Love knows no limits…but fear could keep them
from seeing it.
Gabe
lives a double life. As Gabriel Henson, he works multiple jobs to support his
remorseless, alcoholic mother. As Tony Ryder, he does internet porn for extra
cash and regular safe sex without complications.
Yet when
he encounters a scared young man freaking out in a night club, he’s compelled
to reach out. Ever since then, the memory of that young man has haunted him.
Tristan
Lavelle lives his life thirty minutes at a time. After a traumatic brain injury
three years ago, he gets through his day recording his life in spiral notebooks
and sticky note reminders.
A month
after Tristan’s embarrassingly public meltdown, another chance meeting with
Gabe sparks a warm, emotionally fulfilling email relationship. Both men crave
more, but fear of the next step stands between them.
Until Tristan
gets the opportunity to take part in a clinical trial that could improve his
memory—if the side effects don’t kill him. But for Tristan, the possibility of
a real life with Gabe is worth any risk…
Excerpt:
The late hour didn’t diminish the sweltering August heat, and Tristan worked up a good sweat walking. Shane and Noel both looked crazy sexy in their club clothes, and even sexier walking side by side. He was happy for Noel. Happy his best friend was in love and enjoying himself.
The late hour didn’t diminish the sweltering August heat, and Tristan worked up a good sweat walking. Shane and Noel both looked crazy sexy in their club clothes, and even sexier walking side by side. He was happy for Noel. Happy his best friend was in love and enjoying himself.
He was also stupidly, insanely jealous.
He stuck close with his stupid, insane jealousy
because the streets were teeming with people of all ages, heading into and out
of the different restaurants and clubs. They turned down a quieter side street
that was more like an alley. Halfway down the block a few guys hung out against
a stone wall, most of them smoking cigarettes. An industrial door with no sign
or markings was being guarded by a big, burly bear of a man in a black leather
vest.
“Hey, Officer Carlson,” the bouncer said. He had a
deep voice to match his broad body. “Nice to see you again.”
“Hi, Mr. Henson,” Noel said.
“Bear, son. Everyone calls me Bear.”
“Right. This is my friend Tristan Lavelle.”
“A right pleasure.”
Tristan shook Bear’s hand, surprised by the gentle
grip. “Hi.” He glanced at Shane, who didn’t seem at all annoyed at being left
out. “Um, that’s Shane. Noel’s boyfriend.”
Bear grinned. “Yeah, I know that one all right.”
“You do?” He reached for a notebook he didn’t have,
then looked at Noel for answers.
“Shane dances here once a week,” Noel said. “He got
the job through Bear’s son Gabe.”
“Oh.” He didn’t bother asking if he’d already been
told that. Probably. Every single piece of information that was mildly
important to his life had been repeated to him at least, oh, eighteen times.
Minimum.
“Enjoy yourselves, boys,” Bear said. “First drinks
are on the house.”
“Thank you,” Tristan replied.
Noel pulled the door, and what had been a distant
bass became an impressive thumpa-thumpa in Tristan’s chest. The interior of the
club was wide and deep, with a high ceiling decorated in strands of red and
blue lights. Strobes and other lighting flashed around the dance floor, which
seemed to make up most of the floor space. A small U-shaped bar stood to the
right. In the rear were what looked like raised platforms. Two hot guys in red
short-shorts were gyrating together on one of them.
This
is the kind of dancing Shane does? Shit.
He was probably twenty kinds of hot up there.
Someone jostled past them, reminding Tristan to keep
moving forward. Noel was hustling them straight for the bar. Tristan couldn’t
drink alcohol because of his antidepressants and anxiety medications, and Noel
was driving so the only person able to drink much was Shane.
Lucky bastard.
Not that Tristan was going to mourn his dry night.
Men. Everywhere around him, a sea of hot men. All kinds of eye candy. Every
age, height, weight, shape and body hair amount. He observed and mentally
drooled over the flesh on display. The air smelled of liquor and sweat and sex,
and good Lord he was starting to get lightheaded from it all.
Noel nudged them closer to the bar. A middle-aged
man with gray hair and a pink sequined vest gave them all a big, toothy smile. “Noel
and friends,” he said. “Richard Brightman, pleased to officially meet you,
Tristan.”
“Hello,” Tristan said. Officially meet you implied they’d interacted before, but the man’s
name meant nothing to him.
“I’m Bear’s husband. We own the place.”
“Oh. It’s a great place. I’m pretty sure this is my
first time. I like it.”
Noel flinched.
Okay
that was wrong. When was I here before?
