And we have a winner! Drumroll please... Through a random
selection process involving my Boston Terrier, Lily, the following
winner of a signed, print copy of RENT has been chosen. Congratulations, Sherry S. I'll be in touch, Sherry, via e-mail, about your copy.
Rent is now officially on sale at
MLR Press,
Amazon,
All Romance Ebooks, and everywhere good books are sold.
Rent successfully combines my passion for love stories and tales with dark underpinnings. Ultimately, it's a slice-of-life that demonstrates how true love can triumph over even the worst adversity, including murder.
Readers of
Tricks will find the world of
Rent very familiar. Watch for cameo appearances of Sean and Arliss!
The novel is available in both
paperback and
ebook editions. Read on to see how you can win a FREE, signed copy delivered to your door by me--wearing a gas mask and a ribbon of green tulle and wielding my big sword. Well, maybe that last part was a bit of harmless kidding. Maybe not (see photo below--and yes, that's really me). I will send the winner's copy out first-class mail, though. Details on how to enter are below.
SYNOPSIS
On the worst day of his life, Wren Gallagher wants oblivion when he
steps into Tricks for a drink. He's lost not only his job, but his
wallet as well. When a mysterious stranger steps up to pay his tab, he
also offers Wren the key to fulfilling his dreams of prosperity and true
love. But appearances are not always what they seem....
His savior is the owner of the escort agency, A Louer---and he wants the
young and handsome Wren to work for him. So down on his luck, Wren
figures---why not? He can use the money. When he joins, though, he
hadn't counted on meeting Rufus, another escort with whom he quickly
falls hopelessly in love.
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| Photo by St. Sukie de la Croix. All rights reserved |
But their love story will have to overcome the obstacles of not only
trading love for money, but A Louer's dark---and deadly---secrets.
EXCERPT
It
always amazed Wren that Tricks could be so busy, no matter what time of day he
stopped in. Today, for example, it was three in the afternoon, a Friday, yes,
but still, three in the afternoon. And yet the stripper bar was crowded, mostly
with older guys, but some like Wren, too. Younger—wearing snarky ‘what am I
doing here?’ expressions on their faces even as they cast furtive glances up at
the two buff guys dancing in G-strings to the latest Lady Gaga anthem.
Outside,
Chicago in summer was in full swing, but once you entered Tricks, you forgot
all about the city and the season. The traffic sounds at the intersection of
Belmont and Broadway, the rumble of the el a few blocks west, and the voices of
many pedestrians mingling on the street, disappeared. Tricks was a world unto
itself, a universe where nearly naked men, alcohol fumes, colored lights, dirty
floors, the clinking of ice in glasses, the husky music of men propositioning
men, and mirrored walls all conspired together, creating something that was one
part sleaze, one part gay, and one part home (at least for many of the men who
frequented Tricks).
Tricks
was all about escapism. Its dancers allowed you to free yourself from the
shackles of your own body issues. Too skinny? Too fat? In-between but nowhere
near remarkably ripped? It was okay at Tricks because the dancers were
beautiful and one could imagine they got their ripped and muscular physiques
effortlessly, from hanging out in bars, consuming copious amounts of alcohol,
and tricking athletically with a parade of handsome strangers. The magic might
work for you one day, too.
Or
at least that was the fantasy they were selling at Tricks.
And…if
your self-esteem tank was running a little low, a wink or a smile from one of
the dancers was enough to kick it up a notch. The hunky bartender calling you
‘Gorgeous’ or ‘Stud’ didn’t hurt either when he asked what he could get you.
This kind of behavior from those who worked at Tricks was hard to swallow, yet
easy to cling to, making you believe, if only for a second, you were hot. You
were wanted.
It
was all part of the make-believe. And sometimes, it was enough.
Wren
Gallagher, all of twenty-three years old, today needed some of the escapism
Tricks offered. Yes, he required it even at three in the afternoon. As the
crowd jostled him, Wren kept his eye on the one open stool at the bar in front
of him. It was like some sort of prize, an alcoholic holy grail, a place where
he could park his skinny ass and maybe, just maybe, forget for a few hours what
a crappy day he’d had.
Just
as he elbowed his way through the laughing and chattering crowd of mostly
middle-aged men and had managed to get within inches of the vacant stool, a
heavy-set guy with a bottle of beer in one thick paw materialized out of nowhere
to claim it. He was focused intently on the blond Adonis gyrating on the bar,
so he did not see that there was a competition for the stool.
Wren
stopped and regarded the man with his brown eyes, hoping his telepathy was in
good enough working order that the man would feel the force of his gaze. At
least one thing would go right on this shitty day, Wren thought, and that one
thing—all I ask—is that this character makes eye contact with me.
Lo
and behold, he did. Wren smiled prettily, trying to buoy up the older, balding
man’s ego with the combined force of his slightly gap-toothed,
turned-up-at-one-corner grin and his shock of red hair, his slender hips
encased in denim, and the geek allure vibe he knew he gave off. He knew because
he had been told he was a sexy nerd on more than one occasion.
The
guy did a bit of a double take when he saw Wren trying to make eye contact,
smiling. He looked up at the dancer and back at Wren, as if he had to decide
between one or the other. As if he
had a choice…
Wren
winked.
That
was all it took. The older man stepped back, away from the stool, and gestured
with his hands, the perfect gentleman, that Wren should take it.
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