Saturday, March 8, 2014

Seduced by the Game/ Cover Reveal and Exclusive Excerpt!

Holy Hannah, it`s coming next month! Seduced by the Game 2014 will release sometime in mid-to-late April, 2014.



I am thrilled to be a part of this wonderful collection of hockey romances, penned by many bestselling authors. You`ll not only be getting eight novellas for the price of one book, but every penny made on the sales from this book for a year go right to Hockey Fights Cancer. After the year is up, the authors are given the rights back to their tale to with as they please. Then the 2015 edition of Seduced by the Game will take its place.

This is planned to be an annual event, with all proceeds going to the charity. All of the authors involved donated our novellas for the anthology, but it didn`t stop there. Cover art, logo design, proofreading, editing, marketing support: it has all been donated. What a great team effort for a truly worthwhile cause!

I`ll keep my friends and fans updated as the news becomes available, but for now, here`s a little about my part of the novella.

My story is titled Heir Apparent. It`s an M/M romance that centers on two goalies. Goalies are my weakness, I can`t deny it. Want to know a bit more?

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Jacobi Evans grew up watching Pittsburgh Puma superstar Cam Evans in the crease. After years of working diligently, as well as making all the sacrifices, Jacobi has made it. He`s gotten the call to try out for the spot as Cam`s back-up. His dreams are finally coming true, then Jacobi looks into the eyes of the man he grew up wanting to be. Now, Jacobi just wants Cam. But the young goalie knows Cam`s past; the marriage that failed, the daughter, the straight as a ruler lifestyle being played out in an elite Pittsburgh neighborhood. There isn`t a place for a young, gay goalie in that tightly laced world Cam lives in, is there?

What Jacobi, and the world, thinks they know is far different then what Cam Evans really is. For his entire career, hell, since he was old enough to know, Cam has been hiding his homosexuality. Now, after close to twenty years of self-imposed agony, Cam is slowly falling apart. His game is off. His job looks to be on the line. His nights are filled with emptiness. His days are spent pretending. The life of lies is shredding him to ribbons. Then this Jacobi kid shows up looking damn good in the net, and far too good up close. Does he dare reach out to the young man who looks at him with much more than admiration in his eyes? Or should he burrow deeper into that dark, safe, lonely closet?

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Looking for a little more? How about an excerpt that shows just overwhelming the attraction between Jacobi and Cam is?


            Turns out the Kaufmann Clock was this old, gold clock with naked Grecian men on either side of it. It’s a damned impressive clock that is a Pittsburgh landmark, I would learn later. It seems that it is quite the thing to meet someone under this over one-hundred-year-old clock. It was where I found Cam, bundled up in a thick blue parka, sipping a hot beverage. The corner of Fifth Avenue and Smithfield Street was pretty quiet. I pulled up in front of Macy’s, parked, then jogged over to Cameron.

"You could have picked somewhere warmer to meet," I said. Cam began walking. I fell in beside him.

"Like where?" the man asked, his face nearly concealed by the huge hood over his head. "Tell me one damned place in this town that we could meet to talk without someone knowing it was us."

            I padded along beside him with no reply for his comment. He was right. Everyone knew his face in “The Burgh.” The longer we walked, the more I accepted that I would freeze to death. We made two complete laps in total silence. Cam stopped to drop his empty coffee cup into a trash can. We stood under a streetlight, our breath twin clouds of steam hovering in front of us.

            "You have to understand that this…I don’t know how to go about…shit." He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his parka. Again, we started walking.

            "Look, man, if I knew for sure what we were dealing with, maybe I could help a little better," I said. A biracial couple hurried past us. I burrowed into my flimsy coat until all that stuck out of the collar were my eyes.

            "I have a daughter. She’s a senior in high school."

            "Awesome," I mumbled into my coat. My forehead was extremely cold. Like ice cream eaten too fast cold. We kept walking that block.

            "She is awesome." I peeked over at him. I wished he would drop that fucking hood so I could see his face. "And not aware of how things were with her mother and me."

            "How things were, or how you were pretending they were?" I chanced it. What the hell? He would either slug me, call me a motherfucker, or stalk off. Whatever happened it had to be better than roaming around this fucking city block when the temperature was a balmy four degrees. "I mean, that is what you’re dancing around, right? That you’re so far back in the closet you just discovered Narnia? Why not just admit that much to yourself before we both succumb to fucking hypothermia."

            I should have known that Cameron Evans was a man of action. I mean, I followed his career all though my school years. He was fast. My back was against the wall under that old clock before I could register the shove. Cam then got all sorts of in my face. I did not raise my hands. His angry exhalation was flavored with vanilla.

            "Are you calling me a queer?" I shrugged one shoulder.

            "I call them as I see them. Now, you can either step off or you can kiss me." I threw the challenge out without a second thought. I stared into the shelter of his hood, finding his dark eyes in the shadows. They flickered down to my blue lips. "Whatever you decide to do, do it fast. I’m cold, tired, and hungry."

            He did. He captured my mouth with a kiss so aggressive my teeth ground into my lips. Yeah. This was it. This was what I had been pushing him to do…hoping he would do. His hands slapped to the wall on either side of my head. I grabbed his hooded head then ran my tongue over his bottom lip. The tempting taste of his latte lingered on his tongue. Then he lost the fingertip hold he had found on the slippery slope of sexual honesty. Cam stumbled backward. I remained flat to the wall, my lips warmed nicely. He threw horrified looks up then down the street.

            "Cam, man, it’s okay. It is okay to kiss a dude on the street. It is totally acceptable."

            "No one knows." He pulled his hood even farther over his face.

            "Then tell them. Go to your daughter, tell her. Tell your ex-wife, unless she already knows?"

            "No, she doesn’t know, but she suspected. I need more time to…think this through."

            "Cam, don’t you think you’ve lived a lie long enough, dude?" I asked as he retreated farther into his parka.

            "It’s so much easier to hide in the dark," he murmured then left me under the clock, back flat to the wall, lips tender from our kiss.




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