Title: Suddenly Last Summer Author: Sarah Morgan Series: O’Neil Brothers #2 Hero/Heroine: Élise Philippe/Sean O’Neil Genre: M/F Contemporary Romance Length: 384 Pages Publisher: Harlequin (HQN) Release Date: June 24, 2014 Available at: Harlequin, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance Ebooks and Kobo Add it to your shelf:Goodreads
Blurb: Fiery French chef Élise Philippe is having a seriously bad day. Not only have the opening day plans for her beloved café fallen apart, but Sean O’Neil is back in town, and looking more delectable than ever. Last summer, they shared an electrifying night together…and the memories have Élise really struggling to stick to her one-night-only rule! Her head knows that eventually Sean will be leaving, so all she can do is try to ignore her heart before she spontaneously combusts with lust.
Being back in Vermont—even temporarily—is surgeon Sean O’Neil’s worst nightmare. For Sean, returning home to the Snow Crystal Resort means being forced to confront the reasons and the guilt he feels about rejecting his family’s rural lifestyle years ago. But discovering that Élise has settled in Vermont and still sets his blood racing is a very welcome distraction! Thinking he can persuade her into a replay of last summer is tempting, but remembering how good they are together is going to make walking away more difficult than he could imagine…
I sat on a panel at Norwescon 2012. It was called ‘writing the other’, and its subject matter, loosely translated, was how a person wrote a character that was something other than they were, themselves. One of the panelists was a man whose main character was a lesbian. Another was a woman who was white, and her main character was a black woman. Another was a white woman whose character was an alien. And then there was me; the woman who wrote gay men.
Like all of us who write, I’d heard ‘write what you know’. I have to tell you, I’ve always thought that was a load of crap. If Jo Rowling had only written what she knew, Harry Potter and the rich, magical universe that surrounded him would not exist. George R.R. Martin has never been personally involved in a ‘Game of Thrones’. Stephanie Meyer doesn’t know any sparkly vampires. And George Lukas has never been to a galaxy far, far away. I think being a storyteller means finding a way to make our readers feel a kinship with wizards, or a teenage girl with a bow and arrows, or hobbits.
I’m not a fantasy writer. I have enormous respect for those who are, but it’s not what I do. I do, however, like to feel I can tell the story of two men falling in love, even though I’m a woman. The commonality between us would be the subject matter. Falling in love is exhilarating and painful and wonderful and awful, no matter what our sex. But I’ll tell you, when I embarked on writing Danny Redmond for the middle book of the Secrets of Neverwood Anthology, “The Growing Season”, I don’t think I’ve ever felt quite as removed from my protagonist before. The main reason was that, for the first time, I was writing someone considerably younger than I am. In fact, Danny is younger than my children. And that concerned me. A lot.
Part of the problem is people in their twenties now seem to speak a whole different language than I do. They’ve grown up technologically savvy, and the internet is their playground. I will never understand as much about technology as a twenty one year old. There are other things different about when I was twenty one than it is for Danny; music, clothes, rotary telephones. I thought about it long and hard, trying to decide what would be the best way to bridge the gap between Danny and me, so that I could write him from the inside out. And I realized the first thing I had to do was give us something in common.
I was a florist for 35 years. I know plants. If the house, Neverwood, was in dire need of restoration, I figured the grounds must be, too. If Audrey, Danny and his brother’s foster mom and the woman who left them her home, had cancer, there would be at least one growing cycle of neglect. It doesn’t take long for a garden to be overrun with weeds. Gardening would be a way for me to have something in common with Danny; I could make him someone who worked with his hands in the earth, who had a way with growing things. That would give him a tangible connection with Audrey, and it would be a way for him to contribute to the restoration of Neverwood. It would also work well with his desire to keep his distance from his brothers. Danny has his reasons, but he didn’t want anyone too close. Not even the handsome landscape architect who volunteers to help while dealing with family issues of his own.
Once I wrote Danny with a love of growing things, I realized that he and I had other things in common, too. When I feel insecure, I tend to be sarcastic. Danny takes it further than I do, but he has more reason to be insecure. I know about the damage left in the wake of abuse, and the things a person will do to in the name of self-protection. And I know about the healing power of love. Danny is a very pretty twenty one year old with a chip on his shoulder the size of Manhattan, but a mother with two grown children managed to find what we had in common, and to hear his voice.
