Timing is everything! A Kind of Honesty will be here in 10 days (Oct. 7) and a fabulous reader/audio listener just told me she noticed that A Kind of Romance is officially available on Audible.com now. Woohoo! Talk about a kind of perfect…(sorry, that was bad! 😉 ). Take a sneak peek listen to Seth Clayton’s narration of Zeke and Benny’s story here.
Also, It Was Always You, will be released next week on October 4. I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to be part of this anthology with Riley Hart, Felice Stevens, N.r.Walker, Cardeno C, Christina Lee and Ella Frank. Here is a brief excerpt from my short story, Leaning into Love, which will be book 1 (or 1A) in my newest series set in San Francisco.Remember, all proceeds from this anthology will be donated to the LGBTQ youth organization ONE.N.TEN: http://onenten.org!
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I hope you help us support this wonderful organization.
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Leaning into Love by Lane Hayes:
Zane squeezed my shoulder until I looked up at him. “So you aren’t harboring an old crush on the guy and hoping he dumps her at the altar for you?”
“Fuck no.” I snickered at his deadpan delivery, burrowing against his side for warmth. “I’ve moved on.”
“Good. Who are you crushin’ on now?”
I wrapped my arms around Zane’s tapered waist and fluttered my eyelashes as I glanced up. “You.”
I expected him to laugh, push me away and maybe call me an idiot for my drunken flirtation. After all, we were the kind of old friends who could push the envelope and know when the other was joking. But he didn’t laugh. He went eerily still for a long moment. Then he released my shoulder and tilted my chin so I was forced to meet his gaze. That subtle shift didn’t seem so subtle anymore. Nor did it seem mysterious. It was a giant wave of desire, lust and need.
The wind whipped up around us with enough power to make my breath hitch, stopping my forward momentum just before I threw my arms over Zane’s neck. It gave me pause to consider whether or not I was about to make a huge mistake. I could back up and blame my slutty side on the three vodka tonics I’d had earlier. He could pretend to believe me and we’d go back to normal immediately. Or I could do what I really wanted. I could lean in and hope he met me half way.