When lightning strikes at midnight, magic happens. Or so Elevator C, aka Otis, reads on the back of a romance novel someone drops in his car. Stuck in his elevator shaft, the only way he can see his beloved is to cause maintenance problems, which summon the hotel’s electrician—and Hartt. Who knew elevators could sigh? Otis doesn’t know what he’ll do with Hartt, but he wants that damned tool belt. The book makes him long for them both to be human, walking hand-in-hand in the sunlight. Reenacting some of the book’s racier chapters might be nice, too. Then lightning strikes. This story previously appeared in Midnight in the Renaissance Elevator Charity Anthology, benefitting The Trevor Project.
Author
You will know Eden Winters by her distinctive white plumage and exuberant cry of “Hey, y’all!” in a Southern US drawl so thick it renders even the simplest of words unrecognizable. Watch out, she hugs! Driven by insatiable curiosity, she possibly holds the world’s record for curriculum changes to the point that she’s never quite earned a degree but is a force to be reckoned with at Trivial Pursuit. She’s trudged down hallways with police detectives, learned to disarm knife-wielding bad guys, and witnessed the correct way to blow doors off buildings. Her e-mail contains various snippets of forensic wisdom, such as “What would a dead body left in a Mexican drug tunnel look like after six months?” In the process of her adventures, she has written over twenty-six gay romance novels, lost count of novellas and short stories, has won Rainbow Awards, was a Lambda Awards Finalist, and lives in terror of authorities showing up at her door to question her Internet searches. When not putting characters in dangerous situations she’s cosplaying for children's charities or hanging out at the farm being a mother, grandmother, and vegetarian. Her natural habitats are coffee shops and on the backs of motorcycles.