So, I guess the conclusion I’ve come to is that story telling might just be an exercise in combining both ‘the other’ with what we know. What connects us as readers to a wizard, or a war lord, or a pretty gay boy with a smart mouth is our commonality of experience. We all know fear, and pain, and joy. And love.
Above all else, we know love.
About The Growing Season
The four years since Danny Redmond left Neverwood have been heartbreaking, and past mistakes continue to haunt him, even after he returns home. Together with two foster brothers he barely knows, he plans to turn the decrepit mansion into a welcoming place for runaways once again–the dying wish of their foster mother, Audrey.
Danny has nothing to contribute to the restoration, save for a gift for growing things. But his efforts to bring Audrey’s beloved gardens back to their former glory are complicated by handsome landscaper Sam Ignatius…and the feelings developing between them, despite their fiery differences of opinion. One voice gives him hope, the only one he’s always trusted–Audrey’s.
Danny comes to care deeply for Sam, but things look bleak when Sam’s city councilman father threatens to have Neverwood torn down. Why should Danny have expected the future to be different from his past? All his relationships end in disaster…
Diana Copland began writing in the seventh grade, when she shamelessly combined elements of Jane Eyre and Dark Shadows to produce an overwrought gothic tale that earned her an A- in creative writing, thanks entirely to the generosity of her teacher. She wrote for pure enjoyment for the next three decades before discovering LiveJournal and a wonderful group of supportive fanfiction writers, who encouraged her to try her hand at original gay fiction.
Born and raised in southern California, Diana moved to the Pacific Northwest after losing a beloved spouse to AIDS in 1995. She lives in eastern Washington near her two wonderful adult children.
Diana has graciously offered up an eBook copy of The Growing Season to one lucky winner! The giveaway starts now and ends July 5, 2014 at 11:59 pm. To enter, click the Rafflecopter link below!
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Title: Complementary Colors Author: Adrienne Wilder Heroes: Paris/Roy Genre: MM Contemporary Length: 320 Pages Publisher: Adrienne Wilder Release Date: June 20, 2014 Available at: Adrienne Wilder, Amazon Add it to your shelf:Goodreads
Blurb: My sister Julia manipulated my life into a prison to keep me silent about our dirty family secret. Her greed made me a slave and circumstance left me with no way to escape.
Trapped, the only way I could silence the nightmares driving me to insanity was to wrap them in color, hold them with shadow, and stitch them to negative space with line.
But no matter how bright the pigments, no one could see my confession.
Except for Roy Callahan.
I thought he was just another nameless one-night stand in a long line of many.
But I was wrong. Roy could see past the façade of my life and through the veil color over the canvas. He could see what the world couldn’t.
And with him I’d find the courage to tell the truth about the boy.
The boy who kissed me.
The boy who loved me.
The boy whose name I couldn’t remember. Continue reading →
“I’m aware that your foster mother put aside a small amount, but we both know it won’t even begin to cover the renovations required on this building. Unless you personally have the means to pay for the remainder, you will not meet the criteria set down by the council.”
“I have until next Friday.” Nine days to bite the bullet and agree to Will’s contract, or most of it, but either way, it was too much money. The plumbing upgrade alone would eat up most of Calvin’s savings, and he only had a general idea of what his brothers could spare. Nor had he heard from them on that account since Danny’s blowout. Just an edgy silence that pervaded the hallways, making each creak and groan sound especially loud.
He was still waiting on a loan application at his bank in Spokane. He wasn’t legally allowed to tap into Audrey’s funds yet but once he did, those would vanish quickly. If he committed to using the place as some sort of halfway house, as Audrey had done for years, he could apply for the same grants she had, but that was still miles out, almost indistinguishable from the horizon. A million steps loomed between today and actually obtaining the permits to have kids living on the premises, and the grant foundations would never fund a simple support group that met twice a week, not when there were cheaper rooms the group could rent in churches and community centers. Calvin felt a rush of irritation at Danny and Devon for not speaking up about the estimate aside from Danny’s complaint, for not taking a more active role in getting the monetary side of things settled.
“May I come inside?”
Calvin slapped a hand onto the opposite frame and stepped into the middle of the doorway. “No, you may not.”
Angus exhaled, eyelids dipping. It turned his stare absolutely frigid. He looked across the lawn again, eyeing the group of kids more shrewdly than before. “I’m here to work out an amicable solution within the limitations of your situation. You do have until next Friday. To finalize a contract. To begin the real work that needs to be done. As far as I can tell—” he stepped back, spreading his arms and somehow turning the house into nothing but a smudgy afterthought, “—you haven’t done anything substantial. My goal is to protect Pac Western’s investment, and if that means exercising our rights and having you removed from the property, I will.”
