A NOTE ABOUT BLOG HOPS

A NOTE ABOUT BLOG HOPS

Dear Hopper,

Even if you do not see a "linky list" in my blog post, please don't panic. There *IS* a link to another blog where you can find participants. I *always* include a link to the hosting site. It is embedded in the blog hop graphic. All you need to do, if a linky list is missing, is click on the blog hop graphic, and you will be directed to another site where you will likely find the linky. (My e-mail provider is sketchy at best - I don't always get the e-mails with the linky links in them.)

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Valentine's Day Gift Hop


****PLEASE BE AWARE: I write GLBTQ romance. GLBTQ stands for gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and queer. This means my works feature same sex relationships AND same sex sexual acts. If winning that kind of a book isn't your cup of tea, kindly pass on to the next blog in the hop and leave the spot open for someone else. Thank you.****

http://www.skyewarren.com/hop/


For my part in the hop today, I'm offering up a free pdf copy of my m/m story "Cupid Knows." To enter, just leave a comment below, including your e-mail, and tell me about your favorite Valentine's Day memory. If you don't have one, gratuitous flattery will get you *everywhere*! GOOD LUCK!!



Here's the blurb:

Jack has been dreaming about Alan ever since they randomly hugged at a game. They haven't seen each other since, but when Alan crosses Jack's path on Valentine's Day, it's an opportunity Jack can't pass up. Can he convince Alan to take a chance on a Valentine's Day meeting when Alan has something to hide?


Excerpt:



Ugh. Valentine’s Day. If there was a better way to make a single man feel like crap, I didn’t know what it was. I stomped the snow off my boots and stared hard at the stupid little cut outs of hearts and cherubs adorning the bank door as I opened it and entered. Inside the d├ęcor was even worse; a giant inflatable Cupid, complete with bow and arrow and cheesy smile, stood off to the side. Cupid Knows You Should Bank at Mid Atlantic!, the sign above him proclaimed. I shook my head, wondering if I should bother to point out that anyone who was actually inside the bank probably already did bank there, or would shortly, and wouldn’t it make more sense to put Cupid out on the curb?

I had decided it couldn’t get any tackier when I turned and spotted little white bears hanging from the stanchion ropes. I smirked at the words Mid Atlantic Cares emblazoned across their furry chests, imagining bank tellers armed with tattoo guns hunting down polar bears. And then it happened: I looked up…and stifled a gasp.

There he was.

I didn’t know his name. Had never even formally met him. I’d hugged him at a football game. A playoff game, to be more specific. Our team won. I say “our team” since we had both been wearing team shirts. In the magic of the moment of the final ticking of the game clock, as the crowed had screamed “five…four…three…two…ONE!!!” we had turned to each other and hugged. That was it. Nothing more. No handshake. No “Hi, my name is…” Nothing. Stupid, insignificant nothing.

But I’d held onto that moment for three years. I had no idea why. Maybe because he’d set off my ‘gaydar’ back then, even in that brief contact. I had a knack for ‘finding my own kind’, as my friends said. I could still remember how it had felt to have his arms around me, how he’d smelled, how his hair had tickled my ear. And I knew with one hundred percent certainty that he was standing in front of me. Check that – he was standing at the next available teller. His hair was the same, neatly cut and trimmed, and that physique was the same as well: strong, wide shoulders, a back that tapered just so slightly, hips made for grinding against, and a wonderfully round, tight ass that made me think wicked thoughts.

And then my mystery man was done and walking back toward me, head down, studying the receipt in his hand. I stepped out in front of him, blocking his path. He’d no doubt run into me. I couldn’t tell you why I did it. Maybe to see if he remembered me as well? Would he?



























22 comments:

  1. So many memories of Valentine's Day. They seem to fade over time though. I would love to experience Jack's Valentine's Day. It sounds wonderful.
    Debby236 at gmail dot com

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  2. Early on in our marriage my husband made a CD full of songs that made him think of me. Best gift ever.

    Kassandra
    sionedkla@gmail.com

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  3. The story sounds very appealing!

    koozebane*at*yahoo(dot)com

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  4. The story sounds very appealing!

    parisfan_ca@yahoo.com

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  5. hope I win...

    soknobster @ gmail. com

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  6. I have usually always been single so Valentine's Day isn't that great for me. I did work at a bank as a drive-thru teller one year and got a small arrangement of flowers delivered there from a secret admirer. I was so excited and then later found out they were from a guy who had been asking me and who I kept refusing!!

    cc_clubbs at yahoo dot com

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  7. Omg, I laughed so hard: the inside of that bank is enough to make someone go postal! Thanks for the great excerpt.
    ilookfamous@yahoo.com

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  8. I don't have a stand-out memory from Valentine's Day, so hopefully this year that will be changed! Side note, praise this blog hop for introducing me to so many GLBTQ writers!

    prettylittlepages@gmail.com

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  9. I think one of my favorite memories was when my boyfriend proposed to me outside of work! Your story sounds amazing look forward to reading more! Thanks for sharing! amybowens34@yahoo.com

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  10. I like the chocolate and flowers and usually get them every year. He gets the most elaborate heart box chocolates he can find its so cute!

    Mary
    mary_reiss @ hotmail.com

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  11. I love whenever I get handmade gifts from my kids.

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  12. Thanks for the excerpt and the chance to win!
    No great Valentine's memories for me.
    natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com

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  13. Thank you for taking part in the hop and the free book! I don't really have any fond memories of V-day, that's probably why I like spending my time reading V-day stories.

    humhumbum AT yahoo DOT com

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  14. Almost 30 years ago, I got my first car (a used Ford) as a Valentine's Day gift. It was very special.
    catherinelee100 at gmail dot com

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  15. Hi! Happy Valentines! I dont celebrate this holiday, so no memories to really tell. Thank you for sharing and for ​the amazing giveaway!
    shadowluvs2read(at)gmail(dot)com

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  16. Your blurb sounds like it's gonna go to some naughty places.....Just signed up to follow you! Thanks for being in giveaway, love to find new authors!!
    shannonw1978@hotmail.com

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  17. I got a mini vacation a few years ago it was great!!! bw2323bro(@)yahoo.com

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  18. I really don't have any special Valentine's memories. Thanks for the awesome giveaway.
    sstrode at scrtc dot com

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  19. Thanks for the giveaway.
    magic5905 at embarqmail dot com

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  20. Well... I really don't have any special memories lol normally me and hubby don't do anything over the top... dinner and a movie but this year he DID surprise me with a galaxy tab 3 10.1 that I had been subtly hinting that I would like to get ;) jjo7796 at hotmail dot com

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