dream

THUNDER rumbles. Rain hisses. Flashes of lightning—brilliant and blue white—rip across the sky.
I know I’m dreaming, yet something about this whole scenario seems as real as the nose on my face, the hair on my head, the dick swinging between my legs.

In addition to the natural sounds of the storm, there’s another noise, and it makes me smile. Music. Rising. Percussion. Disco beats. And the powerful wail of Martha Wash and the Weather Girls singing “It’s Raining Men.”

I’m standing under some kind of awning—red, canvas—watching the rain pour down not in drops, but sheets. Blinding. The flashes of lightning are like a disco strobe light, revealing in flashes of blue and silver, a darkened cityscape. Night. But a netherworld cityscape, blue gray, unreal.

It’s the music that makes me want to move out from under the awning. The music that has me smiling, my hips, head, and arms in synchronized rhythm with the beat.


Even the rain, a cold shock to my naked body, isn’t enough to keep me from driving myself out into the downpour to dance to the song, which has long been a favorite of mine.

What a delicious notion—raining men! Men falling from the skies! More men than one can shake a stick at (or something that rhymes with stick, heh-heh).

I look up into the midnight-blue clouds, my mouth and eyes open to the water pouring down, and I see it: the first of the men.

I stare in wonder as he drops from the sky. A blond Adonis, smooth and muscled, allover tanned with a dick thick, long, and perfectly hard, pointing back up at the sky. He lands somewhere outside my vision, and I dance, spinning toward where I saw him fall, hoping to find him where he has landed so I can say hello, reach out and touch him.

But before I can make any progress, another man falls from the sky. This one is hirsute, bearded, husky but hard-muscled, putting me in mind of the actor Jeffrey Dean Morgan. He smiles. Before I can even smile back, other men tumble from the skies, and I want to laugh, cry out in jubilation at my good fortune.

It truly is raining men!


They start raining faster now—blonds, redheads, brunets, black, white, Asian, Latino (yum), lanky, beefy, short, tall—all the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. All naked.

All for me!

I raise my arms and shout, “Come to Papa!”

And they do.

The first body hits me hard, feeling more like a ton of concrete instead of the delicious marriage of sinew, skin, and bone that I have come to know and love as the male form. I collapse to the ground, wind knocked out of me, and look up at the man who has rained down on me. He seems to have no awareness that I am beneath him, and I scurry to get out from underneath the crushing weight threatening to suffocate me, pressing my bones into the wet concrete beneath my back.

I manage to get out just as another man drops from the sky, a hot African American, bald, and looking just like Taye Diggs. I scramble free of his path, but he lands on my leg anyway as I crawl through the rain-slicked street.

I hear my leg break with a sickening crack. It takes only seconds for the pain to radiate throughout my entire body.

I roll over, gasping, wincing, groaning, and look up to see an entire sea of naked men falling from the sky in ever-increasing velocity—all headed straight for me.

The music reaches a crescendo in time with my shrieks.


The sheets beneath him were twisted and damp with sweat. He gasped, trying to regulate his heartbeat, which was jackhammering so hard he expected to look down and see it lifting the skin off his chest. A cartoon heart.

The room was silent.

Where did the music go? Martha? Weather Girls?

Where was the rain? The thunder?

He breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly.


Just a dream. A nightmare.

Where are all the men?

Finally, he grinned, turning over in his bed.

Why, there’s one! Lying right next to me, looking at me with a concerned face, a handsome face. Even in a darkened bedroom, Bobby could still tell if they’re hot or not. It was his specialty.

This one, with a mop of curly blond hair and pecs like Michael Phelps, was a ten.

His voice was husky, sleep-choked. “Dude. You were having a nightmare. You okay?”

He placed what was meant to be, Bobby was sure, a comforting hand on Bobby’s chest. Bobby cringed a little, moving away.

This has never happened before.

I have no idea who he is.

Before Bobby could stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth, they came. “Who the fuck are you?”


Photo on 2013-07-28 at 17.32 #2Rick R. Reed Biography

Rick R. Reed is all about exploring the romantic entanglements of gay men in contemporary, realistic settings. While his stories often contain elements of suspense, mystery and the paranormal, his focus ultimately returns to the power of love. He is the author of dozens of published novels, novellas, and short stories. He is a three-time EPIC eBook Award winner (for Caregiver, Orientation and The Blue Moon Cafe). Lambda Literary Review has called him, “a writer that doesn’t disappoint.” Rick lives in Seattle with his husband and a very spoiled Boston terrier. He is forever “at work on another novel.”

