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Thirty-seven-year-old Nate Albano’s second relationship ever ended three years ago, and since he’s grace—gray asexual—he doesn’t anticipate beating the odds to find a third. Still, he’s got his dog, his hobbies, and his job as a special effects technician on Wolf’s Landing, so he can’t complain—much.
Seth Larson, umpteenth generation Bluewater Bay, is the quintessential good-time guy, content with tending bar and being his grandmother’s handyman. The night they meet, Seth’s looking for some recreational sex to escape family drama. But for Nate, romantic attraction comes before sexual attraction, so while Seth thinks they’re hooking up, Nate just wants to talk . . . genealogy?
So they declare a “just friends” truce. Then Seth asks for Nate’s help investigating a sinister Larson family secret, and their feelings start edging way beyond platonic. But Nate may want more than Seth can give him, and Seth may not be able to leave his good-time image behind. Unless they can find a way to merge carefree with commitment, they could miss out on true love—the best time of all.
About Bluewater Bay
Welcome to Bluewater Bay! This quiet little logging town on Washington state’s Olympic Peninsula has been stagnating for decades, on the verge of ghost town status. Until a television crew moves in to film Wolf’s Landing, a soon-to-be cult hit based on the wildly successful shifter novels penned by local author Hunter Easton.
Wolf’s Landing’s success spawns everything from merchandise to movie talks, and Bluewater Bay explodes into a mecca for fans and tourists alike. The locals still aren’t quite sure what to make of all this—the town is rejuvenated, but at what cost? And the Hollywood-based production crew is out of their element in this small, mossy seaside locale. Needless to say, sparks fly.
This collaborative story world is brought to you by eleven award-winning, best-selling LGBTQ romance authors: L.A. Witt, L.B. Gregg, Z.A. Maxfield, Heidi Belleau, Rachel Haimowitz, Anne Tenino, Amy Lane, SE Jakes, G.B. Gordon, Jaime Samms and Ally Blue. Each contemporary novel stands alone, but all are built around the town and the people of Bluewater Bay and the Wolf’s Landingmedia empire.
Check out the Bluewater Bay novels.
Cut Scene 1
For a Good Time, Call ended up being a longer book than I anticipated. Like, much longer . . . the good news is that since we sent it in with over 100,000 words, we ended up with lots of cut scenes for this blog tour. Like this one (which actually didn’t even make it into the final draft we turned in). This was (part of) the very first scene in the book, a Seth scene. Now the book begins with Nate’s first scene at the Bluewater Bay Playhouse.
The point of the cut scene was to set up Seth’s role as his grandmother’s handyman, and to make it clear from the get go that Grandma wanted to unload this monstrosity of a house. Once we finished the book, the issues with the house were so prevalent that the scene really didn’t seem necessary.
Here, Seth has just finished searching the attic for squirrels and he and his grandmother are now talking about a potential buyer for the Sentinel House, even though the rest of the family—mostly her two sons—aren’t letting her sell.
“The Sykes came to me. I don’t know if they heard a rumor I wanted to sell or they just thought this was the most appropriate place in town.” Some of Grandma’s normal spirit sparked up in her eyes. She leaned toward him, gripping his arm and digging her fingers in. “They’re offering a fair price.”
Her emphasis could only mean she thought her sons might go for it. “Grandma,” he said softly, his heart going out to her. She looked so hopeful, and he really shouldn’t crush that, but his grandmother was the one person he was never evasive with. “I doubt they’d budge for anything but a more than fair price.”
“Damn.” She dropped his arm in disgust. “I thought so too.”
“We’ll come up with something,” Seth said automatically. He’d been saying it for a few months now, ever since Grandma had come home from visiting her friend Eleanor Parker with a brochure and a shit-eating grin. So happy he’d been afraid she’d discovered they joys of opium poppy at the Bluewater Bay Senior Estates. “They can’t resist forever.”
Grandma’s eye roll disagreed.
“I’m sure you’ll outlive them, anyway. The way my dad works, he’s going to have a heart attack any day now.” God, he should really feel discomfort or sadness at that thought shouldn’t he? But he felt like comforting his grandmother.
Who should probably also feel discomfort and/or sadness at the thought of her youngest son dying any second now, but she was shaking her head in disgust. “It’s hard to believe I gave birth to those two. Besides, even if he did kick it, we’d still have your mother and your uncle to deal with.” Neither one of them was clear on whether his father’s trusteeship would pass to his mother, but chances were she’d behave as if it had should his father die. “Oh,” she scoffed suddenly, lifting her chin. “You go get ready for your date—”
“It’s not a date. Lucas and Gabe Sav—”
“—you’re right, we’ll figure something out.” Patting his cheek, she added, “And I know Lucas and that Savage boy are together, but you never go on dates. Humor me—let an old lady think her grandson is living it up.”
