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Review & Blog Tour: A Body In The Bathhouse Guest Post from Brad Shreve

A Body In The Bathhouse | Brad Shreve

Mitch O’Reilly Mysteries #1

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 Length: 65,000 words approx.

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Blurb

On the verge of bankruptcy, private investigator, Mitch O’Reilly takes any gig that comes his way, while running his Eye Spy Supply shop in a forgotten Los Angeles strip mall.

After two tours in Afghanistan, Mitch’s life amounts to operating his store, coping with his fun-loving sister, Josie, and scoring with anonymous men he meets online. That changes when he gets a break.

A beloved comedy scriptwriter is murdered at a bathhouse, and Mitch is hired to prove the innocence of the club custodian. Adapting from a two-bit gumshoe to a high-profile sleuth proves more challenging than he expected.

As if Mitch didn’t have enough to deal with, charismatic bathhouse operator, Trent Nakos, enters his life. After a heartbreaking past, the manager is the definition of a man the brooding P.I. actively avoids.

Following leads from sprawling mansions to sketchy hoods is demanding but becomes more troublesome when deadly threats jeopardize the biggest opportunity of his career.

 

A Little History About Bathhouse Culture

Some people have been curious why I wrote a mystery that takes place in a bathhouse. The answer to that is simple. It seems, unlike many authors who tell me they struggle to come up with titles to their novels, I have the opposite problem. The titles hit me and then I must work a story around it. Not the easiest route, but it’s what works for me.

I don’t know when or where the title A Body in a Bathhouse hit me, but I knew right away I had to use it.

Once I decided to write a mystery involving a bathhouse that’s where the fun began. I learned about the history of bathhouses and bathhouse culture. The more I learned, the more I wanted to learn. The history is long. The early Greeks and Romans made public baths part of their culture around 20 BC. Some were large enough to hold 600 people. But those aren’t the types of baths I’m talking about, and I don’t have enough space for 2,000 years of history. 

Gay bathhouses showed up in the U.S. around the turn of the 20th century. Many old traditional Turkish baths built small private rooms for gay men to use. American’s first police raid of a bathhouse was in 1903 in New York City and 23 men were arrested and 7 were sentenced to long-term prison sentences.  

For decades bathhouses were a safer, though not safe, place for gay men to meet others for sex. 

Modern gay bathhouses sprouted up in the 1950s. These supplied not only a sexual outlet, but social as well. Men could be themselves around other gay men, with no fear of blackmail or harassment. When men had sex, it was without the need for secrecy or fear of judgement. There was still the fear of raids and arrests, but they were safer than public parks and restrooms. 

Gay bathhouses hit their heyday in the late 1960s and 1970s when they became fully licenses business. With the advent of the gay liberation movement, many became the hub of the gay community, offering pride events, voter registration, and plenty of entertainment. Bette Midler got her start performing in bathhouses. One time she was accompanied on the piano by Barry Manilow. “Bathhouse Betty” performed at the Continental Baths that opened in 1968 and included cabaret shows, disco dancing, an Olympic size swimming pool, held 1,000 men, and, of course, had plenty of small private rooms.

The glory days of bathhouses ended in the 1980s with the advent of the AIDS epidemic. During the 1970s, there were as many as 30 gay bathhouses in San Francisco. When the epidemic led the city to outlaw club sexual activity in 1984, the last one within the city closed in 1987. Before the epidemic there were about 200 bathhouses nationwide; today there are less than 70.  

One challenge of bathhouses today is after the 1980s they were no longer social centers and reverted to nothing more than safe places for anonymous sex. With the advent of the internet and applications like Grindr, they are less needed, and clubs close every year. Hell, sometimes all you need is to catch another fella’s eye while in the supermarket. Something unheard of not long ago. 

I cover much of this in A Body in a Bathhouse though in a more entertaining way than this history lesson. Today’s bathhouses know if they continue to only hand out towels at a small fee for men looking for sex they will not survive. To continue, they will need to return to the days of being a social and cultural center. Many clubs are making the effort, how many will succeed only time will tell.

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 About The Author

After growing up in Michigan and North Carolina, Brad Shreve criss-crossed the country while working in the hotel industry. In addition to working in hotels as a bellman, front desk clerk, and reservation call center director, he’s managed coffee houses, waited tables, sold potato chips off a truck and even hocked pre-burial funeral plans.

He credits Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak for developing his interest in art and storytelling. He’d spend hours on the floor sketching and painting and writing stories. My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George gave him his first inklings that he’d like to be a novelist someday.

In addition to perpetually thinking of how to kill people, he’s a proud dad, a beach bum, and coffee house squatter.

He currently lives in the Los Angeles South Bay with his husband, Maurice.

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Book Blitz: A Body In The Bathhouse by Brad Shreve

A Body In The Bathhouse | Brad Shreve

Mitch O’Reilly Mysteries #1

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Buy Links:

Amazon US | Amazon UK 

Universal Link

Exclusive to Amazon and Available to Borrow with Kindle Unlimited

 Length: 65,000 words approx.

Cover Design: UmeWorks

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Blurb

On the verge of bankruptcy, private investigator, Mitch O’Reilly takes any gig that comes his way, while running his Eye Spy Supply shop in a forgotten Los Angeles strip mall.

After two tours in Afghanistan, Mitch’s life amounts to operating his store, coping with his fun-loving sister, Josie, and scoring with anonymous men he meets online. That changes when he gets a break.

A beloved comedy scriptwriter is murdered at a bathhouse, and Mitch is hired to prove the innocence of the club custodian. Adapting from a two-bit gumshoe to a high-profile sleuth proves more challenging than he expected.

As if Mitch didn’t have enough to deal with, charismatic bathhouse operator, Trent Nakos, enters his life. After a heartbreaking past, the manager is the definition of a man the brooding P.I. actively avoids.