Visit Rick’s website at http://www.rickrreed.com or follow his blog at http://rickrreedreality.blogspot.com/. You can also like Rick on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/rickrreedbooks or on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/rickrreed. Rick always enjoys hearing from readers and answers all e-mails personally. Send him a message at jimmyfels@gmail.com

Buy Links for Raining Men
Amazon (Kindle) http://www.amazon.com/Raining-Men-ebook/dp/B00D3XHMFW
Amazon (paperback) http://www.amazon.com/Raining-Men-Rick-R-Reed/dp/1623807220/
Dreamspinner (paperback): http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3873
Dreamspinner (ebook) http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3826




18 thoughts on “Hallelujah! It’s “Raining Men” In Here! And Rick R. Reed Has Brought Goodies!

  1. I loved Chaser, and now i’m doubly intrigued by Raining Men. I know everyone doesn’t feel this way, but i love being surprised by a story.
    Please toss my name in the giveaway hat for this one.


  2. Funny – I was going to drop you a note on FB that I’m reading “Raining Men” and that you’re totally breaking me again, when I came across your post. You defend the book’s place in the romance genre. Well, okay then, but it’s not an *ordinary* romance. It’s a lot more than that. I have become a bit tired of the “boy meets boy, they resolve one obstacle, they fall in bed and have their HEA” pattern in m/m romance. The tropes in m/m are different from f/m, where a struggling single mother starts a business and falls in love with a man who is, secretly, her best client. He is rich and powerful and once they get together, she has her Cinderella ending and can give up working entirely. I found that pattern refreshing once, but it, like most tropes, has worn very thin.

    You address all kinds of painful and important issues in your books. Body image, the inside-outside of a person, addiction, death of a parent, the emotional baggage people accumulate and turn into behaviors and habits, and so on. The plot of your story does not follow the predictable path from the first meeting of the eyes to the HEA, and that’s why the rest of us try to reclassify it.

    it is a romance, but it is so much more than that. The angsty parts are set off by irreverent humor, and your flawed hero is always given the tools to persevere, and to overcome. Bobby is about to mail his letter, so I’ll send my letter to you, and get back to my book. I swear, it’s so hard to write a single word of my own with Bobby’s situation sitting unresolved in the back of my mind!


  3. Cathie Vandenburg says:

    If people fall in love, how can their story not be a romance? Lately, I have been reading more books that have substance: whether abuse, hard times or later in life maturity, sometimes I find the struggles make me appreciate the HEA more than books with characters whose love stories are easy and simple. For me, it is all about the personalities, attitudes and interactions. If I care about them, I will enjoy the story more. That dream of men raining down sounds pretty scary…although it looks really yummy in my head when I add the pictures that Rhys Ford always shares. After reading this interview, the book blurb and the excerpt, this is going onto my “buy and devour” list.


  4. Felicia says:

    It was very awesome to listen to and meet Rick Reed at Gay Romance Northwest last Saturday. I’m a new reader to his writing and I’m looking forward to reading Raining Men and many of his other books!


  5. Trix says:

    Some of my favorite books have gotten that “not a romance” tag (Edmond Manning’s Lost and Founds series springs to mind), even though they are, since everything hinges on love! An atypical genre-breaker is always welcome…


  6. In some respects I hate categorizing books because someone, somewhere will always say “that is not a ‘insert genre’ ” even when I think it is.

    That said, I do think some of my best reads have been romances categorized under a different genre and I’ve still loved the romance in them.


  7. jenf27 says:

    I agree that some of the best love stories or “romances” if you will are told within the context of other stories. This illustrates how love and relationships fit into and influence someone’s entire life and the people around them (and sometimes history – depending on the lovers).


  8. Carolyn says:

    Rick, your wonderful post reminded me of a wonderful post from Edmond Manning on this subject: http://www.chicksanddicksrainbow.com/2013/08/could-this-be-love-by-edmond-manning.html (sorry, TNA!) I love “mold-breakers” because they give readers who might not otherwise try out something a taste of what great stories are there outside some rigid genre label. Yes, some people want predictable because they’re looking to relax and not tax their brain, but I think on the whole, readers are just looking for great stories.

    I’m sure every genre has their “but this isn’t [this genre],” but I don’t ever read just one genre, so all I care about seeing in a review is: “This is a [choose your superlative] book!” (with some evidence to support that, naturally). Let’s just all remember that genre labels are put in place so bookshops and libraries know which shelf to put them on, but readers can pick up a book anywhere inside.

    Thanks for sharing your thoughts and your romantic stories with us!


  9. Rick R. Reed and Rain and Romance have come to an end, and the winner of Raining Men has been selected. Thanks very much to everyone who stopped by to enter! Congratulations go to…


    I’m emailing Rick with your contact information right now, suze, so expect to hear from him soon. :)


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