Book: For A Good Time Call...
Series: Bluewater Bay
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Cover Artist: LC Chase
Publication date: April 10, 2017
Length: 358 pages
Thirty-seven-year-old Nate Albano’s second relationship ever ended three years ago, and since he’s grace—gray asexual—he doesn’t anticipate beating the odds to find a third. Still, he’s got his dog, his hobbies, and his job as a special effects technician on Wolf’s Landing, so he can’t complain—much.
Seth Larson, umpteenth generation Bluewater Bay, is the quintessential good-time guy, content with tending bar and being his grandmother’s handyman. The night they meet, Seth’s looking for some recreational sex to escape family drama. But for Nate, romantic attraction comes before sexual attraction, so while Seth thinks they’re hooking up, Nate just wants to talk . . . genealogy?
So they declare a “just friends” truce. Then Seth asks for Nate’s help investigating a sinister Larson family secret, and their feelings start edging way beyond platonic. But Nate may want more than Seth can give him, and Seth may not be able to leave his good-time image behind. Unless they can find a way to merge carefree with commitment, they could miss out on true love—the best time of all.
About Bluewater Bay
Welcome to Bluewater Bay! This quiet little logging town on Washington state’s Olympic Peninsula has been stagnating for decades, on the verge of ghost town status. Until a television crew moves in to film Wolf’s Landing, a soon-to-be cult hit based on the wildly successful shifter novels penned by local author Hunter Easton.
Wolf’s Landing’s success spawns everything from merchandise to movie talks, and Bluewater Bay explodes into a mecca for fans and tourists alike. The locals still aren’t quite sure what to make of all this—the town is rejuvenated, but at what cost? And the Hollywood-based production crew is out of their element in this small, mossy seaside locale. Needless to say, sparks fly.
This collaborative story world is brought to you by eleven award-winning, best-selling LGBTQ romance authors: L.A. Witt, L.B. Gregg, Z.A. Maxfield, Heidi Belleau, Rachel Haimowitz, Anne Tenino, Amy Lane, SE Jakes, G.B. Gordon, Jaime Samms and Ally Blue. Each contemporary novel stands alone, but all are built around the town and the people of Bluewater Bay and the Wolf’s Landingmedia empire.
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A Cut Scene from For A Good Time Call...
In For a Good Time, Call, Seth and Nate spend a lot of time not dating. Instead, they do things as “just friends,” which is a new experience for Seth. Not having friends itself, but having a friend he’s attracted to who isn’t interested in sex. He spends a fair amount of the story wrapped up in thoughts about that.
Seth also spends a fair amount of the novel thinking about his grandmother, her desire to sell her house, and his father and his uncle Kirk, who are preventing Grandma from selling. This scene touches on all those topics (“just friends,” Grandma, and her sons), and since they get covered plenty of other places, we cut it. Our loss is your gain, though—you get to read a cut scene!
Here, Seth has just left a tour of the Wolf’s Landing lot that Nate took him on—a non-tourist, “special friends” type of tour which the general public doesn’t have access to. (Not that kind of “special friends,” of course. You’ll see.) This excerpt begins just after he’s realized his grandmother is driving the car behind him and they’re both headed home.
Dammit, if she were already at the Bluewater Bay Senior Estates, she wouldn’t drive much at all. They had a bus for residents that went on little excursions. It was how the Ma Cougar’s lunch crowd managed to drink mimosas to their liver’s content and not worry about getting back.
Grandma did fine, of course, even though she turned on the blinker for the driveway about two blocks before either one of them turned in. When he parked behind the garage, she parked inside it, so Seth waited at the side door for her to come out.
“Nothing in that trap, yet.” Nana sighed as she came out.
Trap? “Oh.” The rat trap. “Too bad.” Dammit, he’d forgotten about it, which was kind of unlike him. Probably from all that mooning he’d been doing. It’s only going to get worse. Today, he’d been certain Nate had touched the small of his back, plus there was the whole issue of the guy inviting him to two things in a week. Did just-friends hang out that much?
At least he’d managed to avoid obvious innuendos. Mostly. And yes, just-friends must hang out that much because they did and they were just friends.
“Where’ve you been?” Nana poked him gently in the stomach, a leftover habit from when he’d been little and had massive amounts of baby fat. Somehow that had become an affectionate greeting she only used with him. “On a date?”
Heat rushed up to his cheeks, and Seth sputtered, because for the first time in, like, ever, he hadn’t been on a date as he defined them, but she’d definitely think it was one. “No!” he said far too forcefully. “Where’ve you been, anyway?”
