Honorary Blogger Marie Lark: Small Towns + Excerpt & Giveaway!


Small Towns

by Marie Lark

Hello, and thank you so much for hosting me, Blogger Girls! I’m excited to be in such good company and to gab a little bit about my newest book, The First Morning After! This is my fourth release and my second M/M romance, and it kind of feels like coming home. While I love ALL the love stories, there’s something about M/M that calls me back—and I think it’s how playing with the dynamic between two men allows for a new look at many of the tropes and archetypes that feel so worn in and comfortable in het romance. In this case, the small town.

The First Morning After is set in the tiny, fictional town of Peach Blossom, PA—a farming community with a motel, a fire department, plenty of churches, baseball, and not much else. For the heroes of the book, Danny Rojas and Mitchel Finch, their home town means radically different things to each of them. For Mitchel, it’s his entire world, the source of his identity and validation as a person. It’s become so comfortable that it holds him back. For Danny, Peach Blossom has only ever been a prison—not just restricting, but dangerous.

I grew up in a town very similar to Peach Blossom. Peach Blossom is, in fact, modeled after my own. Like Danny, I could not wait to get out, and I enjoy urban-set romances a lot for that reason. There’s something liberating and exciting about the anonymity of the big city and finding connections amongst all the strangers buzzing in and out of view, living their own lives.

By contrast, the intimacy of the small town can be suffocating. Sure, the churches and bakeries and flower shops are charming. Everyone knows everyone and is invested in everyone. The farms are idyllic, and the air is sweet compared to the city’s. But there’s an underbelly, too—the endless grind of the small business unable to compete with larger economic interests, depopulation, sub-par schools, and that small-town mindset that pushes away, ridicules, or rejects anyone labeled “other.”

In The First Morning After, I wanted to capture that dual sense of the small town—the simple beauty of early summer in farm country, and the closeness of the community, right alongside the forces of prejudice and ignorance that make life for so many minorities difficult, particularly LGBT kids of color. Mitchel had to hide who he was in school, but Danny didn’t have that luxury, and that shapes what kind of men they are at the start of the book, how they love, and how they expect to be loved.

I attended a rural high school with a number of students who, after graduation, came out as queer. People I’d known for twelve years and never would have guessed had identities and desires entirely secret from everyone else. There was also the gay boy who had no hope of disguising himself and who suffered for it.

The First Morning After is the story of coming back to that pressure cooker for a weekend, having the courage to confront your past, confess your feelings, and discover what had been hidden there the whole time—ugliness and beauty and hope all together.


About The First Morning After

ml_thefirstmorningafterFor as long as he can remember, Danny Rojas has wanted All-Star first baseman, Mitchel Finch. And he could swear that in high school, Mitchel was interested, too. But the baseball team made Danny’s life a living hell back then, and the moment he was able, he got out. Five years later at a friend’s wedding, Danny finally has the chance, and more importantly, the courage, to act on his years-long crush. 

Mitchel Finch used to have it so good—a brilliant athlete with lots of friends, a gorgeous girlfriend, and a place of importance in his home town. All he had to do was play it straight. But when an injury ends his baseball career, and his best friend’s wedding reminds him of everything he lost, Mitchel jumps at the opportunity Danny gives him—a night to be honest with himself. A night to finally feel wanted for exactly who he is. 

The trouble is, neither of their circumstances has changed by morning. Mitchel is still closeted, and Danny is still the town pariah. Can a connection, building for years and forged in one night, survive the first morning after?

Available at: Loose Id & Amazon


An Excerpt from The First Morning After

Danny had been sweating pretty much the whole day, but he felt almost smothered as he strode into the parking lot. Should he head straight for his room? He hadn’t given Mitchel the number. Curious looks or no, Mitchel had never said a word to keep his teammates from making Danny’s life a living hell. 

If worse came to worst, he could run. Even in these shoes and pants, Danny Rojas could always run. 

Walking right past his room, Danny kept his hands loose at his sides. What the hell had he been thinking making a pass at Mitchel Finch Jr.? No boost of confidence fueled by righteous fury at the injustices of his youth could justify that kind of foolishness. His mother had raised him better than that. His mother had tried to teach him to disappear, and this was the opposite of disappearing. Even though Mitchel himself had never taken part in any of the team’s cruelty, that didn’t mean he— 

Danny rounded the corner of the building to find Mitchel standing in the shadows, leaning against the bricks like something out of a movie. He glanced up at Danny’s arrival, straightened from the wall when Danny walked right past him. 