“So what are we drinking tonight?” Richard asked. “First
round on the house. Samuel Adams for you, Shane?”
“Yeah, thanks,” Shane replied.
Richard
knows because Shane works here.
“I’ll have a vodka tonic,” Noel said. “Tris?”
“Virgin margarita,” Tristan said. He loved
margaritas, and while a virgin wasn’t as good as one with Patrón, he couldn’t
mix with his meds.
“Coming up,” Richard said.
The music changed to a faster, sharper beat. Tristan’s
hips rolled in tiny motions, instinct bringing out his love of club dancing. Of
getting into it with another dude, all writhing bodies and gyrating hips. Arms
and legs. Sweat and heavy breathing.
Wonderful arousal stirred in his gut, heating his
blood already. He might not be getting laid tonight, but damn it, he was going
to have some fun.
“Hey, you guys made it,” said a sexy, sultry voice.
Tristan glanced over his shoulder to see who the
voice had spoken to, only to find himself staring into a pair of kind, dark
eyes. Kind, dark eyes belonging to a stunningly handsome face. Black hair. Tan
skin. Tall and well-built. A walking wet dream who was smiling like they were
old friends.
Holy
fucking hell, he’s gorgeous.
“Hey, Gabe,” Shane said.
Gabe.
Those kind, dark eyes never broke from his, and
Tristan couldn’t look away. Gabe was a stranger, and yet somehow familiar.
His
eyes. The eyes I see. We’ve met.
“We’ve met,” Tristan said before he could think
twice.
Gabe’s eyebrows twitched. “Yes, we have. Do you
remember that?”
“I remember your eyes.”
Today I’m very lucky to be interviewing A.M.
Arthur, author of The World As He Sees It (Perspectives #2).
Hi A.M., thank you for agreeing to this
interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current
book.
Hello!
I’m a contemporary m/m romance author (who occasionally dips into paranormal).
I hail from the Eastern Shore of Maryland, equal distances from beaches and
corn fields, and I currently share my apartment with two rascals of kitties.
My
current book, The World As He Sees It, is the second in my Perspectives series
with Samhain Publishing. It’s Tristan and Gabe’s book, and anyone who read the
first Perspectives knows why Tristan is super special. He has severe short term
memory loss, which prevents him from living a fully realized life. Gabe spends
all of his time and money taking care of his alcoholic mother, which prevents
him, also, from living a fully realized life. I’m so excited for readers to
finally get their story.
Tell us your
writing goals for this year.
You
know, it’s hard to believe that this year is almost over! Two months left, can
you believe it? I swear 2015 just started.
Thankfully,
this means my writing goals for the rest of this year are pretty lax. I have
four deadlines for 2016 that are staring me in the face, but I also have a good
head start on them. So I have a minimum of four books to write from now, going
into 2016. I’ll probably up that to at least five, so I can keep playing
musical manuscripts with my three publishers.
Other
than novel writing, I want to edit and re-release my two out-of-print Musa
books, Frozen and Prodigal. I also have notes for a third novella set in that
paranormal world of demons and magic, with a possible print edition of all
three together. So those are definitely on my docket for 2015/2016.
So I am
going to be a busy little writer going into the new year, and I’m very excited
about it. I have some great stories coming next year, and I’m so grateful to
everyone who’s stuck by me these past few years.
A.M. Arthur was born and raised in the same kind of
small town that she likes to write about, a stone's throw from both beach
resorts and generational farmland. She's
been creating stories in her head since she was a child and scribbling them
down nearly as long, in a losing battle to make the fictional voices stop. She credits an early fascination with male
friendships (bromance hadn't been coined yet back then) with her later
discovery of and subsequent love affair with m/m romance stories.
When
not exorcising the voices in her head, she toils away in a retail job that
tests her patience and gives her lots of story fodder. She can also be found in her kitchen,
pretending she's an amateur chef and trying to not poison herself or others
with her cuisine experiments.
Contact
her at am_arthur@yahoo.com with your
cooking tips (or book comments).
Where to find the author:
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/AM-Arthur/491929737588757
Twitter: http://twitter.com/am_arthur
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/annearthur/
Other: Tumblr http://www.tumblr.com/blog/am-arthur
Other: Blog http://amarthur.blogspot.com/
Goodreads
Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25152280-the-world-as-he-sees-it
Tour Dates & Stops:
20-Oct
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Signed paperbacks of The Truth As He Knows It and The World As He Sees It
Matching green/white notebook, notepad and pen set
Executive pen with wood case
"I Need to Unplug" notebook
Set of 3 notebooks
Assorted sticky notes
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