FAMILY CAMP released March 28th. To celebrate, I’m doing a blog tour with Signal Boost Promotions. You can enter to win a $25 gift certificate at any of the blog tour stops.
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My next book is due out on March 28th! Here’s the cover and blurb.
BLURB:
When Geo signs up for Family Camp, he envisions nature hikes, s’mores, and a chance to win over his recalcitrant new foster kids, Jayden and Lucy. He’s tried to become a dad for so long, and he hopes the three of them can be the family he’s always wanted. What he doesn’t anticipate is the prickly and gorgeous camp counselor who constantly comes to his rescue.
Travis spends a week every year at Camp Evermore, the camp his adoptive parents own. As a pro baseball player, his presence guarantees a full campground and excited campers. He has one rule: never, ever mess around with anyone at camp. His profession demands he stay in the closet. But one sweet and funny new dad is about to test all his resolve.
Sparks fly for Geo and Travis, and not because of the nightly campfire. Having been a foster kid himself, Travis is drawn to Geo’s sincerity and big heart and to his kids. The four of them just fit. But will this be a summer romance? Or can they find a way to be a family long after Family Camp is over?
About the Daddy Dearest series
This is the first book in a new series. The series will consist of stand-alone contemporary novels focusing on single gay dads who find hot romance. Expect laughs, sweet and sexy slow-burn romance, and lots of family feels!
Look for more info in the coming 2 weeks. This book will release on Kindle Unlimited.
Eli
FIVE DARES, my recent bff friends-to-lovers story about a couple of daredevils is now available on Kindle Unlimited.
Readers are calling this book one of my steamiest ever. So check it out... :-)
Eli
I'm hosting the Queer Romance Freebie Fan Club this week on Facebook. If you want to join, you can find it here. Today I'm talking about a novel that's currently in edits, "Five Dares". It will be published by Riptide in Fall 2017. I'll be giving away the chance to read the ARC as soon as it's available.
What's it about?
Usually when I start a new book, I have an idea of what I want to accomplish--whether it's intended to be a comedy or something that tackles serious issues or something particularly sexy. "Five Dares" was intended to be a mainstream, contemporary, very sexy NA (New Adult). With, hopefully, good humor and UST. :-)
Andy and Jake have been bffs forever. Andy is an adrenaline jockey--he loves to do crazy stunts and dares to freak people out, and Jake is happy to be his sideman. Their stunts are not as haphazard or dangerous as they appear to be. In fact, Andy is usually pretty smart about it. But the night of their college graduation from NYU, he's feeling anxious over he and Jake's imminent move to separate sides of the continent. Jake is supposed to start work as a programmer for a company in Silicon Valley, and Andy is headed to Harvard law school in Boston. That night, Andy is feeling crazier than usual an proposes an impromptu dare holding lit firecrackers.
It doesn't go so well.
Andy and Jake are forced to spend the summer alone together at a cottage in Nantucket to recooperate from their injuries. With four burned palms between them, a whole lot of things become difficult--including getting off. As their frustration mounts, Andy begins a new series of dares that will cross the friendship line. In fact, in Andy's typical reckless style, he blows it to smithereens.
It's fun though. Too much fun?
At the end of the summer, when their burns heal, the two friends will have to decide if they go their separate ways or risk the greatest dare of their lives. (Since this is a romance, you can probably guess that love wins.)
Giveaway
To win a chance to read an ARC of this novel before anyone else, comment on the facebook post on the Queer Romance Freebie Fan Club. The winner will be chosen Friday 5/13/2017. I'm not sure exactly when the ARC will be going out. Probably July or August. But you'll be on the list to get one when it's ready.
Excerpt (not final text)
Andy
I woke up Monday morning hard as an iron post, the kind they put up in Boston to make sure cars didn’t enter pedestrian zones. I’d been dreaming about sex, though I couldn’t remember the details. God damn, but I had to get off. I was becoming seriously irritable, especially being around Jake all the time. He could have ended this so easily, not only the physical torment itself, but the questions that were starting to drive me crazy. And yet he hadn’t even acknowledged I’d suggested we get each other off since he’d first walked away on Friday morning.