Following leads from sprawling mansions to sketchy hoods is demanding but becomes more troublesome when deadly threats jeopardize the biggest opportunity of his career.

Excerpt

Trance music, which I hate, blared into the streets from the club. Since I hadn’t been dancing in West Hollywood since college, walking into Euphoria was surreal. The faces were different, but nothing had changed.

The bartender yelled over the music, “What can I get for you?”

“A Rolling Rock,” I yelled back. I gave him my credit card and told him I’d run a tab.

Near the bar was a platform where a go-go boy was dancing. He was young, scrawny, pasty white, and had a red mohawk. The crowd paid no attention, and he frowned. I made a mental note to tip him on my way out.

Further back in the bar, another dancer dominated the crowd’s attention. I recognized his rich, dark, perfectly defined body from Club Silver Lake’s security videos. What got him the most attention was what he was packing below. His thong had to have been custom made. It wasn’t possible for him to fit into something off the shelf.

“Is that Christian?” I yelled to the bartender.

“If you’re asking, you must be from out of town, or you don’t get out much,” he hollered back.

“Touché,” I replied. “What’s his usual?”

“A tequila shot with a Corona chaser.”

“Set them up for me for his next break,” I said, thinking it might be necessary to loosen him up before questioning.

I grabbed the three drinks—his tequila and chaser, and my beer—and moved to a table near Christian. He rolled his magnificent stomach, then turned and shook his bubble butt at the crowd. Cheers drowned the music as he played with his honey-colored thong—pulling it down just enough to throw them into a frenzy, then raising it again to groans of disappointment. His face was rugged yet boyish with his wide smile and deep dimples. The bucks were flying.

Christian stepped off the platform as I downed the last of my beer. I grabbed his drinks and rushed behind him, through the rows of sweaty men, to the back of the bar. I was too slow. He entered his dressing room before I could catch him.

I knocked.

The door opened. “What?”

“I ordered these for you.”

He took the tequila shot from my hand and downed it, then grabbed the beer. “Thanks,” he snapped and closed the door.

I knocked again.

The door flew open. “Thanks for the drinks,” he shouted, “but I’m on break and need my space.”

I held out my hand to shake. “Hi, Christian. I’m Mitch O’Reilly. I–—”

I narrowly escaped him cutting off my hand as he slammed the door shut.

I was shocked that he actually opened the door when I knocked again, and I stuck out my foot so he couldn’t slam it again. “Not to disappoint you, but I’m not here as a fan. I’m the private investigator hired to look into Victor Verboom’s murder.”

He took the business card I held out and tossed to the floor. The room was nothing more than a closet with a single wooden chair, and a bookcase stacked with clothing.

“What do you want?”

“You were at Club Silver Lake the night he was murdered.”

“Yeah. What of it?” His voice was smoky.

“I’m meeting with all the suspects.”

He turned his head quickly. “I’m a suspect?”

“You were there, weren’t you?”

“Uh, yes.” He looked back and forth through the club and took a step back. “I’ll put some clothes on, and we’ll go to my car. Meet me out front.”

I wasn’t on the sidewalk long before he trotted out wearing jeans and a white tank top. He motioned me to follow him to a light blue Mustang. It looked new. “When I can’t get any peace in there, I come out here on my breaks.”

“Nice car. Not a bad ride for a nightclub dancer. You must do pretty well on that platform.”

“Screw the car. What do you want?”

 About The Author

After growing up in Michigan and North Carolina, Brad Shreve criss-crossed the country while working in the hotel industry. In addition to working in hotels as a bellman, front desk clerk, and reservation call center director, he’s managed coffee houses, waited tables, sold potato chips off a truck and even hocked pre-burial funeral plans.

He credits Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak for developing his interest in art and storytelling. He’d spend hours on the floor sketching and painting and writing stories. My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George gave him his first inklings that he’d like to be a novelist someday.

In addition to perpetually thinking of how to kill people, he’s a proud dad, a beach bum, and coffee house squatter.

He currently lives in the Los Angeles South Bay with his husband, Maurice.

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Guest Post: Trust the Connection by Brigham Vaughn

Trust the Connection | Brigham Vaughn

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Publisher: Two Peninsulas Press (Indie/Self-Published)

Publication Date: November 20, 2018

Word Count /or Page Number: 145,480 words/425 pages

Formats/Price: eBook – $5.99 (Available on KU)

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I’m delighted to welcome Brigham to the blog today with an Exclusive Excerpt and also a discussion about the playlist which helped inspire the writing of Trust the Connection.

“I almost always listen to music while I write, but it doesn’t always turn into a playlist for the story. Sometimes it remains in the background, not becoming a part of the storyline. But two years ago, as I wrote “Trust” and “Connection” certain songs jumped out at me and I made them into a playlist.

I don’t mind hearing a song on repeat, so I probably listened to this playlist about 4,279 times as I wrote the story. I added a few more here and there as I tweaked the plot and wrote and re-wrote.

“Dust to Dust” by The Civil Wars was one of the first songs I added and by the end it still resonated with me so much that I can’t hear it without thinking of Evan and Jeremy. The melancholy feel was perfect for the story, but the lyrics spoke to me even more. I always imagined this song being from Evan’s perspective, begging Jeremy to let him in. Evan can see how good they could be together and he’s beginning to learn his own strength and see what he can offer Jeremy, if only Jeremy will give him a chance.

“It’s not your eyes
It’s not what you say
It’s not your laughter that gives you away
You’re just lonely
You’ve been lonely, too long

All your actin’
Your thin disguise
All your perfectly delivered lies
They don’t fool me
You’ve been lonely, too long

Let me in the wall, you’ve built around
And we can light a match and burn it down
Let me hold your hand and dance ’round and ’round the flame
In front of us
Dust to

You’ve held your head up
You’ve fought the fight
You bear the scars
You’ve done your time
Listen to me
You’ve been lonely, too long

Let me in the wall, you’ve built around
And we can light a match and burn them down
And let me hold your hand and dance ’round and ’round the flames
In front of us
Dust to dust

You’re like a mirror, reflecting me
Takes one to know one, so take it from me
You’ve been lonely
You’ve been lonely, too long
We’ve been lonely
We’ve been lonely, too long”

– “Dust to Dust” by The Civil Wars

At the heart of this story is the idea of two men, desperately lonely for different reasons, finding each other and struggling to let the other in.

