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Blog Tour: Teddy Spenser Isn’t Looking For Love by Kim Fielding

Teddy Spenser Isn’t Looking for Love | Kim Fielding

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Imprint: Carina Adores

Release Date: December 29, 2020

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Blurb

Some people search their whole lives to find love. He just wants to avoid it.

Teddy Spenser spends his days selling design ideas to higher-ups, living or dying on each new pitch. Stodgy engineer types like Romeo Blue, his nemesis—if you can call someone who barely talks to you a nemesis—are a necessary evil. A cute necessary evil.

Working together is bad enough, but when their boss puts them both on a new high-stakes project, “working together” suddenly means:
• sitting uncomfortably close on the same plane,
• staying in the same hotel room—with only one bed—and
• spending every waking minute together.

Turns out Mr. Starched Shirt has some hidden depths, and it’s getting harder to ignore the spark Teddy feels with every brush of their hands, with every knowing look.

He might not have been looking for this connection with Romeo, but will he ever be ready to let him go?

Excerpt

“Hey.”

Teddy hadn’t noticed anyone come up behind him, and he startled so violently that he almost knocked over his coffee. He spun the chair around and discovered Romeo Blue looking down at him, stone-faced.

“What?” Teddy knew he was scowling and didn’t care.

“Can we speak in my office, please?” As usual, Romeo’s voice was low, his words clipped. As if he refused to spare much energy to speak to Teddy.

“I’m busy right now.”

“As soon as you can then.” Romeo spun and marched back to his office, leaving its door slightly ajar.

Teddy could have followed him; Imani’s numbers weren’t so urgent that they couldn’t wait awhile. But he remained stubbornly at his desk even though he could no longer focus on the computer screen. Romeo Blue. Teddy had googled him once, just for the hell of it—not at all to dispel lingering notions that his coworker was a spy working under a really stupid alias. It turned out that Lenny Kravitz used Romeo Blue as a stage name back in the eighties, and that was more than a little weird since this Romeo resembled a young Lenny Kravitz, albeit with a darker complexion and a different clothing aesthetic. Kravitz probably didn’t wear suits from Zara. And to be honest, although Kravitz was gorgeous, Romeo was even more so, with perfect eyebrows, velvety eyes, and a mouth that—

“Nope!” Teddy stood abruptly and grabbed his coffee mug. He needed a refill.

He finished off that cup, visited the depressing bathroom he’d been fruitlessly begging Lauren to redecorate, and chatted briefly with the cute copy-machine repair-man before finally knocking on Romeo’s open door and stepping inside. And then, as always when he entered this room, Teddy glowered.

It was a fraction of the size of Lauren’s office, with barely enough room for a desk, two chairs, and a computer stand. Despite that, it was a real office instead of a cubicle. But what truly annoyed Teddy was that Romeo hadn’t even bothered to decorate the space. There wasn’t a single knickknack or picture, and the mismatched office supplies—a black stapler and taupe tape dispenser—appeared to be from the discount bin at Staples. The only touches of personality were the three computer monitors—three of them, for God’s sake—and, of course, Romeo himself.
Maybe Romeo thought himself so decorative that his mere presence sufficed. Or he didn’t want any other objects to detract from his glory.

Also, he smelled like sandalwood, bergamot, and vanilla. Dammit.

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Release Blitz: #20DaysToLA by Tanya Chris

#20DaysToLA | Tanya Chris

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Release Date: August 18th, 2020

Length: 72k words

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Available in Kindle Unlimited

Universal Link: http://mybook.to/20daystoLA

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Blurb

Braxton has a plan. To fly out to LA where he has an apartment and a coveted entry level job waiting for him. To build a life filled with the security and stability he never had as a kid. To find a husband who’s a lot like him: steady, smart, responsible, and capable of making good choices.

To leave Connecticut and everything in it behind him, including his mother, her revolving door of suitors, and his straight ex-stepbrother.

Craig has a plan. To convince Braxton to drive out to LA with him. To see every last sight along the way, no matter how weird or expensive or out of the way. To have one last hurrah before embarking on the adult life he’s in no way ready for. And maybe to act on the bisexuality he’s kept to himself so far.