“You’ll need a lot more than you have with you right now,” Calvin said flatly, and watched Angus’s nostrils flare. Calvin stepped forward, leaving the door open behind him, and felt as if the house were swelling, expanding its lungs and looming once more into its rightful place at his back. “Whatever it may be to you, Mr. Angus, this is my home. I’m not going to let you tear it down.”
Angus gave him a smirk. “For someone who cares so much about his home, you don’t show it. It’s falling to bits right over your head. Do you even have a contractor yet?”
“Yes, I do.” That at least wasn’t an exaggeration.
But Angus nodded too knowingly. “Does he know about your time crunch? I don’t even see him.”
“That, uh, that would be me,” said a voice from inside.
About One Door Closes
Years ago, Calvin Ware found a refuge in Neverwood, a home for wayward boys. Now, following the death of his foster mother Audrey, he’s returned to fulfill her request to restore the decrepit Victorian mansion to its former purpose.
Under the threat of repossession, Cal clashes with his foster brothers over restoration plans while fending off the unscrupulous developer who is breathing down his neck. Audrey’s well-meaning presence in his dreams does more harm than good as he struggles to cope with it all. What’s more, the contractor he hires to get the building up to code turns out to be Will Cabot, his high school flame.
As they begin working together, Cal finds he still has feelings for his first love. But his mistakes of years ago threaten their future, just as they ruined their past, and Cal knows he can’t withstand the heartbreak a second time.
G. B. Lindsey was born and raised in California, where she earned her undergraduate degree in Literature and Creative Writing from UC Santa Cruz. Her first love has always been writing: as a child, she cultivated such diverse goals as becoming “a cowgirl and a writer” or “a paleontologist and a writer.”
Aside from her salacious and ongoing affair with the horror genre, she loves to write sci-fi, romance, historical fiction, and short stories. Other hobbies include playing the piano, reading voraciously, the occasional period drama movie night, and devouring scary film after scary film. She recently moved back home from Newcastle upon Tyne, where she earned her Master of Arts in Creative Writing, and now lives in Sacramento.
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I’ve been lucky enough to attend GRL every year since it first started. As an author, I attend a lot of events but I have to say, the first GRL in New Orleans was just special. Maybe it was because it was the first event of its kind or that it was in New Orleans, which is my favorite city, but that first year was just magical.
The Bourbon Orleans Hotel is reputedly haunted, and it lived up to those rumors, treating many attendees to ghostly touches, sounds and other haunting experiences. My personal favorite moment happened while sitting in a suite with Lynn Lorenz, Amanda Young and Tara Lain. As we chatted, I started hearing a sound that grew progressively louder and more insistent. Suddenly Amanda said, “Do you hear that?” We all stopped talking to listen to the sound of footsteps circling the room. Once we returned to our conversation, both Amanda and I felt cool touches on our skin. Oddly, my pinky finger grew icy cold while the rest of my hand stayed warm!
Spooookkkyyyy…..!
I met many of my favorite authors and internet friends for the first time in New Orleans. I will never forget being in line as we were stuffing bags, to look up and see Johnny Miles! I got one of his world-class hugs and immediately felt as though I’d known him forever.
Later, I was walking with Zam and we saw Heidi Cullinan, Marie Sexton and Rowan Speedwell sitting outside at a café across the street from the hotel. They invited us to join them for a drink…and who can resist having a glass of Vampire Wine while in New Orleans? LOL! Well, I don’t often drink but agreed to a half glass…because who wouldn’t? Well, a few minutes stretched to well over an hour, and oddly, my half glass of wine never went down. Feeling a bit woozy, I glanced up just in time to catch Heidi “topping” my glass…she’d probably done it many, many times. I just remember being really grateful the hotel was just across the street because walking was a challenge!
So now Chicago is drawing close, I’m shopping for airfare and stocking up on swag. I’ll have a new book to promote and am already considering what clothing to take along. But over all, I’m looking forward to seeing friends again, to seeing new faces and just having fun talking books. Gay Rom Lit is far more than an industry event for me, it’s a meeting of friends and family, a time to touch bases and recharge my creative batteries.
Four months, and I’m counting every day!
About Belinda McBride
Belinda McBride is an award-winning author of erotic romance and speculative fiction. She lives in Northern California with her family and a little pack of constantly shedding Siberian Huskies. Her hobbies include soap making, dog shows, travel and reading.