Jeremy, in particular, is terrified to open up to Evan and let him see all of him. I found Adam Lambert’s “Underneath” particularly suited to him and there’s a plaintive edge to the song that echo’s Jeremy’s fears and hopes so perfectly. He wants to let Evan see all of him but he’s terrified of being rejected because of his scars.

“Strip away the flesh and bone
Look beyond the lies you’ve known
Everybody wants to talk about a freak
No one wants to dig that deep
Let me take you underneath

Baby, better watch your step
Never mind what’s on the left
You’re gonna see things you might not wanna see
It’s still not that easy for me underneath

A red river of screams
Underneath
Tears in my eyes
Underneath
Stars in my black and blue sky
And underneath
Under my skin
Underneath, the depths of my sin
Look at me
Now do you see?

Welcome to my world of truth
I don’t wanna hide any part of me from you
I’m standing here with no apologies
Such a beautiful release
You inside of me

A red river of screams
Underneath
Tears in my eyes
Underneath
Stars in my black and blue sky
And underneath
Under my skin
Underneath, the depths of my sin
Look at me
Now do you see?
Underneath, underneath, underneath…
Underneath, Underneath

Welcome to my world of truth

A red river of screams
Underneath
Tears in my eyes
Underneath
Stars in my black and blue sky
And underneath
Under my skin
Underneath, the depths of my sin
Look at me
Now do you see?
Underneath, underneath, underneath
Look at me
Do you see?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Look at me
Do you see?

Welcome to my world of truth
I don’t wanna hide any part of me from you.”

– “Underneath” by Adam Lambert

This fall, when I decided to re-release the two stories as one single one, I listened to the playlists I had for the story and combined them. I also added a few new songs and “Lonely Still” by Jesse Sykes and the Sweet Hereafter felt particularly appropriate for “Trust the Connection.”

“Well this is where my ship has run aground
Stuck in the mud on the Puget Sound
I came from the Great Lakes
And I watched them turn dry
The sky turned black, and I cried

I never thought heartbreak would follow me ’round
Well, I’m lonely
Well, I’m lonely still
Well, I’m lonely
Well, I’m lonely still

Hammered hearts tired of being young
It wasn’t you, it could have been anyone
I came from the Great Lakes
And I saw them turn dry
The sky turned black, and I cried

I never thought heartbreak would follow me ’round
Well, I’m lonely
Well, I’m lonely still
Well, I’m lonely
Well, I’m lonely still”

Click on the Spotify link to enjoy the whole playlist and get a glimpse into the songs that helped shape the story.

https://open.spotify.com/user/12126408625/playlist/2HJOs5itChx38V7I8ewEfb

Summary

Scars run deep but run loves even deeper

After a lifetime of being told he’s worthless, Evan Harris is forced out of the closet and the only home he’s ever known. Jobless and homeless, he makes a desperate call to a couple he barely knows. They give him a place to stay at their place in Atlanta while he gets back on his feet. But he’s too shy to explore the big city and go after what he wants: a relationship.

Physically and emotionally scarred from a devastating car accident, Jeremy Lewis struggles to reconcile the brash, outgoing man he used to be with the social recluse he’s become. He’s resigned himself to being alone, but an encounter with an ex-boyfriend shakes up his dull existence and brings Evan into his life.

Loneliness draws Evan and Jeremy to each other, but a strong mutual attraction isn’t enough.  At thirty-six, Jeremy is convinced a relationship would be holding twenty-one-year-old Evan back.

Evan must be strong enough to fight for what he wants and Jeremy must let someone close enough to see his scars. Otherwise, they’ll miss out on the love of a lifetime.

NOTE: This story was previously published as a two-volume serial under the titles of “Connection” and “Trust”. Minor updates have been made but the story is essentially unchanged.

Excerpt

“So, I feel like I should warn you about Monty,” Russ said on Sunday afternoon, as they drove toward the apartment Evan might sublet. “He’ll probably say something completely horrifying at some point. I swear his brain doesn’t work like anyone else’s. He really is a nice guy, but don’t be surprised if he says something offensive.”

“Okay.” Evan was vaguely confused. This was someone Russ was supposed to like?

Russ chuckled as if he knew what Evan was thinking. Evan was going to ask him more about Monty but when they pulled onto Rumson street, he got distracted looking at all of the fancy new buildings. Russ pulled up in front of an older, two story brick building and got out. It was quite plain compared to the others, but nicely kept up with flowers and trees planted in front of the building. The whole street was quiet and safe feeling.

Evan followed Russ inside the building and toward the back. As Russ stopped and knocked on the door in front of them, Evan tried to convince himself he shouldn’t get his hopes up too high because it wasn’t necessarily going to work out. But he wanted it to so badly.

“Hey, Monty,” Russ said as the guy in the doorway grinned.

“Russ, my man.” He stepped back. “Come on in.”

Monty wasn’t exactly hot—but he was interesting looking. He had shaggy blond hair and bright blue eyes and sort of looked like a cross between Owen Wilson and Woody Harrelson, but a lot younger. And bigger. Jesus. He managed to make Russ look small. Evan felt puny beside him.

Monty grinned and grabbed Russ in a bear hug. “Good to see you, dude. It’s been too long.”

“Yeah, things have been kinda crazy. We’ll have to grab dinner sometime soon though.” Russ patted him on the back.

“Awesome.”

Across the room, a girl with reddish blonde hair cleared her throat, smiling. “Would you like to introduce us, Monty?”