Whose plan wins? Is twenty days enough to make it from Connecticut to LA and from ex-stepbrothers to friends to happily ever-after? Will Braxton’s stuffed bear, Mr. Lovey, find a real-life bear friend?

Find out in this slow burn, friends to lovers, opposites attract, bi awakening, road trip romance in which there’s ONLY ONE BED.

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Excerpt

“You don’t mind being short, do you? I mean, since you’re gay and all. You don’t have that thing where you have to be the taller than your partner in heels.”

“When have you ever not been taller than your partner in heels?”

“Not me, but…” He shrugs. “It shouldn’t be about size, should it?”

“Gay guys care about size too. I mean—” I backtrack quickly, realizing what I just implied. “Some guys would like how big you are. It’s a thing.”

“Is it your thing?”

“Most of the guys I’ve dated have been about my size.” That’s not answering his question, but it’s as close as I’m going to get. “Muscle-heads tend to stick together.”

“Yeah? Seems a little narcissistic going for someone who looks just like you. Not that I don’t appreciate the work that goes into a physique like mine. It just doesn’t do anything for me in a sex way.”

“You don’t like guys at all, though.”

Another thing we got at the store is a six pack. Craig reaches between us to grab a fresh beer. He spends a minute opening it, as though that takes concentration, then takes several swallows. I assume we’re going to drop that topic of conversation, but he surprises me by starting it again.

“I think I’d be more into a guy like you.”

“If, you mean.”

“Sure. If. You’re cute.”

I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted. Craig thinking I’m cute makes a little flutter of hope take wing inside me, but I can also guess he finds me more attractive than guys who look like him because, in his mind, I’m closer to being a woman.

I look nothing like a woman. I’m not a tall man, but I’d be on the tall side for a woman, and I’m not super built up top, but you can see the shape of my shoulders. I’m hairy where men tend to be hairy—not in copious quantities, but I’ve got a nice even coat on my forearms and calves and down my treasure trail. My features are male, and I dress like your average guy.

I’ve known guys who were campier or more femme, and I have no issue with them. I don’t like drawing rigid lines between male and female. But Craig saying he would prefer a guy like me feels like he’s putting me on one particular side of that line I don’t like to draw.

“Braxton?”

I realize I’ve gone silent and flash a smile at him, then hold out the marshmallow I’ve toasted to a perfect crispy brown. He takes this one with his fingers, though the way he licks them clean after is almost as distracting as his stick-fellatio technique.

“I didn’t mean to be inappropriate,” he says. “I wasn’t hitting on you or anything.”

“God, no. I didn’t take it that way.”

“Okay, well, good.”

He drinks his beer, and I roast my marshmallows. We gaze into the fire, listening to a chorus of crickets. Someone a few campsites over has music playing. The sound comes and goes with the wind, intruding sudden bursts of rap, like angry remarks thrown out by a passing stranger. The fire pops and crackles and Craig gets up to tend it, though there’s no need to build it higher. It’ll be burning for days already.

At some point we start talking again, about what we saw today and where we’ll go tomorrow, about anything except how attractive I find him and the subject of whether he finds me attractive in return, but later, in the dark of our tent, with three beers in me, I ask him, “Do you really think I’m cute.”

And he says, “Yeah, Braxton. I really do.” 

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About the Author

Tanya Chris writes feminist-friendly romance in a variety of sub-genres and pairings–most especially M/M. Born on the West Coast and raised on the East Coast, she’s fact-based but thirsty for justice, and her books often include an examination of a current social issue, even when they’re set in the past. As a lifelong genre-hopping reader herself, she admires character-driven work with a message, regardless of the form it takes.

Tanya is an avid rock climber, a long-distance runner, and a participant in her local community theater where she has tackled most roles, including playwright, actor, director, producer, and stage manager. Her travels, both for climbing trips and for cultural exploration, have brought her to places as fascinating as Egypt and as beautiful as the Dolomites, though there’s no place like home.

Tanya is best known to readers for having written Aftercare and to writers for the quote “Writer culture is researching what degree is needed to be a paleontologist so your shapeshifting vampire dinosaur erotica will be authentic.” Her website features dozens of free stories, including the aforementioned (and highly authentic) shapeshifting vampire dinosaur erotica.

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