Monday, 12 November 2012

Giveaway: Papa's Boy

The final part of the Morning Report series, Papa's Boy, comes out on 16th November. I am so excited!!!!!
To celebrate I have a giveaway of either a signed paperback or a ebook in a format of your choice.


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Please leave a comment below (on my blog) to enter the draw. Please let me what format you would prefer. I will pick a name out of the hat on 16th November at 6pm GMT.


When Ray Sloane tires of the men in his usual club, he finds himself in the Pink Palm, an inauspiciously named spit-and-sawdust dive, not the sort of place an elementary school teacher and pastor’s assistant should be seen in. On the other hand, Ray needs a fresh face. But what he gets is a closeted, desperately unhappy divorcé named Zeke.

Losing his teaching job and his kids has left Zeke bitter and in denial about his sexuality, but Ray is determined to get under his skin. Just as Zeke starts to relax, life interferes with Ray’s plans: Lee, the teenage organist from St. Mark's, tells his parents that he was abused as a teeanger by a prominent congregation member from his old church, and Ray becomes the target of bullies at school and has to worry about his own job. With the specter of what happened to Zeke hanging over him, Ray must protect Lee and his own reputation, all while trying to convince Zeke that he doesn’t need to run away when their relationship grows more intense.

Excerpt:


“LORD, we have a lot of work to do, so if you’d be so kind as to make this easy, we’d be really grateful. Amen.”

Ray Sloane arched an eyebrow, watching as the pastor gave his short prayer. “Is that it?” Ray asked.

Noah Taylor looked offended. “What do you mean—is that it?”

“Not much of a prayer, is it? Lord, we’ve got a shitload of work to do, so make it easy. Where are the comments about guiding us with the Holy Spirit and this barn being a mustard seed from which we can grow a strong church?”

“You think you could do better?” Noah huffed, folding his arms across his flannel shirt.

“Better than that? Damn—sorry, Lord—right I could.”

“Everyone’s a critic, Pastor.” Luke Murray, the owner of the Lost Cow Ranch and the ramshackle barn they were currently standing in, grinned at them both. “You can’t get good help these days.”

The pastor frowned at Ray, who, up until a few weeks ago, had been his assistant at St. Mark’s. “My prayer was short and to the point. Now stop criticizing and do something useful.”

Ray raised his eyebrow again. “Like what? What are you expecting me to do? I’m not a cowboy.”

“You can help clear the barn, can’t you? It’ll keep you from getting fat. You’ve been eating too many of Momma’s dinners lately.”

Now it was Ray’s turn to look offended. “I’m not getting fat.” He patted his flat stomach. “Look at that. Solid muscle from all the furniture I’ve been moving over the summer.”

“Muscle?” Noah scoffed. “That’s not muscle. That’s grown in a gym. This is muscle.” He lifted up the shirt of the red-haired man next to him, who had stayed out of the argument so far. The man flushed and tried to push down his shirt, but not before Ray had seen the rippling muscles of his abs. Maybe Noah had a point. He couldn’t compete with Tommy Bradley for muscle development.

“Noah, please,” Tom hissed.

Noah smirked at his lover. “Sorry, Tom, didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just wanted to show Tiny here what a real man looks like.”

Ray flipped him off. “You can do that, Noah, when you tell me what a real pastor looks like.”

“Are they always like this, Tommy?” Luke leaned heavily on his cane as he spoke to his ranch hand.

Tommy Bradley pulled a face. “You need to ask that? Come on, it’s Noah! Usually they’re worse.” He ignored the outraged look his lover sent him, and Ray’s sardonic chuckle. “Do you need to get off that leg, boss?”

It was Luke’s turn to grimace. “Yeah, it’s giving me hell today.” Luke had been caught in a flash flood a couple of months previously and damaged his knee joint. “I’d better go back to the house before Shelley calls Simon.”

“She’s a snitch, is she?” Ray asked.

Shelley had been employed to give Luke a hand in the office. It helped Luke and meant she and her new beau, Chuck, another hand, could live together and travel into work at the same time. Luke grumbled about her all the time, but that was only because she never let him get away with working too hard. She never let him get away with shit. Shelley was tight with Simon, Luke’s partner.

“The woman doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut.” Luke winced as he shifted his weight. “I’ve gotta sit down.” The pain visible on his face, Luke limped away.

Tommy gave Noah a quick kiss and moved to Luke’s side, ignoring his boss’s growl.

Left with just the pastor, Ray couldn’t quite repress a sigh as he looked at the work ahead of him. Luke’s offer to move St. Mark’s church to a barn on the Lost Cow Ranch had seemed like the solution to all their problems, even slightly romantic, after Noah had been removed as pastor of St. Mark’s, but the barn was going to need a lot of work, and a lot of money, to make it fit to be a replacement church.

“It looks impossible, doesn’t it?” Noah asked. “St. Mark’s was an old building, but at least it was habitable.”

Ray hadn’t seen Noah move to his side. “I thought it was gonna be an easy job to fix up the old barn. Now we’re here, it looks like a mountain of work.”

“I felt like that the day of the denominational meeting. I couldn’t see how we were going to up and move an entire church an hour’s drive from St. Mark’s. You were one of the people to convince me it would work.”

“And now?” Ray asked. He was enfolded into a one-arm hug by Noah.

“Now all I can think is this is how our savior came into the world.” Noah hugged Ray even closer. “It’s kinda appropriate that we start again in a barn.”

Ray shook his head.

“What?” Noah gave him a quizzical look.

“You’re such an optimist. That’s part of the reason I’ve stayed with you for so long.”

“If life gives you lemons….” Noah chuckled.

“Oh, please. You don’t make lemonade. You make a sixty-nine sling.”