“Sorry, darlin’,” Monty grinned at her as he crossed the room and hooked an arm around her waist. “Russ, meet my girlfriend, Emily. Emily, this is Russ and uhh….”

“Evan,” he supplied.

“It’s so nice to meet y’all,” she said. She had dimples and Evan liked the way she smiled at him.

Once everyone was introduced and they got past the small talk, Monty rubbed his palms together. “So, Evan, you’re homeless, right?”

Evan blinked. “Uh, yeah, kinda. Although Russ and Stephen have been letting me stay at their place.”

“Russ told me your parents kicked you out ’cause you like dick.”

Beside him, Russ groaned. “I didn’t word it that way!”

Emily lightly thwacked Monty on the stomach with her arm. “Montgomery Doyle! You can’t just say things like that!”

Evan was torn between embarrassment and laughter. “Uhh, I’m gay, yeah. And my family wasn’t okay with it.”

“Dude, that sucks.”

“Pretty much,” Evan agreed, jamming his hands in his pockets. It had been over a month and they hadn’t called him once.

“So, what do you think of the place, Evan?”

“Oh, I haven’t really looked around yet,” Evan admitted. He glanced around the apartment. It was small; a tiny single room with a kitchenette at one end with a stove, sink, and refrigerator, a couple of cabinets, and a few square feet of counter space. At the far end, Evan could see a closed door—a closet maybe—and an open door that was clearly to a bathroom. There was another closet by the entrance and most of the space in the room was taken up by a bed. According to Russ, the place was only about three hundred square feet, but that was plenty for Evan. He didn’t own much.

“I like it,” he said, smiling at Monty. It looked clean and bright and he liked that there were two windows to let in a lot of light. It felt cozy and it would be all his own. Perfect.

“You’ve definitely learned a lot about cleaning since we lived together in the old place,” Russ said. “Are those vacuum marks on the carpet?”

Emily beamed. “He’s learning. He was such a train wreck when we met! I don’t know how you lived with him, Russ.”

Russ’ tone was deadpan. “Desperation. It’s amazing what you’ll do when you have student loans to pay off.”

Monty shot him the finger but laughed anyway. “Yeah well, I had to downsize to a studio when he ditched me for his sugar daddy.”

“Stephen is not my sugar daddy.” Russ sounded exasperated.

“Hey, you hooked up with him, moved into a fancy apartment, got a new car…. Smells like sugar daddy to me. How many times a day do you have to suck cock to get that?”

“Monty!” Emily chastised.

Evan’s eyes widened. He was starting to understand what Russ had been talking about. But there was no malice in Monty’s voice. He didn’t seem like he was trying to be cruel.

Russ laughed. “Fuck you, Monty. You know damn well I love that man.”

Smirking, Monty nodded. “Yeah, I know ya’ do. Just givin’ you shit. That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Something like that.” Russ’ tone was dry.

 


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Author Bio:

Brigham Vaughn is on the adventure of a lifetime as a full-time author. She devours books at an alarming rate and hasn’t let her short arms and long torso stop her from doing yoga.  She makes a killer key lime pie, hates green peppers, and loves wine tasting tours.

A collector of vintage Nancy Drew books and green glassware, she enjoys poking around in antique shops and refinishing thrift store furniture. An avid photographer, she dreams of traveling the world and she can’t wait to discover everything else life has to offer her.

Her books range from short stories to novellas. They explore gay, bisexual, lesbian, and polyamorous romance in contemporary settings.

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Review & Blog Tour: Gateway To Love by Sarah Hadley Brook

Gateway To Love | Sarah Hadley Brook

States of Love Series

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Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Dreamspinner

Length: 32,793 words

Cover Design: Brooke Albrecht

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

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Blurb

 

Ten days to finally make the leap from friends to lovers…

Craig and Mitchell have been friends for years, but each of them reached a point where that camaraderie became… more.

Mitchell’s kept his feelings close to his chest. So has Craig, but now that they’ve graduated from UMKC, he knows it’s his last chance to show Mitchell they’re meant to be before their careers take them to opposite sides of the country.

He insists they can’t leave Missouri behind without one last adventure. Mitchell agrees to a road trip to visit all the touristy spots and say goodbye to their home state.

As they spend their days and nights together, buried feelings rise to the surface and hope blossoms. When their journey ends with a dance beneath the Branson stars, will they find love and a future together at the end of the road?

Excerpt

THE SOUND of a horn jolted Mitch from a sound sleep, and he blinked his eyes for a moment, staring out the window at the busy highway.

“Sorry. Some idiot guy almost hit us. I had to lay on the horn,” Craig explained.

Mitch straightened himself in his seat and rubbed his eyes. “No worries. Sorry I fell asleep.”

Craig grinned at him. “You should be. I’ve had to listen to your snoring for almost two hours.”

“Hey, I don’t snore. You do, but I don’t,” Mitch said emphatically.

Craig snorted. “Whatever. I can hear you through the wall at night.”

“I don’t snore,” Mitch reiterated, and frowned when Craig chuckled. Then he started feeling bad about sleeping so long. “Want me to take a turn at the wheel?”

“Nah. Maybe when we stop for lunch? Although, we’ll probably be in Hannibal before then. We’ve only got about an hour and forty-five minutes left, give or take.”

Mitch nodded and checked his phone, but he couldn’t help watching his best friend out of the corner of his eye. Even after knowing him for four years, Mitch was still blown away by the reaction he felt whenever he looked at Craig. He’d certainly never forgotten the first day they met. It was imprinted on his brain forever.

That first day at Longview Community College had been brutal. He’d had to spend two hours in the admissions office because when he’d shown up for his first class, the professor didn’t have him listed. By the time his schedule was corrected, he’d missed two classes and was nearly late to his third.

He’d slid into an empty seat near the door just as the teacher turned around from the whiteboard. Someone next to him giggled and he glanced over to see the cutest boy he’d ever laid eyes on. Mitch had felt dumbstruck as his cheeks heated in reaction.