“What’re you—” 

“Just checking something,” Danny called as he jogged to the back of the building and peered down the line of rooms. No Clarks lurked there either, with or without bats. When he turned back around, Mitchel had his hands shoved deep in his suit pockets and his shoulders hunched. Danny slowed his approach until they stood a few paces apart. The nighttime breeze blew dust and grit across the parking lot, and Mitchel appeared to be dug in. He’d made the first move. The ball was in Danny’s court. 

“You still in, Fincher?” Danny asked, throat dry for the amount of liquid in his stomach. 

Mitchel shook his head, and Danny exhaled sharply, unsure if he should be relieved or disappointed. 

“Don’t call me Fincher,” Mitchel said. “That’s my old man’s name.” 

“All right.” He said it like a question. 

“And, yeah, let’s do this. Last thing I want’s one of Liza’s twenty-eight cousins running into us at the ice machine.” He glanced around, expecting a different kind of audience than Danny had. 

“You bet.” Danny tilted his head toward the rooms on the front side, working with everything he had to maintain his cool. “I’m in 7, right here on the end.” 

Mitchel gestured for him to lead the way, so Danny went. He dug in his pocket for the room key and tried not to tense up at the feeling of Mitchel at his back. Hands still shaking a little, Danny managed to turn the key in the lock and let them into the drab little motel room. He flipped on the light and jumped when Mitchel shut and bolted the door behind them. 

They both shed their jackets, and in the dim orange light of the room, Danny could see where Mitchel’s dress shirt was damp with sweat. Mitchel eyed the queen-size bed with what looked like skepticism, as if he couldn’t believe what they were about to do. Danny himself was having trouble picturing the two of them on it—without clothes, just skin and breath and friction. 

“I’m gonna—” He nodded toward the bathroom and escaped there, though he left the door open as he ran the sink and rooted through his shaving kit for the strip of condoms and lube he’d packed. When he’d found them, he washed his hands. Then, spotting Mitchel in the mirror, he shut off the faucet and turned to face him. 

“I’m not reading this wrong, right?” Mitchel leaned his shoulder into the door jam. “You weren’t thinkin’ we’d just catch up on local gossip.” 

When Danny shook his head, Mitchel came the rest of the way into the bathroom. Danny shuffled back a half step and bumped up against the sink counter. “Well, I would like to do that, but I think we should fuck first. This was your idea though, so. Whatever you want.” His pulse skyrocketed as he said it. He was stalling, of course, to make space for the full realization, Mitchel Finch picked me up at his best friend’s wedding. Seeing Mitchel in the doorway put the fire of adrenalin in his veins. He looked Mitchel right in the face and dared him to make the first move. 

Mitchel looked Danny up and down where he stood at the sink—let his gaze linger in a way he never quite had in school. “College was good to you, Rojas. You look good.” He came a step closer, his eyes stuck about waist-level—right where Danny’s cock had begun to chub up under Mitchel’s scrutiny. Christ, all Danny had ever wanted was for Mitchel to look at him like this. 

“Thanks for noticing. You know you’re still fucking gorgeous.” Even in a suit that looked like it had belonged to his dad when he was twenty years younger and thirty pounds lighter. 

Mitchel smiled like he did know but hadn’t heard it in a while. He licked his lips, pinched the bottom one gently between his teeth, and closed the last few inches between them, sliding one foot between Danny’s. “How long you been sweet on me, anyway?” Bracing his hands on either side of Danny’s hips, Mitchel boxed him in. They were the same height now, and Danny felt like he’d always wanted Mitchel Finch. 

“Since I learned what dicks were for,” he answered. “Watched you play ball in middle school and wanted to get you all flustered behind the bleachers. I’d’ve had no idea what to do, but that’s what I wanted.” 

Mitchel breathed in sharply and made a quiet, desperate-sounding noise before he grabbed Danny’s elbows and squeezed. The fierceness of Mitchel’s grip startled Danny enough that he instinctively drew back. He’d taught himself not to do that once he’d left home for college, but being back in Peach Blossom, every bit of muscle memory had returned. Mitchel dug his fingers into the meat of Danny’s triceps, dragged his shirt sleeves up, and just—he just looked at Danny for a minute. 

Luckily, Mitchel didn’t seem to notice Danny’s flinch. “You know what to do now?” Mitchel asked, gaze stuck on Danny’s mouth. 

“Yeah, I do.” He wet his parched lips. “Do you?” 

Mitchel huffed an unhappy laugh. “You’d be surprised what I know.” Then he leaned in and kissed him. 

