It’s been a long day for me. Really long. I did something that was very brain taxing and required a lot of sugar and caffeine to keep me calm. At one stage my husband said to me, “That’s your fourth coffee today. Do you really think you need it?”
Did he really think he needed his balls anymore?
So I write this blog from laaaate at night my time. I needed a blog for Cafe Risque. I needed something that would have a good number of words on the page, but was easy for me.
So I have a book coming out on the 7th of August. **happy dance** At times it seems as if every single author out there is bringing out books apart from me. I’m happy for them - I really am. But the green-eyed monster occasionally roars. But finally it’s my turn.
So in case you missed the cover - here it is again. And guess what? I have pre-order links now! Yes! Dreamspinner have finally put them up. Pre-order will be coming on Amazon too, but it will be another couple of weeks away.
If you missed the blurb:
Davo’s a pretty average guy. He has a decent job, owns his own home, and spends his weekends at the pub. He fully accepts that he’s gay, but doesn’t want to be one of those gays, who are femme and girly. He likes football and other masculine pursuits, and firmly avoids anything that could be seen as femme—including relationships that last beyond fifteen minutes.
Then Davo’s friend and gay idol not only gets a boyfriend, but also adopts a baby girl. Davo is seriously spooked and scuttles down to the pub in fright. That’s where he meets Lee, who is cute from her cherry-red hair, to her pretty little dress and pointy red shoes. Davo is charmed—but how is that possible? He’s gay. Isn’t he? Then Lee tells him he’s actually a guy—he just likes to wear women’s dresses occasionally. Thoroughly confused about an attraction that’s out of character for him, Davo begins the long journey to where he can accept himself without caring what everyone else thinks.
So, to talk about the book - yeah, Davo’s a dick. (Not duck - I just typed duck. He’s not a duck and I need coffee). Davo’s a dick, but a loveable one. He had a scare when he was younger and now avoids anything that could make him seem girly. Like talking. He doesn’t think that as a gay guy he needs to talk to the person he’s hooking up with. So let’s see this except:
If there was one thing I didn’t do with the guys I hooked up with, it was talk. I mean, apart from “Do you have a condom?” and “Are you okay?” There wasn’t much more to say, was there?
There was an awkward silence before Lee snorted and laughed at me, “You really don’t do relationships, do you? I thought you were joking when you told me that.”
“I told you that?”
“Yes, on the first night we met. How to challenge a guy? Tell him he can’t have something. You told me you weren’t into the dating scene and the relationship mumbo-jumbo—your words, not mine—and so I immediately felt the thrill of the challenge. Now I have three dates with you lined up.”
Oh, yeah. He did, didn’t he?
Lee flicked me a sly and rather saucy grin. “You were comfortable talking to me when I was wearing a dress. What’s changed?”
The sexual tension.
I knew that immediately.
The first night with Lee, I had no sexual interest at all. The second night, there was some, but it was mostly confusion on my behalf. Because I was gay and he was a girl. Or at least I thought he was a girl.
But we were both guys, both interested, and I was unsure what to say. Because there was one thing I knew. “Do you have a condom?” were not the correct words.
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