“Close call,” the kid had whispered with a nod toward the teacher. “I heard she doesn’t put up with latecomers.”

Mitch pulled himself together and smiled.

It wasn’t until class was over that they were able to talk.

“I’m Mitchell Moon,” he’d offered, as the guy rose from his desk. “Everyone calls me Mitch, though.”

Craig had beamed at him, his blue eyes sparkling a little as he leaned down until their faces were only inches apart. “Hi, Mitchell,” he said with a wink. “My name’s Craig Pruitt.”

And that was that—they became instant friends, bonding over video games, movies, and their love of Star Trek. It was the kind of friendship only found once in a lifetime. Mitch had come out to Craig within the first week of meeting him and his friend hadn’t even blinked.

There was only one problem with their friendship—Mitch had never been able to shake the attraction he felt for Craig. And over the years, as they earned their associate’s degrees from Longview and moved on to UMKC, their bond grew and his feelings for Craig only strengthened.

When Craig had confided in him that he thought he was bisexual their sophomore year, Mitch’s hopes had been raised, but by that time he was firmly planted in the friend zone. So he did what a best friend should—he supported Craig as he came to terms with things and accepted who he was.

He’d admitted that he’d had a crush on a guy in high school, but it ran its course and he never acted on it. As far as Mitch knew, Craig had only dated two guys since then, nothing panning out toward a full-time relationship, though. But he’d had his share of casual hookups with men. Craig had gone a little wild when he’d first come out as bisexual, but had calmed down over the years. In fact, Mitch couldn’t remember him even going on a date during their senior year.

He’d seen the types of men Craig seemed to be attracted to, and they were nothing like Mitch, so he’d tucked his feelings away again and told himself not to go there anymore. It was an ongoing internal battle, but most of the time, he had a handle on it.

This last year of college, they’d found a cheap two-bedroom apartment near campus and moved in that summer. Sharing a small space with the man of his dreams had been hard. Especially when Craig often walked around their place wearing only a pair of boxers.

Mitch was honest enough to admit he’d fantasized about Craig too many times to count and would probably continue to do so long after he’d moved. Maybe that’s how it always was with a first love or major crush.

In his heart, he knew being apart would be good for them. Well, at least it would be for Mitch. Maybe he could finally go out with someone without constantly comparing him to Craig. But in the meantime, he continued to fight the attraction. The desire. The love.

Because that’s what it had turned into. Love. Over the years, the longing, the emotional connection he felt with Craig, it had all turned to love. He wasn’t even sure when it had happened, but there was no denying Mitch was in love with his best friend.

And just when he was close to being free, there they were. One last hurrah before moving out of state. One last adventure with Craig.

What was he going to do without him? He turned to stare out the window, his eyes blind to the passing scenery. All he could see was a future without Craig, and it was shrouded in gray. Mitch was so tired of fighting his feelings. He chuckled to himself.

He was the stereotypical guy in love with his best friend. He knew it was useless, but if Craig had asked him to go to California with him, Mitch would have dropped everything and followed him out west. He knew how pathetic that sounded, but when it came to Craig, Mitch didn’t care what others might think.

About an hour later, Craig pulled over to a gas station to fuel up and grab some snacks. Mitch used the disgusting bathroom, holding his breath as he did his business, quickly washed up, and made his way into the convenience store.

Craig was at the counter paying and held up a bag of items.

“I’m just going to get a drink,” Mitch told him as he walked past Craig. His friend grabbed his arm, wrapping his fingers around his wrist.

“I already got you your Dr Pepper,” he told Mitch with a smile. “And your Kit Kat.”

Mitch wanted to respond. Wanted to say thank you. But all he could do was revel in the sensation of Craig’s touch. Electricity prickled his skin, skittering through him.

“Mitchell?” Craig’s voice was low. He sounded worried.

“Sorry. Just… forgot what I was going to say,” he lied, knowing he sounded lame. He noticed Craig hadn’t let go of his wrist and raised his eyes to meet his friend’s gaze. Mitch was surprised at the intensity. The large black pupils. The flushed cheeks. “I-I’m… fine. Thanks for grabbing some things for me.”

Craig studied him, looking like he wanted to say something, but finally let Mitch go and they walked back out to the car and settled in.

“Less than an hour left,” Craig announced.

Mitch tried to tamp down his excitement, but it was difficult. He’d always wanted to visit Hannibal. He’d read all of Mark Twain’s stories, and knowing he was from Missouri had encouraged him when he’d dreamed about becoming a writer.

Graduating with a Bachelor of Arts in English had put him closer to that dream. Being hired to work on a grassroots website devoted to getting people registered to vote had been exciting and he was looking forward to starting next month. He was less excited about the magazine internship. West Virginia tourism was definitely not something he remotely cared about.

He’d only taken it because his sister, Samantha, lived in West Virginia, where the magazine was headquartered, and she had helped him get the interview. Plus he could stay with her until he got a feel for the area. Samantha was also providing him with apartment information, so he would have several to check out when he moved.

The magazine hadn’t been in his original plans. He’d wanted to stay in Kansas City after graduation and work on his writing. His dream was to become a published author. Mitch lived to write, creating fantasy worlds and bringing characters to life.

Over the years, he’d managed to put some money away, through his work at the coffee shop. Add what he’d been given as graduation gifts from his mother, his sister, and various relatives, and he was confident he could afford to give the writing thing a try for a while—as long as he had a roommate and a part-time job.

When Craig announced he’d taken a job in California, working for a nonprofit that helped homeless teens, Mitch’s plans took a nosedive. While he’d been proud of Craig, the idea of staying in Kansas City without him was depressing.

If he was going to start a new chapter in his life and really get over Craig, staying where he’d be constantly reminded of their times together was out of the question. Writing would have to take a back seat to making a living. Mitch was trying to be an adult and make responsible choices—decisions that would help him move forward.