It…wasn’t a nice kiss. Mitchel pressed into him until he was bent back over the counter, until all he could do was grab hold of Mitchel to keep from falling backward into the sink. Mitchel clutched at him, hands clumsily groping up his arms to his shoulders, closing briefly around his throat, and slipping down to his waist. Danny tried to keep from closing his eyes so he wouldn’t miss a moment of Mitchel’s desperate touches, but when Mitchel bit a trail of kisses from his mouth to his collarbone, he couldn’t keep from tipping his head back and groaning. 

“Yeah.” Mitchel kneaded his hands at Danny’s waist. “Want me to fuck you? Get inside you, make you feel it?” 

The heat in those words shook him to his bones, and Danny slouched against the sink a little as his knees turned to soup. “You think I’m gonna say no to that, Mitchel Finch?” 

He couldn’t help superimposing the carefree, gifted kid Mitchel had been over this version of him—still handsome as hell but edged with bitterness. Whiskey instead of Coke. And apparently well past the sidelong-looking stage of his interest in guys. Maybe he hadn’t been saving himself this whole time for a straight best friend. 

Mitchel’s hands tightened on his waist a moment before he spun him around and pushed him against the sink. He grabbed both Danny’s hands and braced them on the counter as Danny grunted his surprise, scrambling to fit himself in the narrow space Mitchel left for him. 

Gaze lifting to their reflection, a part of him was prepared for Mitchel in a Sharp Shin’s uniform, but that warped, false memory flickered and died when Mitchel bent his head and bit a kiss over the first bump of Danny’s spine. Nerve endings fired all down his shoulders and back, and he shivered hard, breathing out a laugh. 

“Jesus. You want—right here?” 

Mitchel nodded without breaking the kiss. He rolled his hips, the shape of his cock thick and obvious against Danny’s ass. Thick, obvious, and yet somehow more than Danny could comprehend after so many years of imagining it. He watched them in the mirror, reached back when Mitchel finally let one of his hands free, and rubbed his palm through soft, sand-colored hair. Fucking against a motel bathroom sink might not be the most romantic way of acting on his years-long crush, but the way Mitchel touched him, put him where he wanted, Danny didn’t think this was about romance or tenderness. 

Well, that was all right. Danny wouldn’t know what to do with it anyway. 


About Marie Lark

Marie Lark is a part-time teacher and rest-of-the-time writer. She lives in New York with her very respectable husband and tiny dog. She writes contemporary New Adult and LGBTQ romance, but loves love stories of all kinds. Romance is like kung fu—it’s in everything. Jackie Chan said that, right?

Find out more about Marie at her Website, Twitter or Facebook.


Marie has graciously offered up an eBook copy of The First Morning After to one lucky winner!! The giveaway starts now and ends June 21st, 2016 at 11:59 p.m. To enter, just click the link below!

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Don’t forget to check out Susan65’s review of The First Morning After to see what she thought of it!

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13 thoughts on “Honorary Blogger Marie Lark: Small Towns + Excerpt & Giveaway!

  1. waxapplelover

    Thanks for a great excerpt. I don’t live in a small town, but I love reading about it.

    • Glad you liked the excerpt! It’s one of my favorite scenes in the whole book <3<3 And yeah, I ONLY knew small town life until I went away to college, so it's a really vivid memory and good inspiration for a story setting. Thanks for reading!

  2. susana

    I live in a small town myself, and I agree with you in most things. I do love my town to bits, but sometimes I wish I were somewhere bigger…

    • Yeah, small town life is great in a lot of ways, but it’s so tough. I’ve never regretted moving somewhere with a larger population. More people, more perspectives.

  3. Ree Dee

    I really enjoyed learning about the book and am looking forward to reading more. Thank you so much for sharing>

  4. There is ups and downs living in a close-knotted community where everybody knows everybody’s business. Sometimes the closeness could be claustrophobic, though mostly I’d stick to the ups or good part of it. Thank you for the post Marie. 🙂

  5. Congrats on the new book! It sounds great. Thank you for sharing. I don’t live in a small town and it’s always interesting to hear about how it differs from living elsewhere.

  6. Angela

    I really like the blurb and the cover is beautiful, Thank you for sharing an excerpt.

  7. Cat

    That’s a good excerpt! Hot with the promise of a good story. Lark is a ‘new to me’ author, but I’m interested in reading more of her work.

  8. Ami

    I liked reading romance in small town! Thanks for the excerpt 🙂

  9. Laura05

    Thanks for this post and the chance of wining a copy of The First Morning After. It sure looks like a good read, i enjoyed the excerpt 😉

  10. Sadonna

    Looking forward to reading this book 🙂 Thanks for the chance

  11. Congratulations on your latest book, it is most appealing 😀 I came from a city to a small town and found it at first very difficult, but now find it hard to go back to the big cities and yearn for the trees and countryside

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