Hi guys! We have Anne Tenino & E.J. Russell popping in today with their new release For A Good Time Call, we have a fantastic deleted scene and a brilliant giveaway, so check out the post and leave a comment to enter the giveaway! ❤ ~Pixie~
For A Good Time Call
Anne Tenino & E.J. Russell
Thirty-seven-year-old Nate Albano’s second relationship ever ended three years ago, and since he’s grace—gray asexual—he doesn’t anticipate beating the odds to find a third. Still, he’s got his dog, his hobbies, and his job as a special effects technician on Wolf’s Landing, so he can’t complain—much.
Seth Larson, umpteenth generation Bluewater Bay, is the quintessential good-time guy, content with tending bar and being his grandmother’s handyman. The night they meet, Seth’s looking for some recreational sex to escape family drama. But for Nate, romantic attraction comes before sexual attraction, so while Seth thinks they’re hooking up, Nate just wants to talk . . . genealogy?
So they declare a “just friends” truce. Then Seth asks for Nate’s help investigating a sinister Larson family secret, and their feelings start edging way beyond platonic. But Nate may want more than Seth can give him, and Seth may not be able to leave his good-time image behind. Unless they can find a way to merge carefree with commitment, they could miss out on true love—the best time of all.
Anne Tenino & E.J. Russell!
Welcome to the For a Good Time, Call Blog Tour! We’re delighted to have you stop by, so please, make yourself comfortable. Can we offer you a virtual beverage?
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Deleted Scene 01!
Deleted Scene 1: Crab Killers
One of the things that happens during the editing process is that things get . . . well . . . edited, sometimes all the way into nonexistence. That’s what happened with the chapter that details the crabbing adventure on Seth’s family’s boat. The guys still go on the trip—although it’s off page now—but the aftermath no longer includes the following scene of death and untold destruction!
Seth handed Nate the machete and a rubber mallet. “Go for it, killer.”
“Gee, thanks.” Nate positioned the (thankfully) lethargic crab on the newspapers on top of the picnic table. He laid the edge of the blade along the middle of its body. “Like this?”
“Yep.” Seth grinned. “Right between the eyes, down the middle of its little crabby brain.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Hey, just trying to expand your horizons. Maybe you can work crab assassination into the next season of Wolf’s Landing effects.”
“I’ll be sure and mention it to Hunter and Kevyan, assuming I ever meet them face to face—and assuming they’d take suggestions from me.”
“You’re stalling. If it recovers from the icing and starts moving around more, you’ll really freak out. Whack it, Nate. That’s dinner.”
“Dinner. Right.” Nate raised the mallet. Better do it right the first time—don’t want a Nearly-Headless Nick crab. He squinted, turning his head away slightly because—yeah, he could admit it, this was kind of more hands-on than he liked to get with the demise of his meal ingredients. He took a deep breath and brought the mallet down—
“Son of a bitch!” He dropped the mallet and the machete handle, his thumb throbbing like a tom-tom where he’d misjudged his aim. Yeah, the crab was now in two distinct parts, but his thumb—gah!
Seth clasped his wrist with gentle fingers. “Let me see.”
“It’ll be okay,” Nate said through clenched teeth, although black dots were dancing at the edge of his vision.
“Don’t go all manly and stoic on me, because that’s just stupid.” He tugged Nate’s hand away from where it was cradled against his chest—safely out of sight. “It’s really hard to do first aid on your own hands.”
“I know, but—“
“Dude. Sit down and show me your fucking hand.”
Nate sighed and gave in. His knees were wobbling anyway, so he plopped down onto the picnic table bench. Seth sat next to him, Nate’s hand cradled in both of his. He stroked Nate’s thumb, flexing the joint.
“Hmmm. No blood. Not broken. You’re going to have a hell of a bruise though. You and Ginsberg can compare notes.”
“There is no comparison. The stuff he goes through every day—”
“So what? Just because somebody else gets hurt more or more often, doesn’t mean that your pain now doesn’t matter. Have you got ibuprofen in the house?” Nate nodded. “Then let’s get you dosed and set up with an ice pack. Then you can play lovely assistant while I slaughter the rest of the crabs.”
(By the way, this was inspired by Anne’s own experience with a crab-killing mishap!)
About Anne & E.J.
Catalyzed by her discovery of LGBTQ romance, Anne Tenino left the lucrative fields of art history, non-profit fundraising, and domestic engineering to follow her dream of become a starving romance author. For good or ill, her snarky, silly, quasi-British sense of humor came along for the ride.
Anne applies her particular blend of romance, comedy and gay protagonists to contemporary, scifi and paranormal tales. Her works have won awards, she’s been featured in RT Book Reviews, and has achieved bestseller status on Amazon’s gay romance list.
Born and raised in Oregon, Anne lives in Portland with her husband and two kids, who have all taken a sacred oath to never read her books. She can usually be found at her computer, procrastinating.
Connect with Anne:
- Website: com
- Blog: com
- Twitter: @AnneTenino
- Facebook: com//Anne-Tenino-Author
- Goodreads: com/annetenino
E.J. Russell holds a BA and an MFA in theater, so naturally she’s spent the last three decades as a financial manager, database designer, and business-intelligence consultant. After her twin sons left for college and she no longer spent half her waking hours ferrying them to dance class, she returned to her childhood love of writing fiction. Now she wonders why she ever thought an empty nest meant leisure.
E.J. lives in rural Oregon with her curmudgeonly husband, the only man on the planet who cares less about sports than she does. She enjoys visits from her wonderful adult children, and indulges in good books, red wine, and the occasional hyperbole.
Connect with E.J.:
- Website: com
- Blog: com/bloggery/
- Facebook: facebook.com/E.J.Russell.author
- Twitter: com/ej_russell
- Pinterest: pinterest.com/ejrussell/