Maybe a new start in a new city would help him finally find a man that he could be in a real relationship with.

He just had to survive this trip without telling his best friend the truth he’d hidden for years.

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Author Bio

Sarah Hadley Brook lives smack-dab in the middle of the Heartland and is the mother of two wonderful young men, as well as two cats. During the day, she works in the nonprofit world, but reserves evenings for her hobby-turned-passion of writing, letting the characters she conjures in her mind take the lead and show her where the story will go.

When not working or writing, she can be found reading, working on dollhouses, trying her hand at new recipes, or watching old movies and musicals. In her ideal world, Christmas would come at least twice a year, Rock Hudson and Doris Day would have co-starred in more than three movies, and chocolate would be a daily necessity.

She dreams of traveling to Scotland some day and visiting the places her ancestors lived. Sarah believes in “Happily Ever After” and strives to ensure her characters find their own happiness in love and life.

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Guest Post: Sarah Hadley Brook talks about why she writes

Gateway To Love | Sarah Hadley Brook

States of Love

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I am delighted to welcome Sarah Hadley Brook to the blog today as she celebrates the release of Gateway To Love, part of the Dreamspinner States of Love series


Why I Write

Hi! My name is Sarah Hadley Brook and I’m excited to be here and talk about my newest release, Gateway to Love, which is part of Dreamspinner Press’s States of Love series. The story takes place in Missouri and was a lot of fun for me to write, as the state is where I’ve lived most of my life.

I have to admit, if someone had asked me three years ago if I ever thought I would be a published author, I would have answered with an emphatic ‘no’. The idea to submit to a publisher was out of the question—just too far-fetched to be believed. Until it wasn’t.

Growing up, I loved to write. I wrote stories my mom, stories for my stuffed animals, stories for my teachers. I wrote because I loved creating my own little worlds where things felt safe, people were happy, and nobody cried. Oh, and yeah…I gave a lot of my characters the ability to fly, because people should fly! I dreamed about being a journalist someday or a famous writer.

When I got pregnant at nineteen, those dreams were pushed aside as I set about ensuring I had a solid foundation to raise my son. And writing my stories probably wasn’t going to be part of that—at least not for a while.

Years passed. Another child. More responsibility. A house. Two jobs. Moving up the ladder. Stories still called to me. Characters flew in my dreams, albeit now they were more likely to be flying through the grocery store, allowing me to get the shopping done twice as fast. So, you know, flying with a purpose…because life was crazy and busy and all about the kids.

And then…it wasn’t. They’d grown into wonderful men. And I was a forty-two year old empty nester. (Sort of- one did come back for a year!) I came home from work and it was quiet. Too quiet. My boys and I are very close, so even though they were both independent and living on their own, they were at the house often and of course, visited to raid the fridge. But I still had too much time on my hands.

Those characters in my head began to grow louder. Insistent. Boldly telling me to write. I resisted. What would I write about? I read a lot of romance, so of course, that was my first instinct. But when I tried, I just couldn’t get the female characters to come alive. But the men? It came so much easier. Natural. And it finally dawned on me why.

The most important and true love I’d ever seen was between my uncle and his partner back in the 80s. The way they were with each other was inspiring. Even as my uncle was diagnosed with AIDS and eventually passed, their love never wavered. I’d never seen that kind of true, all-encompassing love before and it had a huge impact on my life.

So now I write for my uncle, their love still inspiring me. I admit, I am still learning when it comes to telling my stories, but there is no way I can stop. It’s part of me now. I have too many love stories to tell!

I hope you check out Gateway to Love and learn about the state of Missouri while you’re at it. I’ve listed all the ways you can follow or contact me below. And if you sign up for my newsletter on my website, you receive a free ebook!

You can follow me on social media:

Twitter: @SarahHBrook
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Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Dreamspinner

Length: 32,793 words

Cover Design: Brooke Albrecht

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Blurb

Ten days to finally make the leap from friends to lovers…
Craig and Mitchell have been friends for years, but each of them reached a point where that camaraderie became… more.

Mitchell’s kept his feelings close to his chest. So has Craig, but now that they’ve graduated from UMKC, he knows it’s his last chance to show Mitchell they’re meant to be before their careers take them to opposite sides of the country.

He insists they can’t leave Missouri behind without one last adventure. Mitchell agrees to a road trip to visit all the touristy spots and say goodbye to their home state.

As they spend their days and nights together, buried feelings rise to the surface and hope blossoms. When their journey ends with a dance beneath the Branson stars, will they find love and a future together at the end of the road?

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Author Bio

Sarah Hadley Brook lives smack-dab in the middle of the Heartland and is the mother of two wonderful young men, as well as two cats. During the day, she works in the nonprofit world, but reserves evenings for her hobby-turned-passion of writing, letting the characters she conjures in her mind take the lead and show her where the story will go.

When not working or writing, she can be found reading, working on dollhouses, trying her hand at new recipes, or watching old movies and musicals. In her ideal world, Christmas would come at least twice a year, Rock Hudson and Doris Day would have co-starred in more than three movies, and chocolate would be a daily necessity.

She dreams of traveling to Scotland some day and visiting the places her ancestors lived. Sarah believes in “Happily Ever After” and strives to ensure her characters find their own happiness in love and life.

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Guest Post: Eli Easton talks about her favourite High School romances

Boy Shattered | Eli Easton

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I am absolutely delighted to welcome the lovely Eli Easton to the blog today with a Guest Post looking at her favourite TV High School Romances


Eli’s Favorite High School Romances on TV
 
By Eli Easton

Welcome to the blog tour to celebrate the release of “Boy Shattered”! This is my first Young Adult book since “Superhero” in 2013. It’s set in a high school and features a romance between an openly gay valedictorian type student (Landon) and the school quarterback (Brian). When Brian is wounded during a shooting at their high school, Landon saves his life and the two become inseparable. It’s an enemies-to friends-to lovers story.