“Oh-ho.” Grandma’s eyes danced as she poked him again, hard enough to dig into a rib. He wasn’t as well padded now as he had been when she’d started doing that. “Changing the subject? Well, I know when to let things lie.” She sniffed and unzipped her purse, hanging off her arm, to stash her car keys inside. “I’ve been visiting Eleanor.” She dug out her house keys. Once, long ago, Papa had told her it was bad for her starter motor to have too many keys on one ring, and ever since then she’d kept all her sets of keys separate. Seth was always amazed she managed to keep track of them.
“At the retirement home,” Seth stated, rather than asked. Which reminded him. “Grandma, are you sure it’s not a problem if there’s another B&B in town? I mean, if someone buys this place and turns it into one?”
She motorboated her lips and turned toward the house, saying as she made her way along the covered walkway, “I’m too old to worry about it. A little competition is good for the market, regardless.”
Trudging along behind her, Seth resolved to do a little of his own investigating. I’m too old to worry about it was Nana’s way of saying she didn’t care and wasn’t going to think about it any more. They really didn’t need issues with the buyer or the community once they finally got the family talked around to selling the place. He couldn’t see how someone could block the sale, but due diligence now could save them from a buttload of headaches later.
After she’d unlocked the door and stepped through, she turned to ask, “Are you coming in?”
“I have to get ready for work. My shift starts at three-thirty.” He leaned forward as she tilted her head up, waiting for his kiss on her cheek. He’d been giving her a lot of them lately. Maybe because under his lips her skin felt so papery and delicate. Like the elements would weather her away any day now.
“Seth,” she said as he began to go, the trepidation in her voice freezing him on the top step. “Before I went to the Senior Estates, I went to see Kirk.”
By force of will, Seth didn’t react, even though there was a groan in his gut that was dying to get out. Instead looked back over his shoulder and waited for her to say more.
“If he comes by your place of work today . . .”
“Graaandma.” They must’ve had an argument, and if all went as usual Uncle Kirk would take it out on him. “Did you fight about selling Sentinel House?”
Grandma folded her lips together and nodded, looking like a naughty child. She slid her hand down from where she’d splayed it wide on the screen door, and it closed until only her head was visible. As if she needed it for protection from him.
“It’s okay,” Seth hurried to assure her. An uncertain Grandma wasn’t right. “I can handle him.”
“I know you can.” She nodded some more, and pushed past the edge of the screen, until her shoulders were out. “But you shouldn’t have to. He’s my son, and you aren’t my keeper.”
“Yeah, well.” Seth shrugged. They both knew that—Uncle Kirk was the clueless asshole.
Of course, he probably thought the same thing about them.
“Grandma, maybe it’s time to up our game.”
Brow furrowed, Nana took a few seconds to respond. “You mean it’s time to force their hand? Make the benefits of selling outweigh what they think they’re getting out of it.”
Grinning, Seth spun around to give her one more quick kiss before really leaving this time—he only had a few minutes to get to work. “You speak the lingo just like a high schooler.”
“Oh!” Nana laughed, slapping him on the shoulder right before he trotted down the walk. “You. You go on with yourself.”
So he did.
About the Authors
Catalyzed by her discovery of LGBTQ romance, Anne Tenino left the lucrative fields of art history, non-profit fundraising, and domestic engineering to follow her dream of become a starving romance author. For good or ill, her snarky, silly, quasi-British sense of humor came along for the ride.
Anne applies her particular blend of romance, comedy and gay protagonists to contemporary, scifi and paranormal tales. Her works have won awards, she’s been featured in RT Book Reviews, and has achieved bestseller status on Amazon’s gay romance list.
Born and raised in Oregon, Anne lives in Portland with her husband and two kids, who have all taken a sacred oath to never read her books. She can usually be found at her computer, procrastinating.
Connect with Anne:
- Website: annetenino.com
- Blog: chicksanddicksrainbow.com
- Twitter: @AnneTenino
- Facebook: facebook.com//Anne-Tenino-Author
- Goodreads: goodreads.com/annetenino
About E.J. Russell
E.J. Russell holds a BA and an MFA in theater, so naturally she’s spent the last three decades as a financial manager, database designer, and business-intelligence consultant. After her twin sons left for college and she no longer spent half her waking hours ferrying them to dance class, she returned to her childhood love of writing fiction. Now she wonders why she ever thought an empty nest meant leisure.
E.J. lives in rural Oregon with her curmudgeonly husband, the only man on the planet who cares less about sports than she does. She enjoys visits from her wonderful adult children, and indulges in good books, red wine, and the occasional hyperbole.
Connect with E.J.:
· Website: ejrussell.com
· Blog: ejrussell.com/bloggery/
· Facebook: www.facebook.com/E.J.Russell.author
· Twitter: twitter.com/ej_russell
· Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/ejrussell/
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