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BLURB:
They’re going to
need a bigger tent.
Henri’s list of
bad exes is as long as his arm, but nothing prepared him for his latest,
heart-stomping breakup. He thought he couldn’t feel more abandoned, until his
ride for a group camping trip bails, leaving him stuck driving for hours with a
guy who is absolutely not his type.
After breaking
up with his girlfriend of five years, firefighter Logan is working up the nerve
to explore his interest in men. He knows he’s gay. He just hasn’t had the guts
to do anything about it…until now.
Henri’s big-city
attitude and tight jeans push every last one of Logan’s buttons, and when he
and Henri have to share a tent, Logan is thrilled. He should have realized
Pacific Northwest weather would get wet—forcing them to strip naked. Though the
steam between them is thicker than coastal fog, Henri’s not sure he can let
himself fall for another man. Not even the guy who finally treats him right.
Warning:
Contains bad ex-boyfriends, even worse weather, and more than your average
amount of sex in a tent. May not be suitable for those with germ phobias,
outdoor aversions or fear of damp shoes.
Excerpt:
Jesus fucking Christ. Henri
crouched to get a sweater from his bag, and more importantly, the cigarettes
out of his pocket. Hands shaking, he popped one between his lips.
His preliminary test had
been negative at the health center that morning—thank sweet God in heaven
above, and Henri was totally going back to church as soon as possible—but he’d
been informed he needed to get tested again in three to six weeks since
seroconversion so soon after exposure was rare. With the stress of that hanging
over his head, Henri wasn’t up to entertaining a complete stranger for five
hours.
“Warnin’ you now, no smokin’
in my truck,” Logan said in a voice that was quiet but firm.
“I’ll try and remember
that.” Imperiously, Henri flicked on a lighter and sucked in a drag. The paper
crinkled as it burned, and the ember flashed red right before a soothing rush
of nicotine sizzled through Henri’s bloodstream. If Logan was watching him,
Henri did his best to ignore it. Something about the giant, blond-haired,
blue-eyed cowboy rubbed Henri the wrong way.
Author Bio and Links:
Birkenstock-wearing glamour
girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn't sure
if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her
characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's dismay the sex
tends to get completely out of hand.
She writes about fantastical
creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she's never missed an
episode of The Walking Dead.
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