And the winner of their choice of a signed paperback copy of either Accepting the Alpha, Ask the Oracle, or Our Omega by JJ Black is… Continue reading →
Hey! I am Rhys Ford and I’ll be taking over this blog today … sort of. There’s really no cool way of introducing yourself on someone else’s blog and honestly, if you’re following this series of shorts, you’re going to be sick of reading this. So… feel free to jump down to the meaty bits of the short if you like. Go on. I won’t mind.
Now, if you’ve been following the Sinners Series, I am happy to say the third book is either on the brink of coming out or out by the time this post hits. It is called Tequila Mockingbird and features Connor Morgan as he discovers he’s in love with a drummer—a guy drummer. Murder, mayhem, sexing, etc. All of those follow. You know the drill. But wooot! I am very happy to announce Connor’s story.
To celebrate, I’ve written a short serialized string of vignettes titled Hair of the Dog. Please enjoy the story as it goes along. The order of the posts is included at the bottom of the short. Hope you enjoy it.
Hair of the Dog • Part Four
Humans are stupid stupid things.
Someone brought death to my house and the swarms of metal-smelling, grumbling men who’d invaded my home spent more time trying to shove me into a box than taking care of my Miki. He was scared and sick. I could smell the sick on him and the Other One—Kane—was doing as best he could trying to calm my human down.
It wasn’t going to work. Miki’d already was covered with the stench of the kill and it made him sick. He was pulling up his stomach and the salty mess of grains he’d eaten were all over the ground. But that didn’t matter either. The loud people were digging into that too, as if they would find anything but grains and bile.
There was death in the house! How could they not smell it? It was not a good death. Not like a hunt or even meat brought back from a food place. This was death with no intent on eating the flesh—the worst kind of horror any Pack could think of.
It was something a cat would do—bring a kill to another cat’s yard to say he was better than the other.
I needed to get to Miki. To tell him it would be alright and Kane would take care of him but one of the humans picked me up—as if he had the right to do so.
So I bit him.
And he did not taste good.
There are very few times when I’ve shown my teeth in anger. Usually mostly to warn another of the Pack away if I’m eating and they are perfectly capable of getting their own food. One does not show teeth to a puppy or kitten. My dam taught me manners before I even pulled away from her teat. I knew that from the beginning. Aggression is stupidity because there were other ways for me to deal with the situation. But in that moment of panic, stress and anger, I could only think of one thing—getting to Miki.
So I bit one of Kane’s people until he bled and dropped me.
Sorry, I am not sorry.
I took two steps to the garage when someone threw something over me and the next moment, I was in the cold, hard room with the water dish I could only reach if I stood on my hind legs. A few pants later, a dish with dry food and more water in a bowl joined me and someone thought to throw in one of the thick bones Miki had another human bring me when they brought his salty bread things.
There was no familiar voices after that. There was chatter. Most of it confused. Some of it worried. A few times I thought I heard Kane but the sound of the voice was different. Not as old. Not as wise but very much of the same litter.
There was nothing more I could do. Just sit there. And wait.
Well, and chew the meat off of my bone. I only hoped someone would take care of my human. And keep death as far away from him as possible.
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Sequel to Whiskey and Wry (and The Devil’s Brew) Sinners Series: Book Three
Lieutenant Connor Morgan of SFPD’s SWAT division wasn’t looking for love. Especially not in a man. His life plan didn’t include one Forest Ackerman, a brown-eyed, blond drummer who’s as sexy as he is trouble. His family depends on him to be like his father, a solid pillar of strength who’ll one day lead the Morgan clan.
No, Connor has everything worked out—a career in law enforcement, a nice house, and a family. Instead, he finds a murdered man while on a drug raid and loses his heart comforting the man’s adopted son. It wasn’t like he’d never thought about men — it’s just loving one doesn’t fit into his plans.
Forest Ackerman certainly doesn’t need to be lusting after a straight cop, even if Connor Morgan is everywhere he looks, especially after Frank’s death. He’s just talked himself out of lusting for the brawny cop when his coffee shop becomes a war zone and Connor Morgan steps in to save him.
Whoever killed his father seems intent on Forest joining him in the afterlife. As the killer moves closer to achieving his goal, Forest tangles with Connor Morgan and is left wondering what he’ll lose first—his life or his heart.
