HERE IS THE COVER BY THE OH SO TALENTED REESE DANTE:
I LOVE THIS COVER! HERE IS THE BLURB:
How
can you be twenty-five and not know you’re gay? Billy Ballew runs
from that question. A high school dropout, barely able to read until
he taught himself, Billy’s life is driven by his need to help
support his parents as a construction worker, put his sisters through
college, coach his Little League team, and not think about being a
three-time loser in the engagement department. Being terrified of
taking tests keeps Billy from getting the contractor's license he so
desires, and fear of his mother's judgement blinds Billy to what
could make him truly happy.
Then, in preparation for his sister’s big wedding, Billy meets Shaz—Chase Phillips—a rising star, celebrity stylist who defines the word gay. To Shaz, Billy embodies everything he’s ever wanted—stalwart, honest, brave—but even if Billy turns out to be gay, he could never endure the censure he’d get for being with a queen like Shaz. How can two men with so little in common find a way to be together? Can the Stylist of the Year end up with the Knight of Ocean Avenue?
Then, in preparation for his sister’s big wedding, Billy meets Shaz—Chase Phillips—a rising star, celebrity stylist who defines the word gay. To Shaz, Billy embodies everything he’s ever wanted—stalwart, honest, brave—but even if Billy turns out to be gay, he could never endure the censure he’d get for being with a queen like Shaz. How can two men with so little in common find a way to be together? Can the Stylist of the Year end up with the Knight of Ocean Avenue?
YES, IT IS AMAZING AS IT SOUNDS, TRUST ME! THESE MEN WILL WRAP AROUND YOUR HEART AND NOT LET GO! HERE IS THE EXCERPT:
GAGA’S
“EDGE
of
Glory” played in his ear. Damn.
Quit.
He
reached out and pawed at the edge of the coffee table until he
finally felt
the phone. His fingers found the mute button and he clicked it.
Peace.
He tried to roll over. Heavy.
“Merwaorwr.”
“Mewr.”
Claws
dug into his chest as the weight lifted, then disappeared. “Go back
to
sleep.” He rolled over until his face and body were pressed against
the back of the couch. Ouch.
His dick hurt. Sleep.
Ouch.
Well,
damn.
Slowly he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He glanced
to the side. Clancy and Yerby gazed at him like they could command
him with will force alone to open the tuna. “Hang in there, guys.”
Oh
man. Not hung over. He’d
had half a beer. But here he lay fully clothed on his couch, aching
in his bones and feeling like someone had kicked him in the nuts.
That would be him. He’d done it to himself.
He
swung his legs over the side, sat up on the edge of the couch, and
dropped his head. Four eyes stared up at him. “Go open it
yourself.”
Three
times. He’d wanked himself into oblivion three times while
rewinding that frigging porno. Was there one line he didn’t engrave
in his brain? Every “unh, unh, unh. Fuck me harder” was
emblazoned in his memory. Jesus,
Ballew.
Yeah, Jesus was the operative word. But if he was going to hell for
jerking off, he’d be taking every male in the world with him.
Of
course, he didn’t just masturbate; he wanked to gay porn. What
the hell is that about? Truth?
He’d been kicked in the teeth so many times by so many women, the
idea of fucking a nice uncomplicated man kind of did it for him.
Well, not seriously, but the theory was attractive. And no, he would
not be sharing this revelation with the guys on the job site.
The
bang on his door about sent him into outer space. Who
the hell? Nobody
came here. He didn’t share his address much. No poker with the boys
or make-out sessions with the girls. His
place. His.
Who was it?
The
knocking came again.
Shit!
He
jumped up. “Yeah?” The cats looked up at his loud voice.
“Billy,
it’s Jim.” The voice came through the door.
Jim. Billy looked
around, grabbed the laptop, closed it tight, and slid it
onto
the end table. Lube.
Shit.
He shoved the open tube into the drawer, then staggered over to the
front door. How much did he smell like sex? Damn, his sweats were
halfway to his knees. He dragged them back up, then opened the door.
“Hi. Sorry, overslept.” He ran a hand through his hair.
Jim
Carney was a little older than him and a good guy, if a bit of a
hound dog. He grinned. “Sorry. My truck broke down. I was kind of
close to here and remembered your address. Thought I’d see if I
could get a ride.”
“Uh,
sure.” He glanced over his shoulder. It felt strange having
somebody here. “Come on in. I need to feed my cats and take a quick
shower, if you want to wait.”
“Sure.
Too far to walk and all uphill.” He stepped in. “You have cats?”
Billy
looked at Jim. The guy had a tough face with a broken nose that some
women liked. “Yeah, I got two. You like cats?”
“No.
Just think it’s kind of funny that you do.” He smacked Billy’s
shoulder. “You crazy cat lady, you.”
Well,
hell. “Make
yourself at home.” Kind
of.
He walked into the kitchen, the boys behind him, and scooped out some
cat food into both dishes. “Here ya go, guys.” He raised his
voice. “Don’t let feline haters make you feel bad.”
Jim
laughed from the living room. “This is quite a place you have.
Jesus, man, what are you, some closet decorator?”
Billy
frowned and walked into the living room. “No, I just like having a
nice place of my own.”
“But
you’re so damned neat.” He was holding a glass globe Billy had
found in a yard sale.
“So?”
He took the globe and put it back on the shelf.
“Nothing. No
wonder women like you so much.”
“I’m
taking a quick shower.” He started for the bedroom, stopped and
grabbed the laptop, then went into his room—small with a big bed.
He
glanced at his watch, still ticking on his wrist. Double
shit.
If he didn’t hurry, they’d both be late for work. Saturday shifts
were good for making extra cash, but not if he didn’t get there.
He
stepped under the water. Too cold. Shaved so fast he nicked himself
and finally got some clothes on and hurried back into the living
room. Jim sat on the couch holding a book, the two cats staring at
him from across the room. He stared back. Billy laughed. “Have they
got you cornered?”
“Shit,
man, those two are scary. What are they, ninja attack cats?”
Billy
sat and pulled on his work boots. He nodded at the book. “What you
got?”
Jim
held out the book. “This is heavy shit, my man.” The copy of Jane
Eyre kind
of weighed down his hand.
Billy
tried to keep his brows from scrunching together. “I just like to
read. I didn’t get to go to school too long, so I read, okay?” He
didn’t say he read because it was like a fucking gift to finally be
able to do it.
Jim
set down the book and stood up. “You really are different, you
know?”
“Thanks
a shitload.”
“I
don’t mean it bad. You’re just—not like most of the guys.”
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Tara
Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance
novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was
published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book
25. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series,
Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage,
Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best
Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an
advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on
both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her
soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California
where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity,
justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say
“Yes”!
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