From an early age, Ryker Reynolds yearned to become a leading emergency responder in his hometown of Windsor, Colorado. At the behest of his legalistic father, Ryker graduated high school and entered a training program in Fort Collins to become an EMT instead of accepting the parentally funded tuition into Yale Law School. Finally, Ryker achieved his dream of saving lives.
After accepting his first position for a squad in Colorado Springs, Ryker found peace and comfort transitioning into his new fast-paced lifestyle. This was all he’d ever dreamed of and he felt like an important member of society, recovering patients from the brink of death. Weeks later, Ryker turned down an invitation to his family’s annual cruise to be on call during what turned into the busiest weekend of his life. But when a torrential storm of rain, hail and tornadoes attacks the Front Range, Ryker’s faith is all he has within grasp when his ambulance overturns due to mother nature’s fury. But his guardian angel must have been working overtime when an unknown driver approaches Ryker’s capsized rig and identifies himself as a trauma physician for the nearby hospital. Dr. Flynn Johnson calls for extra backup to save Ryker and his work mates.
Upon recovery, Ryker Reynolds is more than appreciative of Dr. Johnson’s aid as sparks fly during the following weeks of physical therapy. But that’s not all what the doctor ordered for Ryker to make a complete turnaround.
Shaking his head out of a somnolent haze, Flynn gulped the last bit of Folgers from the cup and tossed it into the waste bin five paces away as if Kobe Bryant scoring a tie-breaking five point shot. “Well, I’m being beckoned back to the pit,” he hissed, glancing back at his boss now with both eyes shut and the black stethoscope nearly descending to the carpet.
Though his sixteen hour shift was almost over, Flynn could notice a decline in energy quick after his three second power nap. All he wanted from the rest of his day was for it to go by quickly in order to reunite with his silken pillows. He noticed the small gang of paramedics rush inside the glass doors.
“What do we have fellas?” Flynn questioned, though from the familiar sights, he’d know the proper course of treatment immediately.
He listened attentively to Joshua’s nattering about blood pressure and vitals while arched over the gurney, listening to the fella’s heart and lungs for himself. When Flynn regained his posture, he provided a decent once-over to the emergency technician and conjured a split second mental note of the well-built man’s physique donning a dark navy blue shirt with its insignia reading: Squad 10.
Flynn called out the orders to the medics, “Trauma bed three,” and followed the men into the bay, glancing at the solid backside of Squad Ten Boy one more quick time while pulling the privacy curtain shut.
“Start one liter IV saline,” Flynn motioned to Nicki, one of the nurses. “Push 0.4 mg naloxone and 1.0 mg ondansetron,” he ordered, “and Nicki, monitor respiratory distress in three minutes, if no improvement push another 0.4 mg naloxone until stable. Not to exceed 10 mg.”
As the young doctor slid his patient’s chart between his arm, he stepped out from the privacy curtain to record his notes. When Flynn finished scrawling his orders on the paperwork, he glanced up to see if Squad Ten Boy was anywhere in sight. He sauntered over to the quad of television screens displaying pertinent info about the patients currently admitted into the emergency room and touched his chin with his forefinger in deep thought. Other than this OD, looks like I’ll be skedaddling soon. Sleep. Need sleep!
Flynn slid his iPhone out from his left lab coat pocket, reading the incoming message from one of the usual fuck buddies on a gay social media app suitably known as the underbelly of the local gay community.
Let’s meet this morning. I’m needing a prescription, Doctor and that is your bare hands around my hard cock. I’m so horny for your healing touch.
This was exactly what Flynn wanted to soon avoid—hookups. He returned the phone to his pocket and checked in on a different patient chart as his relieving trauma physician rounded the corner with a giant smile. Lucky bastard.
Do you prefer quiet or background noise when writing? If background noise, what?
Depending on the scene, my Pandora stations change quite rapidly. One minute I’ll be jamming out to Carly Simon’s “You’re so Vain” and the very next Nickleback’s “How You Remind Me” and then back to the melodic likeness of Prince’s “Purple Rain”
What is one thing you wish your readers could understand about the writing process?
Blimey! How can I describe my process as it may differ from another? Here goes. First, I’d like to get one thing straight. My gourd fires away thoughts and ideas at the speed of light. It would be impossible for me to record every good idea I’ve had in the most inappropriate of places and situations– and the next moment I’m right in front of my laptop, every thought’s escaped me. But then the other times, my characters dictate which direction to take. It can be described as igniting your car in the morning and driving to your destination utterly blindfolded, guided only by the very few sensory elements you’ve got left. Then by the time you’ve reached a climax–pun intended–you’ve got nowhere else to turn but the finish line. At least that’s the intricacies I encounter with my craft.
How much thought do you as an author put into your cover, cover models etc. And has that changed since you started writing. If so, have you or will you go back and re-do covers you’re no longer pleased with?
I’ve been lucky to work with a close mate of mine who is an amazing graphic designer. I’ve never been fortunate to find models that fit the perfect replica of a character, so we both decide on what could work best and I let him work his magic. He’s done quite a bit of cover design for small presses, so I trust his opinions explicitly.
If you could write in any genre that you’ve never tried, what would it be and why?
I’ve recently wondered about spicing things up even a bit more, or trying a paranormal piece. But I’m such a creature of habit.
When writing, what comes first? The characters or the plot?
The characters first, most definitely.
Do you find that you write what you love to read? Or a different genre?
I love to read many genres, but there’s a saying– “We write what we know” and that couldn’t be any closer to the truth. At least I find for my creative juices, I get ideas from movies, television, books and mesh a myriad of different elements to the mix.
Do you ever write your own personal fantasies into your books?
I just did. Shhh… don’t tell my mum!
How much if any of your story line comes from real life people or events?
In my profession, I deal with the general public in a much more private sort of caliber. So I often have the fortunate pleasure of seeing a person at more than just face value. In Rescuing Ryker, I’ve definitely included a few personal details from my own world and a few people I’ve encountered in recent interaction. I’m a rather opinionated sort of chap, so I’m habitually swallowing my words carefully when in reality I want to just scream out a garish “sod off.” I should buy that shirt that says, “Be careful what you say to me, I might kill you in my novel!”
Do you have to look at the keys when you type?
No, that would be my father! God bless him. His two finger “chicken pecking” (as I like to call it) makes a two liner Facebook message appear to be a Tolkien saga.
What are your two favorite 80’s movies?
Damn, that’s my era. Top two: The Shining and Rain Man.
Jason Banks is an emerging Gay Romance Author, born in the UK and shipped off in the sort of fashion as a common American military brat as an infant. With a German-American Father and a British Mother, Jason has been known to refer to himself as the human equivalent of a canine mutt. Much thanks to his upbringing within the deep cornfield suburbs of Indianapolis, Jason’s been exposed to a plethora of various experiences and friends spanning from the Midwest to the East coast. He enjoys reading many other Authors in the same genre of M/M Romance (including most sub-genres) but also fancies outside the sultry box a time or two with a Mystery/Thriller or Suspense novel. Currently, Jason can be found roaming all over Colorado and Utah. His bearish features match that of his teddy bear personality and if you haven’t spotted him with a fork in his mouth, you’ve probably met the wrong bloke. If you’re into a good steamy Gay Romance, Jason urges you to consider his debut characters [Ryker Reynolds and Flynn Johnson] in the short Prequel-esque story, Rescuing Ryker. Soon to follow later in 2015 will be the characters’ full length novel, Finding Flynn. He’s always up for meeting a new friend, so find him on Facebook at: facebook.com/authorjasonbanks