Although I haven’t written a lot of YA, I love to read it. I also love TV and films set at that age. There’s something magical about first love, when every feeling and sensation is new and there are so many “first times.” I think the romance in “Boy Shattered” captures that new/first love. I hope so!

There are two TV series with gay romances that I especially love that I wanted to share with you. One is Física o Química (English: Physics or Chemistry) and the other is SKAM.

Física o Química

I discovered this show while browsing around youtube and trolled the web until I found videos with English subtitles. It’s a Spanish TV series that ran from February 2008 to June 2011. It had an ensemble cast with storylines about various high school students and teachers. But the highlight (for me at least) is the story of Fer and David.

 Fer (in back) and David (in front), played by Javier Calvo and Adrian Rodriguez

What I particularly like about Fer and David is the fact that their romance is just one plotline among many and it’s treated much like any other romance on the show. They have a loving and public relationship and neither the teachers nor the other students have a problem with it. That was very refreshing.

When their story begins, David is straight-acting and dates girls. Fer has come out. One night when they’re out with friends and drunk, David kisses Fer. After that, Fer is convinced David is gay and tries to get him to admit it so they can be together.

It’s a will-he-won’t-he scenario that has lots of UST and is compelling to watch. Eventually they become a couple and remain one for several seasons on the show.

If you want to check out Fer and David’s story, here’s a link to videos with English subtitles:

http://foqmylife.tumblr.com/Playlist

And here’s a lovely screen grab of Fer and David from a FoQ fan on tumblr:

SKAM

I saw people on Facebook and Twitter talking about Skam and loved it when I finally watched it myself. Skam is a Norwegian teen drama web series about the daily life of teenagers at the Hartvig Nissen School in West End Oslo. It was produced by NRK P3, which is part of the Norwegian government-owned NRK. Skam follows a new main character each season.

SEASON 3 is about Isak (played by Tarjei Sandvik Moe) and his romance with fellow student, Even (played the Henrik Holm). The romance starts with curious glances at one another to double dating (with girls) to a first kiss and an intense relationship.

It deals with Even’s bipolar disorder and how Isak helps him deal with that. It’s a beautiful teen gay romance.

You can watch Skam with English subtitles here:

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6glfsm

Here are some photos of Isak and Even:

Thanks for reading my blog tour post! I’ll be posting about different subjects during the first few weeks of the release on “Boy Shattered” on October 16th.

Visit my website or Facebook for links.

Eli Easton

 

 

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Length: 85,000 words approx.

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Brian

You’ll make it out of here, Brian. I swear.I had everything—school quarterback, popular with girls, and my dad was proud of me. I told myself it didn’t matter no one knew the real me. And then I nearly died.

Landon saved my life. He’s the bravest guy I know. He came out a few years ago, proud and fierce, and he ran into gunfire to help others. Me, I’m a mess. Can’t even stand to be in a room with the curtains open.

But here’s the thing about losing it all: You get a chance to start over and be someone new. Only how can I move on when the two shooters who attacked our school were never caught?

And why do I feel like I’m still in the crosshairs?
Landon

Will you kiss me?

When I came across Brian Marshall, the hottest guy in school, dying on the cafeteria floor, I did what anyone would do. I tried to save him. His request surprised me, but I figured he needed comfort, so I kissed him on the forehead.

When he survived and came back to school, he was broken in body and mind. He still needed me, and soon we were unlikely besties. But what I saw at school that day woke me up.

I want to demand action on gun control, lead protests, raise my fist. I’ll tear the world down if I have to. And if I can get the man of my dreams and save the world at the same time? I’ll take it.

Only I didn’t understand that the horror at Jefferson Waller High wasn’t over.


 

About Eli

Having been, at various times and under different names, a minister’s daughter, a computer programmer, a game designer, the author of paranormal mysteries, a fan fiction writer, and organic farmer, Eli has been an MM romance author since 2013. She has more than30 books published.

Eli has loved romance since her teens and she particular admires writers who can combine literary merit, genuine humor, melting hotness, and eye-dabbing sweetness into one story. She promises to strive to achieve most of that most of the time.

She currently lives on a farm in Pennsylvania with her husband, bulldogs, cows, a cat, and lots of groundhogs. In romance, Eli is best known for her Christmas stories because she’s a total Christmas sap. These include “Blame it on the Mistletoe”, “Unwrapping Hank” and “Merry Christmas, Mr. Miggles”.

Her “Howl at the Moon” series of paranormal romances featuring the town of Mad Creek and its dog-shifters has been popular with readers. And her series of Amish-themed romances, Men of Lancaster County, has won genre awards.

In 2018 Eli hopes to do more of the same, assuming they reschedule the apocalypse.

Her website is www.elieaston.com

You can email her at eli@elieaston.com

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Blog Tour: Center of Gravity by Neve Wilder

Center of Gravity | Neve Wilder

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I’m delighted to welcome author Neve Wilder to the blog today with a Guest Post discussing her debut novel Center of Gravity.

A big thank you to Mirrigold for having me. I’m so excited to share my debut novel with y’all. I thought I’d talk a little about the two main characters, Alex and Rob, and how they came to be.

Rob Macomb was the first to appear to me. I saw him standing in front of a window, peering out through the blinds at this funky orange moving truck as it lumbered down the street. I could tell by his posture and expression that he wasn’t happy about this. He’d been through a rough year, after all. I have a huge soft spot for him, though. He tries to do the “right” thing but he gets in the way of himself a lot.

He’s a stubborn, organized, nose-to-the-grindstone type who keeps ending up with heaps of responsibilities thrust upon him—including his very own unwanted fur baby—because he’s so loyal and dedicated. It leads to a lot of loneliness, though, which is where Alex comes in.

Alex Andrews is the ruiner of Rob’s best laid plans to keep his head down, push through, and focus solely on his career. Initially, I had a clear vision of Alex’s physical appearance, but his inner workings were fairly elusive until I wrote the second chapter of the book and dove headlong into his perspective.

