Henry and Marc can’t seem to catch a break. They’ve had two
disastrous dates—the first trapped in a car during a blizzard and the second
locked in a basement—followed by nearly two months apart. Even though they work
for the same firm, their relationship is held together by flying visits, phone
calls, and text messages. A joint assignment in Washington D.C. might be more
togetherness than they can handle, however.
Henry is still battling insecurity, and this assignment is
too important to his career to mess up. Marc is committed. He’s falling for
Henry and looks forward to having him permanently on his team and at his side.
But the real test isn’t the assignment. When Marc finally lays his heart on the
line, can he count on Henry to be there for him, in every way that matters? And
can he do the same for Henry when Henry needs it the most?
Tams gives this one 5 Stars...
Thus far Henry and Marc have been stranded on the side of the road during a blizzard and stuck in a basement on New Years Eve. Oddly, it's actually the most alone time they've really had to get to know one another. With Marc away on business more often than not, Henry is left to miss his company, and stress over whether or not their relationship will go the distance.
I have really enjoyed each story in this series, getting to know these men as a couple and as individuals. Their conversations when stranded and when stuck were honest and sincere and, in my opinion, solidified their relationship. Their personalities couldn't be more different, but that is exactly why they work. I love how Marc grounds Henry in a way and how Henry has shown Marc what it is to be truly loved and wanted.
Definitely a must read but you have to start with the first book as each book is a continuation of the last.
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Author guest post with Kelly Jenson
The Vengeful Genie
Even before I finished writing Counting Fence Posts (Counting #1) I knew I’d be writing a follow
up from Marc’s point of view. His character mostly developed on the page and he
grew from someone I’d dreamed up to fit opposite Henry, challenge him, into
someone who fascinated me. I wanted to know more about him and so I wrote Counting Down (Counting #2). In that
second novella, I got a chance to explore Marc’s thoughts—about Henry, about
his sexuality, and in a limited fashion, about his family. And once again I
knew before finishing that I’d be writing a third book. Not only did these guys
need a date that didn’t end in disaster, but Marc needed to find a way forward.
Momentum is important to him and being stuck in place was driving him a little
crazy.
Of course, Marc being Marc, the road forward wasn’t direct.
He had some turns to navigate and one of them would result in the scene I’m
sharing with you. This excerpt is from about halfway through Counting on You (Counting #3) and it was
right here that his character fully coalesced for me. We can write as much
backstory as we like for our characters. Define their likes, dislikes, and
hobbies. But it isn’t until we write them that they really come together. I
knew Marc had a temper, but I hadn’t known quite what he could do with it.
I hope you enjoy the excerpt. If you’re new to the Counting
series, this is a great time to start as the first two novellas are currently
discounted at all retailers, including the Dreamspinner
Press store.
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Q: Do you have a
temper? (Quick strike or slow burn?)
(Excerpt – 514 words)
He’d fucked up. His temper had left the bottle like some
vengeful genie and wreaked havoc on the best and worst aspects of his life
simultaneously. Except he couldn’t blame an apparition for his mistakes. A
Winnamore didn’t hide behind excuses.
Standing on a street corner that was at once familiar and
not, Marc had never felt less like a Winnamore. He looked across the road at
the strip mall he’d frequented as a teen. His memory of summer—the only time
he’d really been home—fit over the dreary February afternoon like a mismatched
slide. He almost couldn’t picture himself at fifteen, his legs suddenly too
long, shoulders wider than the day before. An awkwardness inside and out, only
accentuated by his determination to be someone. Misjudging a doorway with his
new frame had not stopped him. Every time he needed new clothes, the old set
became a skin he’d shed on the way to….
Here, apparently. A miserable Saturday afternoon in
February.
The deli across the road was closed. He’d probably ordered
and eaten a hundred plain cheese sandwiches from the place. Half a pound of
Muenster on rye with a pickle on the side. When Marc closed his eyes, he didn’t
picture a sandwich. Instead he saw the guy behind the counter. Amal? Amman. He
remembered watching Amman’s hands as he folded slice after slice of cheese onto
the bread. His eyes, fringed with thick, dark lashes. Soft and doe-like. His
smile.
Marc opened his eyes.
Why was he remembering this now?
The world tipped and swayed. Marc reached out blindly,
seeking balance, and found a pole next to him. A parking sign. The cold metal
bit into his palm. He gripped the pole tighter, breathing in short, sharp
gasps.
Winnamores didn’t vomit in public.
But why should he care what a Winnamore did? He didn’t feel
like one anymore, and if he were truly honest with himself, he never had. He’d
spent his life trying to fit into a suit that wasn’t his. What he’d called
determination was fear. His forward momentum? A headlong run in the opposite
direction to expectation.
Eyes burning with the threat of tears, Marc pulled his hand
from the pole and stuck it in his pocket. He looked back across the road. The
office supply place next door to the deli had given way to a tanning studio.
The variety store was gone, taking endless dusty rows of useless knickknacks
into the ever after. He didn’t recognize the rest of the shops. Couldn’t
remember any beyond the three he’d liked. That one remaining piece, though,
closed and shuttered tight, felt like an omen.
Marc turned away from his childhood and started up the
sidewalk toward Old Georgetown Road. If memory served—hah!—the Metro station
was up that way, on Wisconsin. He’d walked this far; he could stand a few more
blocks. Maybe if he walked all the way back to DC, his mind would go numb and
he’d stop thinking. Stop hearing the echo of his father’s voice as he ordered
him to leave.
If aliens ever do land on Earth, Kelly will not be prepared,
despite having read over a hundred stories of the apocalypse. Still, she will
pack her precious books into a box and carry them with her as she strives to
survive. It’s what bibliophiles do.
Kelly is the author of a number of novels, novellas and
short stories, including the Chaos
Station series, co-written with Jenn Burke. Some of what she writes is
speculative in nature, but mostly it’s just about a guy losing his socks and/or
burning dinner. Because life isn’t all conquering aliens and mountain peaks.
Sometimes finding a happy ever after is all the adventure we need.
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I am a slow burn type of person myself.
ReplyDeleteI guess my temper is a slow burn to start, but once it ignites...
ReplyDeletejczlapin@gmail.com
I have a quick flash temper, once I get it out of my system I'm usually done.
ReplyDeleteThanks for hosting me today! In answer to my own question ('cause why not), I'm both. It can take a long time to get my truly angry, but if I'm not in the best mood to begin with, I can go off in an instant. Fun times! :D
ReplyDeleteI have a quick flash most definitely.
ReplyDeleteamie_07(at)yahoo(dot)com
Thank you for the review and post! I'm usually a very chill person and it takes quite a bit to get me going but once it starts it's like a wild fire.
ReplyDeletesorry forgot my email: humhumbum AT yahoo DOT com
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