Rhys Ford was born and raised in Hawai’i then wandered off to see the world. After chewing through a pile of books, a lot of odd food, and a stray boyfriend or two, Rhys eventually landed in San Diego, which is a very nice place but seriously needs more rain.
Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and an overworked red coffee maker.
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If so, please leave a comment below and one name will be selected randomly or randomly selected or one random name will be selected. Sheesh. Language. Good Luck…and thank you. Really. Dudes, you all rock and thank you so much
The giveaway starts now and ends July 2, 2014 at 11:59 p.m. Make sure to include your email address in the comment section so you can be contacted!
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Thanks so much to The Blogger Girls for hosting me to share exciting news. I love writing books, it’s my passion. But what I love even more is when people read my books. Hearing from readers always makes my day and one thing I’ve heard time and time again is that voracious readers struggle with book prices.
I’ve taken that feedback to heart and worked with my publisher Dreamspinner Press about addressing this issue by lowering the prices on all of my books. My novels are now $3.99 or $4.99 and my novellas/shorts range from $.99 to $2.99 (depending on release date and length). You can find all my books and links to the publisher and Amazon here.
The first novel I’ll be releasing with the wonderful new $4.99 new release price is a shifter book in my Mates series called In Your Eyes. I write all of my series to be fully standalone novels so a reader can pick up any book and have a complete story without missing anything. That means new readers can pick up In Your Eyes without worrying about not having read the other two books in the series. But if they want the other two books, they’re each $3.99. Here are blurbs from all three Mates books to give you a taste of them.
Raised to become Alpha of the Yafenack pack, Samuel Goodwin dedicates his life to studying shifter laws, strengthening his body, and learning from his father. Taking control comes easily to Samuel, but relating to people, including those he’s supposed to lead, is a constant challenge.
When Samuel meets Korban Keller, the son of a neighboring pack’s Alpha, he reacts with emotion instead of intellect for the first time in his life. Resenting the other shifter for putting him off-balance, Samuel first tries to intimidate Korban and then tries to avoid him. What he can’t do is forget Korban’s warm eyes, easy smile, and happy personality.
When a battle between their fathers results in tragedy, Samuel and Korban are thrown together. With his world crashing down around him, Samuel must save his pack and show them he can lead. But first, Korban needs to save Samuel by inspiring him to feel. Two very different men with a tumultuous history must overcome challenges from all sides and see past the rules they’ve been taught to realize they are destined to fit together.
Zev Hassick is surprised and confused when he finds himself attracted to his best friend. His very human, very male best friend. Zev is the son of the pack Alpha, regarded as the strongest wolf in generations, born to lead. And everyone knows a male shifter has to mate with a female of his own kind to keep his humanity. So shifters can’t be gay, right?
Jonah Marvel wants a relationship with Zev, his best friend, the man he has loved since childhood. It wasn’t easy to maintain that relationship over years spent living apart while Jonah studied to become a doctor. And then things grow more difficult when Jonah becomes his own patient. Before he can make a life with Zev, he has to understand his past and cure the unexplained ailments that plague him.
Zev and Jonah know they’re destined for each other, but they’re facing traditions ingrained over generations and long-buried secrets that may threaten any future together.
Ethan Abbatt is a wolf shifter who can’t shift. Plagued by pain and weakness all his life, he hopes to find an honorable death by joining his pack mates in a vampire attack. Instead, Ethan learns two things: draining his blood releases his pain and his wolf, and he has a true mate – a vampire named Miguel.
Miguel Rodriguez is more than four centuries old. Strong, powerful, and vicious, he walks through life as a shadow, without happiness or affection. When a young shifter tells Miguel they’re true mates, destined to be together, Miguel sends him away. But Ethan is persistent, and Miguel can’t resist for long. Once Miguel gives in, being together comes naturally. The challenge is keeping themselves alive so they can stay by each other’s side until forever comes.
A heartfelt thanks to all the wonderful readers who read my books and let me do something I love. I hope the lower prices help you keep reading.
Love,
CC
About Cardeno C.
Cardeno C. – CC to friends – is a hopeless romantic who wants to add a lot of happiness and a few “awwws” into a reader’s day. Writing is a nice break from real life as a corporate type and volunteer work with gay rights organizations. Cardeno’s stories range from sweet to intense, contemporary to paranormal, long to short, but they always include strong relationships and walks into the happily-ever-after sunset.
Thank you so much, The Blogger Girls, for the opportunity to visit your blog. I’m here to talk about my recent release, A Home for Jesse, a story about a homeless guy.
