Author: L.A. Witt
Book: New Hand
Series: Blue Water Bay
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Cover Artist: LC Chase
Publication Date: December 18, 2017
Length: 399 pages
Synopsis
Months after his
husband’s death, Garrett Blaine desperately needs a fresh start. He sells his
house in Seattle, leaves his accounting job, and starts bartending in Bluewater
Bay. There he meets a man who wakes up his nearly forgotten libido.
Jesse Connelly’s
friend with benefits bolted after Jesse disclosed his HIV status. Stood up and
stinging, Jesse tries to drown his sorrows . . . and finds an unexpected
connection with a lonely bartender.
Jesse and Garrett
quickly bond over a shared love of comics and card games, and they can’t get
enough of each other between the sheets. Not even a bumpy start and a
fifteen-year age gap can derail them as they go from strangers to lovers, then
friends, then much more.
But as Garrett’s
feelings for Jesse deepen, so does his grief for the man he lost—especially as
he sees hints of his late husband in his new boyfriend. Now Garrett has to
figure out if Jesse is his second chance at true love, or if Jesse’s just
filling in for the man he’s never fully grieved. And he needs to figure it out
soon, because Jesse’s starting to wonder the same thing.
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Before I knew it, it was last call.
To my surprise, though, Jesse didn’t seem to
be in a big hurry to take off. He took his time settling his bill, and there
was still some Coke left in his glass.
As I wiped down the bar, he glanced at me.
“Will your boss get mad if I hang out until you close?”
My hand stopped. “I . . . No. Of course not.”
Clearing my throat, I continued mopping up the scattered crumbs and water
droplets off the hardwood. “Can’t imagine it’ll be all that exciting for you.”
He smiled. “I’m pretty sure I can keep myself
entertained until you’re done.”
I was tempted to ask what the plan was after
that, but the words got lost in my throat. Did this mean something? Was he as
interested in me as I was in him? I was afraid to ask, thinking I’d send him
running. Like the moment was a flock of easily startled pigeons just waiting
for a reason to fly off in a panic.
Or maybe that was just me.
“I’m, uh . . . I need to take care of a few
things in the back room. Won’t be long.”
“No rush.” God. That smile.
I took the bag of trash out from under my
station and ducked through the doorway that led to the kitchen and the break
room. At the end of the hall, I leaned out another door to toss the bag in the
dumpster. When I stepped back inside, Don was there. He glanced into the
barroom, gaze landing on Jesse, and an amused expression curled his lips. “New
friend, eh?”
My cheeks burned. Don’s expression was gentle,
though. He wasn’t getting on my case, just playfully ribbing me. And maybe
there was even something more there. After all, he knew why I’d come to
Bluewater Bay.
“Um. Yes, sir.” I cleared my throat. “He’s . .
.”
He clapped my shoulder. “Get out of here,
Blaine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Are you sure?”
“Go.” He nudged me toward the door. “Hailey
and I can finish up here.”
Don wasn’t terribly generous with the early
dismissals, so I wasn’t going to argue. I grabbed my coat and clocked out. When
Jesse and I made eye contact, I nodded toward the door, and he followed me
outside.
The night was cool and smelled like pine trees
and saltwater, and it was a nice switch after being in the stuffy barroom for
the last several hours.
“So, um.” I turned to Jesse. “Where are you
parked?”
He gestured down the road. “At the end of the
block.”
“You, um . . .” I hesitated. “Mind if I walk
with you?” I felt stupid asking. He was the one who’d stuck around.
Jesse smiled. “Not at all.”
As we started walking, I slid my hands into
the pockets of my jeans. He did the same. We both looked straight ahead,
neither saying a word as our steps fell into sync. It had been a long, long
time since I’d been a nervous teenager walking through the halls of my high
school next to someone I’d been crushing on, frantically trying to work up the
courage to say something before the bell rang, but I was pretty sure that had
felt a lot like this.
My pulse was all over the place. It had also
been ages since I’d made a move on anyone. Especially sober. How did we do this? And was I misreading all his
signals? Or giving off the wrong ones myself?
Then Jesse cleared his throat and broke the
silence. “You don’t mind me coming in every night and hanging out until you
close, do you?”
“Mind?” I shook my head. “Why would I mind?”
“I don’t know.” Jesse stared at the ground and
shrugged. “I just didn’t want you thinking I was stalking you or something.”
“Did it seem like I was stalking you when I
showed up at the comic book store?”
His lips quirked. “No. It was . . .” He
paused, and a smile came to life as he turned toward me. “It was actually
really nice. Especially after the shitty day I’d been having.”
“Really? You seemed like you were in a good
mood.”
“I was.” He stopped, and when our eyes locked,
he whispered, “Because you were there.”
My heart skipped. I had no idea what to say.
Judging by the sudden red in his cheeks, he didn’t either.
Jesse dropped his gaze and pushed his hands
deeper into his pockets. “I, um . . . It was kind of a rough day. Yesterday,
mostly, but I still felt like shit today.” Pulling in a deep breath, he looked
at me through his lashes and offered the faintest half shrug. “Then you were
there. And the day . . . didn’t suck anymore.”
“Oh.” That was all that remained of my
vocabulary. I watched him, lips parted and eyes wide, not sure where to go from
here.
The red in his cheeks darkened, and he cleared
his throat as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I’m, uh, not exactly
smooth when it comes to this stuff.”
“That makes two of us. I never was good at
this part.”
Our eyes locked. The air around us seemed to
freeze in place. My heart slammed against my rib cage. Something about our
words amped everything up. Like we’d acknowledged this wasn’t just a friendly
walk to his car. That “this part” wasn’t my imagination, and something might .
. . happen.
Yeah. It might happen. And I wanted it to.
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 Landing media empire.
About LA Witt
L.A. Witt is an abnormal
M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze
of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain.
In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the
country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing
herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands
these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South
America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher,
but don’t tell Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher.
Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut . . .
Connect with L.A.:
- Website: www.gallagherwitt.com
- Author Blog: gallagherwitt.blogspot.com
- Personal Blog: navywifeadventures.blogspot.
- Twitter: @GallagherWitt
- Facebook: facebook.com//L-A-Witt-MM-Fiction
- Goodreads: goodreads.com/GallagherWitt
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To celebrate the release of New Hand, one lucky winner will receive a $10 Riptide credit and their choice of two ebooks off LA Witt’s
backlist (not counting New Hand)! Leave
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midnight, Eastern time, on December 23, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S.
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