From now on I’m asking your favorite authors to stop by and share snippets of their work for our Tuesday Teaser Game. Try to guess the book!
Last Week’s Winner? ANTONIA walked away with an Amy Lane E-book!
My guest TODAY needs NO introduction, But here’s one anyway: Damon Suede grew up out-n-proud deep in the anus of right-wing America, and escaped as soon as it was legal. He has lived all over: Houston, New York, London, Prague. Along the way, he’s earned his crust as a model, a messenger, a promoter, a programmer, a sculptor, a singer, a stripper, a bookkeeper, a bartender, a techie, a teacher, a director… but writing has ever been his bread and butter. He has been happily partnered for over a decade with the most loving, handsome, shrewd, hilarious, noble man to walk this planet.
Cravings: sweetness that isn’t sentimental, wit that isn’t bitter, strength that isn’t cruel. Loathings: professional victims, half-assery, clichés. Damon is a proud member of the Romance Writers of America and serves as the 2013 president for the Rainbow Romance Writers.
Though new to gay romance, Damon has been writing for print, stage, and screen for two decades, which is both more and less glamorous than you might imagine. He’s won some awards, but his blessings are more numerous: his amazing friends, his demented family, his beautiful husband, his loyal fans, and his silly, stern, seductive Muse who keeps whispering in his ear, year after year.
PLAYERS: Here’s how you do it! 1. Guess the title of the Amy Lane book this teaser comes from. 2. Email me with the title of the book at zamaxfield @ zamaxfield (dot) com. 3. Put Tuesday Teasers in the subject line!
You could win an ebook copy of the book in question or another book from Amy’s backlist. Be sure to give me a valid email address so I know where to send your ebook. This time I’ll draw a winner on Sunday so everyone has an equal chance to win!!!
Today’s TEASER –
**** opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and opened it again. “So… still counts as a date.”
“I sure thought so.”
“Truth?” **** shivered. “This is gonna come out wrong… but you’re like every gorgeous jock meathead I ever wanted in school.” A glance at the street. “I know you’re not a meathead. You’re just a lot to take in. Funny and sweet and smart—”
***** kissed him. He couldn’t think of what else to do to stop the strange spiral of anxiety, so he just stepped forward and planted a chaste peck directly on ****’s lips.
**** froze and then softened.
***** stepped back. “Sorry. You left me no choice.”
“I’m sorry.” **** still looked anxious.
“What you are—” Grin. “—is charming.” ***** kept his hands to himself, just barely. “I gotta take sips of you. What may seem like me being standoffish is me trying not to throw you over my shoulder and haul you back to my greasy Batcave.”
**** gulped but said nothing. The taxi slowed to a halt.