I got the inspiration for this story after I watched a scene from a TV series showing a guy sleeping on a bench by the street. The character of the man is actually not a homeless person but these voices in my head suddenly talked about how poor someone was if he had to sleep on a bench in the night sky. I pictured what he did for a living, who he met, what they did, and voila! A complete story was born.
It might sound a bit cheesy, my inspiration above, but I believe the subject matter is not something cheesy. It’s in fact pretty serious, especially in big cities in my country. Not only do they sleep on benches around the city, they can easily be found along the streets, on the bus stops, under the bridges, etc. What could be the solution for this problem? The government often does the easiest way—chase them out of the city. Not the wisest thing to do because they keep coming back and the root problem is still not solved. Now what should we do?
About A Home for Jesse
Jesse Gray can’t get more unlucky. His roommate left him and he gets kicked out when he can’t afford the rent. Next, the owner of the fast food joint where he works part-time suddenly tells him he no longer works there. Jesse still has a job as a PA on a movie set but the pay will never be enough to afford even the cheapest room in Hollywood. There’s only one place left to stay the night — in the park.
Trey Miller is the star on a TV series where Jesse works. They bump into each other one night while leaving the set, and Trey thinks Jesse is much too good-looking to only be a PA. When he learns of Jesse’s financial condition, he offers a place to stay at his house. Having no other options, Jesse reluctantly accepts the offer, but what’s the catch?
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
This ain’t so bad. Jesse pats his laden backpack. He stretches himself on the bench and lowers his head onto the bag, grimacing at the bumps pressing against his head and neck. Awesome. He is going to have major cricks and headaches come morning. That is if he’s not suffering from early signs of pneumonia.
Jesse shifts and grunts and finally gives up. He sits up, takes off his jacket, and spreads it over his front before he lies down again. Moving a bit again to find the most comfortable position, he thinks, Fuck, now my shorts are stuck in the crack of my ass. Jesse reaches down and pulls them free — ah, that’s better.
He takes a deep breath. So he’s a bum now, is he? His ma would be heartbroken if she knew. She could blame him for being such a hard head and insisting on having his own way. Jesse stares blankly at the leaves swaying on treetops, at the shadows of the swings dancing in the dark, at the stars blinking mockingly down at him. At least the fact that they are up there means that the sky is cloudless and Jesse doesn’t need to worry about the possibility of rain tonight. Getting soaked when the only place he has to sleep is this park would be a pain in the ass, not to mention hazardous to his health. Jesse also hopes no cops will come patrolling tonight.
Weary to the bone, Jesse curls both hands under the side of his face and gives in to slumber.
* * * *
“Come on, Trey, one more glass. Don’t be a spoilsport.”
What one more glass means for Brent must be different from what it means for Trey. They have been here for hours. Trey had sneaked a glance at his watch once. It showed four — and that must have been half an hour ago. Still there is no sign they are leaving soon.
Trey regrets his decision not to drive his own car and ride with Brent instead. Fuck. He’s going to screw up his shot big time tomorrow — or rather, this afternoon.
“What celebration am I spoiling again?” Trey leans forward. Brent looks taken aback but he immediately offers a smile, which looks more like a snake’s sneer.
“Trey, that’s not nice.” He wags his forefinger.
“The hell with nice.” Trey rests his head on his folded arms on the table. “I’d rather be with Jess –”
Oops. He slipped up and said it out loud.
Brent and the others sitting around the table seem to come to a consensus to stop whatever they are doing and switch their attention to Trey.
“Jess? Jess who?” Brent asks. “I thought you were with Kimberly.”
Trey feels blood rush into his face but he sighs inwardly in relief that Brent doesn’t know who he was talking about.
“Kimberly? Right. And you said she’d be here! Where is she, Brenton?”
Brent visibly cringes at the name and Trey feels like guffawing. Eat that, asshat!
“My name’s not Brenton.”
“So what? You haven’t answered my question.”
And neither has Trey, but Brent has forgotten about that. Trey gulps down his drink, and tries to shut down from everything going on around him.
Thank you so much for reading! I will leave you with a video trailer of my upcoming story, Will and Pleasure, also from JMS Books.
About Iyana Jenna
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.
Iyana has kindly offered up an eBook copy of A Home for Jesse to one lucky winner! The giveaway starts now and ends June 30, 2014 at 11:59 pm. To enter, click the Rafflecopter link below!
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