Hiya Guys, we have Mickie B. Ashling stopping by today with the tour to celebrate her newest release Open House, we have a short intro from Mickie, a great exclusive excerpt and a fantastic giveaway, so peeps, check out the post and click that giveaway link ❤ ~Pixie~
Mickie B. Ashling
By the time Seth and Bryce return to Chicago, they’re halfway in love. They decide to move in together to see if their feelings can survive in the real world.
Seth receives word that a mandatory autopsy was performed on his late partner because his death was a suicide. The medical examiner’s findings are disturbing and leave some doubt as to the underlying cause of death.
Because of the suicide clause, life insurance benefits had been denied, but in light of these new findings, Seth’s lawyer advises him to appeal. The insurance investigator turns out to be the man who broke Bryce’s heart twenty-five years ago. The guy has fallen on hard times, and when he sees how successful Bryce has become—and how large Seth’s potential payout might be—he decides he wants a piece of the pie. Bryce and Seth’s new relationship is severely tested in this second novel in the Open Series.
Mickie B. Ashling!
Hi everyone! Thank you for stopping by to help me celebrate the release of Open House. I’m here to share an exclusive excerpt and give you a chance to win a few giveaways. Open House is the direct sequel to Open Seating. These books should be read in order to be fully enjoyed.
As always, I’d like to thank the wonderful people behind MM Good Book Reviews for hosting today’s visit, and my wonderful publicist J for her excellent help in organizing my blog tour.
Adam and Jack showed up at seven that evening, carrying two boxes with extra-large deep-dish pizzas. They explained that they were coming straight off a ten-hour shift and wouldn’t be able to concentrate on much if their stomach acids began melting their guts. After the introductions, Bryce handed out the cold beers, and they all chowed down.
Seth observed the cops with the eye of a writer, picking up details Bryce had left out of his narrative when describing his childhood friends. For one thing, he’d neglected to mention that Jack was African-American, and Adam, an attractive biracial hunk with the most amazing gray eyes. Bryce was obviously color-blind when it came to friends and lovers. This revelation made Seth ponder the mysteries of love and sexual attraction. His bland looks were about as exotic as a pan of bread pudding and just as common. What could Bryce find special about him, and with that thought came a rush of love so intense, he had to bite his lip to keep from blurting the words.
As they swallowed slice after slice of the pizza, consuming what Seth had originally thought of as an excessive amount of food, they teased Bryce about his sudden shift from confirmed bachelor to boyfriend.
“What kind of love potion did you put in our brother’s food?” Jack asked him suspiciously. “Whatever it is, I’d like to buy some for myself.”
“Hey,” Bryce admonished. “You’re going to get us in trouble with Yvonne.”
“Who says he’s taking it?” Adam interjected. “Maybe we’ll put it on eBay and make a handsome profit. Desperate dudes will pay good money for that kind of miracle drug.”
“You guys,” Bryce said, laughing. “Seth doesn’t have a cure-all for desperados.”
“How about a magic wand?” Adam said, waggling his eyebrows. “We could sell a few pics.”
“Like hell you will,” Bryce growled. “Now behave yourselves, or Seth will think you’re as bad as Owen.”
“Is he the asshole putting the squeeze on you?” Jack inquired.
“The very one.”
“Tell us what’s going on, bro.”
Bryce repeated the same story he’d told Seth, getting a little more graphic about Owen’s threats. He’d watered them down for Seth’s sake, but he figured the cops needed the awful truth to know what kind of mindset they were dealing with.
“So, let me get this straight,” Adam said thoughtfully. “This has nothing to do with unrequited love.”
“That’s right,” Bryce said. “He hasn’t given me a second thought in twenty-five years. Apart from the surprise when he saw me walk through the door, there was a cunning glint to his eyes I recognized immediately. That guy is taking advantage of our history and my feelings for Seth.”
“We need to do a background check,” Adam said. “Find out what kind of trouble he’s in financially and if he’s ever had any altercations with the law. Where did you say he lives?”
“And his full name?” Adam asked, typing the info into his phone.
“Owen Garth Lightfoot.”
“Dude sounds like a stoner.”
“He’s got rocks in his head,” Bryce said darkly. “Does that count?”
“I’m afraid not,” Jack replied. “Do you have any sort of game plan?”
“We were hoping you did,” Seth said, finally speaking up.
Mickie B. Ashling is the pseudonym of a multifaceted woman who is a product of her upbringing in multiple cultures, having lived in Japan, the Philippines, Spain, and the Middle East. Fluent in three languages, she’s a citizen of the world and an interesting mixture of East and West. A little bit of this and a lot of that have brought a unique touch to her literary voice she could never learn from textbooks.
By the time Mickie discovered her talent for writing, real life got in the way, and the business of raising four sons took priority. With the advent of e-publishing—and the inevitable emptying nest—dreams of becoming a published writer were resurrected and she’s never looked back.
She stumbled into the world of men who love men in 2002 and continues to draw inspiration from their ongoing struggle to find equality and happiness in this oftentimes skewed and intolerant world. Her award-winning novels have been called “gut wrenching, daring, and thought provoking.” She admits to being an angst queen and making her men work damn hard for their happy endings.
Mickie currently resides in a suburb outside Chicago.
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