Where the hell had that come from? “I go on plenty of dates.” He just didn’t always know who he’d be “dating” until he got to the bar and met the guy.
“Whatever you say.” She smiled at him before turning away and making for the main staircase—the ridiculously grand one that descended into a two-story entryway. A small one, with only a baby chandelier, but totally over the top.
“Nana.” He half-skipped his first few steps, trying to catch up to her. “Why don’t I change my plans? I mean, Lucas won’t mind, and I don’t know why I agreed to hang out with him where I work.” Not true—Ma Cougar’s was his favorite bar in Bluewater Bay whether he was on shift or not. Besides, he’d just been promoted to bartender, and he wanted to get a feel for the place in the evenings. His grandmother didn’t know that, though. “I’ll stay here, instead. We can play gin.” He hated gin, which she did know, but it was the best he’d come up with at the spur of the moment.
Halting on the last step, Nana placed one hand on her hip and turned toward him with pursed lips. “Don’t be silly.”
“Or poker?” he offered.
She huffed but otherwise didn’t answer him. Instead she continued on, to the table next to the front door, where she picked something up. A small, glossy, envelope-sized something, and when she opened it, it quickly became clear it was a brochure.
Coming closer, Seth could make out “Bluewater Bay Senior Estates is living” scrawled across the front in some casual-yet-exciting font. Underneath the title was an older couple—a woman with one of those elfin haircuts that only hip senior ladies sported and a seriously hot silver fox—smiling and laughing at the viewer, standing in front of unnaturally azure water. “Did you visit again today?” She must have picked up the brochure recently, because he was certain she would have already shown it to him. It was her main topic of conversation lately.
“Mm-hmm.” She nodded as she found the glasses that she kept on a beaded lanyard around her neck and perched them on her nose. Tilting her head back, she began reading to herself—her lips moved slightly as her eyes traveled back and forth. But she stopped after a second to ask, “Did I tell you about the sex parties?”
Seth’s own eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Is that in the brochure?”
“No,” Nana scoffed, swatting the air in his direction. Using her index finger, she pulled her glasses further down and looked at him over the top of them. “That’s what Eleanor Parker told me today. She said that on Saturday afternoons, they begin with poker up front—“
“Oh my god, no!” Clapping his hands over his ears didn’t stop his brain from supplying the rest of that old saw. Liquor in the rear. Except wasn’t it ‘Lick her up front, poke her in the rear’? So maybe they actually started with poker?
No way was he going to ask for clarification on that.
Nana’s lips started moving again, so he cautiously lowered his hands to hear her.
“—point is that I don’t want you to stay home and miss out on your own fun. I want to have my own fun with my friends.”
Oh, damn. “I know.” Boy, did he know. It wasn’t the same thing, but he remembered the ache of loneliness from when he was a social outcast in high school. Unable to think of anything else to say, Seth reached for her, drawing his grandmother into a hug. Her arms went around him, and he could hear and feel the brochure in her hand crumple against his back as she held on fiercely. She was so short, he could rest his chin on her head, and she felt thinner than normal. He tried not to squeeze too tightly, not wanting to break any of her bones, but she didn’t seem to have the same worry.
Catalyzed by her discovery of LGBTQ romance, Anne Tenino left the lucrative fields of art history, non-profit fundraising, and domestic engineering to follow her dream of become a starving romance author. For good or ill, her snarky, silly, quasi-British sense of humor came along for the ride.
Anne applies her particular blend of romance, comedy and gay protagonists to contemporary, scifi and paranormal tales. Her works have won awards, she’s been featured in RT Book Reviews, and has achieved bestseller status on Amazon’s gay romance list.
Born and raised in Oregon, Anne lives in Portland with her husband and two kids, who have all taken a sacred oath to never read her books. She can usually be found at her computer, procrastinating.
Connect with Anne:
- Website: annetenino.com
- Blog: chicksanddicksrainbow.com
- Twitter: @AnneTenino
- Facebook: facebook.com//Anne-Tenino-Author
- Goodreads: goodreads.com/annetenino
E.J. Russell holds a BA and an MFA in theater, so naturally she’s spent the last three decades as a financial manager, database designer, and business-intelligence consultant. After her twin sons left for college and she no longer spent half her waking hours ferrying them to dance class, she returned to her childhood love of writing fiction. Now she wonders why she ever thought an empty nest meant leisure.
E.J. lives in rural Oregon with her curmudgeonly husband, the only man on the planet who cares less about sports than she does. She enjoys visits from her wonderful adult children, and indulges in good books, red wine, and the occasional hyperbole.
Connect with E.J.:
· Website: ejrussell.com
· Blog: ejrussell.com/bloggery/
· Facebook: www.facebook.com/E.J.Russell.author
· Twitter: twitter.com/ej_russell
· Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/ejrussell/
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