Wednesday, March 28, 2018

MidWeekTease - 28 March 2018 - Getting Real


28 March 2018:

Thanks as always to Angelica Dawson for hosting the MidWeekTease - http://midweektease.blogspot.ca/ It’s a great way to learn about other authors and their work.
This week I have another excerpt from Getting Real, a contemporary gay romance where one of the men needs to grow up and start behaving like a responsible adult, and the other needs to distance himself from his controlling family. In this snippet TJ goes clubbing with a buddy and runs into Cole.


Getting Real
By Christiane France
Available at iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo
https://www.amazon.com/Getting-Real-Christiane-France-ebook/dp/B06WVNKLZY/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

Blurb:


For TJ Delaney and Cole Labelle, it’s time to turn their lives around and get real.
TJ needs to exchange his playboy lifestyle for a job and prove he’s a responsible adult rather than a spoiled, rich brat.
Cole needs to free himself of his family’s control and their paranoid fears by proving being gay like his father is the only thing he and the man who gave him life have in common.
Excerpt:
From what I could see, it was standing room only. As we moved deeper into the room I caught sight of a face I recognized sitting alone at a table for two.
“Well, whaddya know,” I murmured to myself, as I muttered an excuse about seeing someone I knew to Toby, then headed over to the table and grabbed the empty chair. I felt a quick surge of excitement that made my dick wake up and take notice and my heart began to beat a little faster. This was an opportunity I could not pass up. “This seat taken, dude?”
“I’m—” He looked up, his signature scowl firmly in place. “Oh, fuck! Not you again.”
“What’s the problem, Cole? You’re waiting for someone? You’re just leaving? What?”
“You follow me down here?”
I might have if I’d known where to find you.
“Come on. How could I do a thing like that?”
“No idea, but wherever I am, you always manage to show up. First it was Kreber’s, then the tower and now here. You’re saying it’s all one big fat coincidence?”
“What else? Either that or Fate’s trying to tell us something,” I joked.
The scowl deepened. “Tell us what?”
“That we belong together?”
“Shit! I sure hope not.”
I laughed in the hope of lightening his sour mood. “Why’s that? I’m using the wrong deodorant or something?” I didn’t know if Cole was shy or if he had a bad case of under-developed people skills, but I liked him enough to want to stick around for a bit and find out.
“Because… Because you’re gay, that’s why not.”
If the guy planned to confuse me, he’d just won first prize. “You’re not making any sense, bro. In case you haven’t noticed, this happens to be a gay club. You want to tell me what’s going on here?”
“I, umm…” He sighed and stared down at his hands, giving me the impression he wanted to evaporate or wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole.
“Hey, you want me to get lost, just say the word.”
“No, please.” His hand shot out as if he were about to grab my arm, then he changed his mind and quickly withdrew it. “I’m sorry. I’m behaving like an idiot. Of course, I know this place is gay, I wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t, but…”
“But what?”
“Nothing. You must think I’m nuts. I just wish…”
“You had someone to talk to?”
His head shot up. “Why would you think that?”
I reached across the table and touched his hand. “You’re saying you don’t?”
“You think talking helps?” He took a tissue from his pocket and rubbed it over his face.
I couldn’t decide if he was in the closet and working up the nerve to come out; if he wasn’t sure whether or not he was gay; or if his problem had nothing to do with the above. “It’s been known to. Why don’t you give it a shot? I’m a good listener.”
He hesitated, crumpling the tissue and shoving it back in his pocket. “What’s the point? You’re gay and proud of it. I’m gay, too, but I’m not proud of the fact. I can’t afford to be.”
He fidgeted with his drink, looking embarrassed, and I waited for him to continue.
“It’s not that I don’t want to be open about who I am, and it’s not that I don’t like you because nothing could be farther from the truth. It’s—” He sighed and threw up his hands. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“You’re saying your family doesn’t know about you and you’re afraid they’d disown you if they did?”

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