Fine! I’d figure out another way to do it then.
I went into the bathroom. It was too difficult to turn the lock on the door and, anyway, if Jake walked in on me, that was his problem. I couldn’t even piss with my aching hard-on, and I was so done with this. The sink in the bathroom was free-standing and had a curved porcelain edge. It was at the right height that figured I might be able to rub off against it. Of course, cold porcelain wasn’t exactly conducive to comfort. I bent over and grasped a towel off the rack with my teeth. I tried to drape it over the basin. What I wanted was a clean double fold so there would be two thickness of terrycloth between me and the porcelain. But the towel dropped twice, forcing me to get onto my knees to pick it back up in my teeth and use my elbows to get back on my feet. Then I could only get a single layer of the towel in place, despite spending ages trying to fold it with my elbows.
Finally I gave up and just tried to rub off against it, but the surface was still too hard. And it was bunched up all wrong, making uncomfortable folds. I got more and more pissed, still hard as a rock and in desperate need. I finally found a spot on the towel that wasn’t too uncomfortable, and was just starting to rut in earnest when I heard the door and voices in the main room. Walter’s voice. I’d apparently slept right through Emily’s visit, and now Walter had arrived for our morning shower and bandage change.
I swore a loud, hearty motherfucker and let the towel drop to the floor. I scooted my gym shorts back up against the bathroom wall, having to work it over my woodie. Whatever. I didn’t care. My T-shirt was long enough to mostly cover it. I used the back of one bandaged hand and my knee to turn the bathroom door knob and stomped out.
Walter and Jake were in the living room, talking. Walter gave me a nod, though he didn’t smile or say hello. He’d probably heard me cursing. I glared at the two of them and went into the kitchen.
Emily had left me a large coffee travel mug on the counter with a straw in it. I took a sip. It was cold. I thunked my head against the fridge, breathing hard.
I was so done. Normally, I could laugh about it or take it as a challenge, but not this morning. I was frustrated and horny and resentful.
“Andy?” Jake came up behind me, his voice quiet. I heard the sink in the bathroom turn on. Walter was in there setting up for our showers. As if I’d let him near me with this fucking hard-on.
I growled, not lifting my head from the fridge. “What do you want, Jake?”
“What’s the matter?”
I heard the worry in Jake’s voice. He honestly didn’t know? “My coffee is cold, my dick is hard, and I want to punch something. Any more questions?”
There was as smirk in Jake’s voice. “So your coffee is frigid and your dick is rigid? I hate when that happens.”
I smiled despite myself, though with my head on the fridge, I didn’t think he could see it. But at the same time, part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off. The way he’d told me to. But I didn’t. Jake wasn’t doing anything wrong. He had every right to say no to my little plan. In fact, he was probably smart to say no. I was the fucked up one. Why did I want this so much?
I sighed and slumped even more against the fridge, feeling defeated.
Behind me, I actually heard a gulp as Jake swallowed. “Hey, listen . . . I’ll do it.” His voice was low and gravelly, as if he didn’t want Walter to hear.
I stood there, not saying anything. But my heart started pounding harder. Did he mean it?
“You said ‘no,’” I finally managed. “If you don’t want to do it, you shouldn’t.”
“I just said I would.”
“Maybe now I don’t want to,” I argued, some gremlin inside me still hurt that he’d said no in the first place.
“Don’t be such an emo!” Jake huffed. “Like you said, it’s an expedient way to get off. It’s not a big deal.”
Oh thank God. My woodie had finally been starting to go down, but now it perked back up again at the idea of getting some action. A warm mouth yet. Jake’s mouth. Oh God. “Okay,” I said breathlessly. “When?”
Jake snorted. “Eager much? We’ll have to wait until Walter leaves, obviously.”