What I discovered was that he was much more cerebral and thoughtful than I’d given him credit for. A fun-loving guy and a shameless flirt, yes, but with plenty of his own struggles to deal with. And no shortage of quirks and oddball moments. Like Rob, he’s stubborn, and that shared trait makes for some serious tension between them that I had so much fun writing, because when the breaking point is reached, oh man, it’s pretty intense.

 
Excerpt from Center of Gravity. In this excerpt, Rob has dinner with Alex’s family and Alex is left reeling by the experience.
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Rob walked the length of the room, studying some of the old paintings I’d done before deciding to switch from painting to three-dimensional design.

“Who’s this?” He separated one of the canvases from the rest. Alain’s wide, dark eyes and petulant mouth stared back at us.

“A guy I dated a couple of years ago. Alain.”

“Very pretty.”

Alain was definitely that. “And very shallow, too. But he’s responsible for the nicer portion of my wardrobe.”

Rob smiled and replaced the canvas, setting his wine glass down to pick up a large sketchbook. He found a folding chair, flipped it down, and asked with a gesture toward the sketchbook, “Can I?”

“Sure.” I took another healthy swallow of wine as he flipped through the pages. “Live studies,” I explained.

“I don’t know a lot about art, but these look pretty good to me.” His eyes flickered up in my direction, a subtle shift in them. Respect, maybe?

“Are you surprised?”

“No. Yes. Maybe a little, I suppose.”

“Why?”

“I guess I always think of artists as moody, broody types.”

“I am, sometimes. The way you are apparently capable of being incredibly charming, sometimes.”

He prompted me to continue with a lift of his brows.

“At dinner, what was that? You banter back and forth, you know a ton about cars. You’re funny. It’s very different from the guy I work next to every day. The uptight one who says he doesn’t have a favorite color.”

“I don’t.” His eyes returned to the paper as he flipped a page then stopped short, his mouth slackening as his lips parted. I knew which one he’d gotten to. Another abandoned project idea. The paper was filled with my thighs and my cock rendered in charcoal, Alain’s unmistakable lips wrapped around me, his eyes wide and wicked as he sucked me off.

Rob’s eyes darted all over the page.

“This is…”

“Want to volunteer to be my live model sometime?” I teased. Yep, definitely over the threshold of tipsy now.

Rob slowly turned the page, chasing a charcoal line with his fingertip as I drifted closer until I stood in front of him and he had to look up at me.

“You know,” he said, closing the cover of the sketchbook and setting it aside. “I think ninety percent of your persistence is a conquer mentality. You just want something because someone has told you you can’t have it.”

I’d considered this possibility. It might even have been true, but I’d had part of him and I still wanted more of him. And he didn’t. Or wouldn’t let himself. The latter was the sticking point because I thought he wanted it too, so why wouldn’t he just let himself go with me?

“At least thirty-five percent of it is for the joy of frustrating you.” Gently, carefully, I slid onto his lap.

“I don’t need to be more frustrated than I am, Alex.” His gaze drifted up from my legs straddling him to meet mine. He didn’t push me away, but his hand closed over my thigh in a way that felt more like a warning than an invitation to shift closer.

“I think ninety percent of your stubbornness is because you’ve convinced yourself you shouldn’t have something you want. You’re just going to keep on feeding your misery, shoveling it in by the spoonful because you’re punishing yourself for something that didn’t work out.”

“It’s more complicated than that.” There was agitation in the way he raked his fingers through his hair.

“It doesn’t have to be. You’re just afraid. But there’s no reason to be. I’m not asking you for anything.”

He was hard. I could feel him beneath me like steel. His hand dropped from my thigh when I leaned in to run my open mouth across his jaw. He inhaled a shaky breath and I darted my tongue out, tasting him just beneath his ear lobe.

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Length: 98,000 words approx.

Cover Design: Jay Aheer

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Blurb

When life comes apart at the seams, love is the only thread that can repair it.

Accountant Rob Macomb has a stable job that he’s good at and… that’s about it. A year of nothing but heartache leaves him seeking refuge from loneliness and grief behind spreadsheets, punishing daily runs, and the occasional anonymous tryst. He wants only to bury the past and focus on his career, but he has one last task to complete: pack up his parent’s quaint beachside house and put it on the market.

Alex Andrews is a budding artist with a penchant for Converse, Cracker Jack, and piercings. Family turmoil sidelines his dreams of finishing art school and building a career in three-dimensional design, and now he’s doing whatever he can to keep everyone afloat.

When Alex shows up as a part of the moving crew hired to help Rob clean out the house, what should be a simple move becomes far more complex. Because it’s not the first time they’ve met, and their last encounter was memorable for all the wrong reasons.

The attraction between them is undeniable and intense, but Rob’s hell-bent on pushing everyone away, and Alex is on the verge of spinning out of control.

Can a grumpy accountant and a bootstrapping artist find their center of gravity together, or are they on a collision course to heartbreak?

*An emotionally-charged, slow burn MM romance featuring an age gap, hurt/comfort themes, and a hard-won happily ever after. This is the standalone first in the Nook Island, Georgia series.*

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Neve Wilder lives in the dirty South, where the summers are hot and the winters are…sometimes cold. She is a mom to three rambunctious weebeasts who have joined forces in a mission to carpet the family home with toys and small items that really suck to step on at six in the morning.

She reads promiscuously, across multiple genres, but her favorite stories always contain an element of romance. Incidentally, this is also what she likes to write. Slow-burners with delicious tension? Yes. Whiplash-inducing page-turners, also yes. Down and dirty scorchers? Yes. And every flavor in between.

She believes David Bowie was the sexiest musician to ever live, and she’s always game to nerd out on anything from music to writing.

And finally, she believes that love conquers all. Except the heat index in July. Nothing can conquer that bastard.

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