That soon? Oh God. “Okay. After Walter leaves.”
Eli
My m/m romance novella “The Trouble With Tony” releases on Aug 21! It’s a light-hearted contemporary romance in which a Seattle private eye (Tony DeMarco) investigates the murder of a young woman by pretending to be a new patient at a sex clinic where she was being treated. Much to his dismay, he starts to fall for steely-eyed, ex combat surgeon Dr. Jack Halloran, the murder victim’s therapist and a likely suspect.
This is the book first in a new series called “Sex in Seattle” that revolves around a Seattle sex clinic–its doctors, patients, and surrogates.
Win a free ebook of “The Trouble With Tony”!
Last week I posted an excerpt and this week there's a new one (below). Comment on this post or on last week's to have your name entered for a chance to win a free ebook copy of "Tony". Comment on both to double your chance to win.
THIS WEEK'S POST WITH COMMENTS SECTION.
Now, let's see what Tony and Jack are up to, shall we?
THIS WEEK'S EXCERPT:
Dr. Halloran stood up and went to the door of his office, where a white doctor’s coat hung on a hook. He started putting it on. “As I mentioned, before we can start treatment, I need to do an exam. I have to rule out any obvious physical issues first.”
“I can assure you, Doc, the plumbing is fine down there,” Tony said, now definitely panicking.
“Oh? When was your last physical?”
Tony tried to joke. “Me? I’m Italian, I’m male, and I’m under fifty. I wouldn’t go to a doctor unless my eyeball was hanging out so far I could floss with it, or my piss was the color of pink lemonade, maybe even bloody mary mix.”
Halloran turned to him with a raised brow, blocking the door and folding his arms, his feet slightly apart. “Uh-huh. That’s what I thought. Do you want me to treat you or not, Mr. DeMarco? Because if you’re not serious about this, I’d rather you not waste both our time.”
His posture, his voice…. Tony had an odd sense of déjà vu. It was as if his mother had suddenly inhabited the body of a slim blond doctor.
“I… I am serious, Doc. But—”
Halloran pointed to an exam table set against the back wall of the office. His voice was so cold it could have sunk the Titanic. “Then go over to that table and drop ’em.”
Tony tried to think of a way out, but Halloran’s face was set in a give-me-ten-soldier mask that would make babies cry, plus he was blocking the door. Tony figured he could get past him if he had to. Well, maybe. Halloran was obviously tougher than he looked. How much military training did they give combat doctors, anyway? But even if he could force his way out, Halloran would be done treating him, and Tony wouldn’t have a way into the clinic.
Besides, what if Halloran could really help with his little trouble?
Five minutes, it’ll be over. Five minutes, it’ll be over. His face burning with shame, Tony stood and slunk to the exam table like he was going to his doom. God, please just let me die, quickly and painlessly. In the next ten seconds would be good.
“How do you want me to…?” Tony started lamely.
“You can just lean against the table and take down your trousers and underwear, please. It’s best if you’re standing.”
Halloran went to a cabinet and turned his back. He washed his hands and started taking out a few supplies, giving Tony a moment of privacy. Tony undid his belt buckle and pushed his black pants and briefs to his thighs. He leaned back against the table, grateful for the support. Fortunately, the tails of his shirt gave him a little modesty.
Five minutes, it’ll be over. Five minutes, it’ll be over.
Yeah, but during those five minutes, a murder suspect is going to be looking at my dick. How did that happen?
Jack walked over. As he drew close, Tony felt a nauseous flutter in his stomach. He closed his eyes.
“That’s fine, Tony. Close your eyes and relax.”
It sounded suspiciously like something a serial killer would say. Tony bit his lip as he felt hands unbutton the lower buttons on his shirt and tuck the ends to either side. A cool breeze wafting over his dick let him know he was exposed. Nice.
Oh, the romance! LOL. Nothing like meeting over a prostate exam to cement a budding attraction. I wonder how it goes?
Eli