“What the heck is a sixty-nine sling? It sounds like some sort of sex toy.”

Ray grinned at him. “It’s a lemonade cocktail. You’d be handing out cocktails to all the pessimists, telling them to drink up.”

“Yeah, particularly with a name like that. That reminds me, are you going to the Pacific Saturday night?”

The Pacific was the closest gay club. Ray usually organized a group of the men from St. Mark’s to go at least once a month.

“Not this week. I’m going to try another place. See if it’s worth us all going.”

“Are you going with anybody else?” Noah asked curiously.

Ray shook his head. “Just me.”

Noah shot him a shrewd glance. “Is everything all right, Ray?”

“Everything’s fine. I just want a change of scene, that’s all.”

And a change of men. A couple of years of going to the same bar month after month had left a stale taste in Ray’s mouth. It didn’t take long to work your way through the limited selection of guys, and Ray had moved beyond the need to get his rocks off. So the dry patch he’d been going through was very dry, and being surrounded by couples in love was doing nothing to improve his mood.

Ray was thirty, he was average-looking, and he was lonely. Even as a gay teenager, he’d thought that by the time he was old—thirty was old back then—he would be settled in a relationship. He wasn’t looking for the picket fence, but maybe a dog would be nice.

“Where are you going?”

“The Pink Palm,” he said reluctantly, not surprised to see Noah’s eyes widen.

“Seriously? You’re thinking that some of the others might want to go the Pink Palm?” Noah sounded incredulous.

Even in their part of Texas, the Pink Palm was notorious for all the wrong reasons.

“Ray, I’m not sure it’s a good idea. What about taking the weekend off and going to Austin?”

Ray looked away from the worried expression in Noah’s eyes. “Not this weekend. I haven’t been to the Palm, and I wanna see for myself what all the fuss is about.”

“You still have to drive.”

“I know. There’s a motel close by.”

“Ray….” Noah sounded really concerned but he was interrupted by a voice at the barn door.

“Hey, guys, have you seen Luke?” Simon grinned at them.

“He’s gone to take a load off his leg,” Noah said.

Simon’s grin immediately morphed into a frown. “Was it giving him trouble? I’ll go and find him.”

Ray waited until Simon had left before he said, “Luke is gonna kill you.”

“I know,” Noah agreed, sounding smug.

Ray shook his head. “Why do you enjoy winding Luke up so much? He’s our landlord now. And you’re a pastor.”

“What’s that got to do with it? And quit trying to change the subject. I’m still not happy about you going to the Pink Palm.”

“I know.” Ray was warmed by Noah’s concern, although he wouldn’t have expected anything less. “I need something more than the Pacific. It’s great and all but I haven’t met anyone new in over a year. I need someone… something… edgier.”

“By edgier, you mean more dangerous?” Noah knew Ray only too well. Ray had a need to walk on the wild side, a trait he normally managed to temper. Every so often that need surfaced. Like now—when Ray was lonely and bored.

“I’m not an idiot,” Ray said, a touch impatiently. “I’ll get out at any sign of trouble.”

“I’m going to call you, and you’d better return my calls, or I’m coming to get you.”

“Yes, Mom. What happens if I hook up and forget?”

“Then you’d better be prepared to be interrupted.”

Ray knew Noah would do exactly what he said. “You’re evil, you know that, don’t you?”

Noah patted him on the back. “That’s why you love me.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Ray said. “I leave that to your boy. No one else would put up with you. Hi, Tommy.”

He looked over to see Noah’s boyfriend in the doorway, a storm gathering on his freckled face.

“Is everything okay?” Tommy asked, his eyes fixed on the way Noah was touching Ray.

“This idiot is going to the Pink Palm on Saturday.”

Immediately Tommy’s expression changed. “What on earth for? It’s a dive. You shouldn’t go there.”

Ray sighed. “Thanks for the concern, guys, but seriously, you need to let me make my own decisions.”

“Not if they’re shit ones,” Tommy said bluntly.

“I think I preferred you when you were sweet and innocent,” Ray said.

Noah enclosed Tommy in a hug, tipping Tommy’s hat over his face. “Lay off my cowboy. He’s only trying to prevent you from being a dumbass.”

Ray gave up. “I’ve gotta go. Got an early start tomorrow.” The ranch had rented him a small cottage on the outskirts of the spread, but it meant a longer drive for him to work. Since he’d started back at school, Ray ended up going to bed early as his day started at dark-thirty.

“Don’t think you can run away that easy,” Noah said. “You’re eating at the bunkhouse, remember?” He must have seen the beginning of a refusal on Ray’s face, because he said, “I promise not to mention the Palm to Luke or Simon.”

“You’d better not,” Ray growled.

Because if Luke or Simon heard that Ray was going to the Pink Palm, he’d never hear the end of it. Ray glared at Tommy, who took a step backward.

“I’m saying nothing,” Tommy said, “but if they hear about it, they aren’t gonna be happy.”

“Then they’d better not hear about it.” Ray growled at the two men and stalked out of the barn. He could almost hear the way Noah and Tommy were rolling their eyes in disgust. He headed for his car, totally out of sorts and not wanting an evening of being sociable with Luke and his family. As Ray laid his hand on the door handle of his car, he was hailed from the main house.

“Where’re you going, Ray? Thought you were eating with us this evening.”

Cursing under his breath, he looked up to see Luke sitting on the stoop, his cane resting against his thigh.

“I’ve got a headache. I thought I’d go home and sleep it off,” Ray lied.

“That’s a real shame. Momma was looking forward to talking to you about plans for the Mustard Seed.”

Ray was about to respond when Simon and Pamela, Luke’s mother, came out of the house. He noticed the immediate scowl on Luke’s face.

“Good, you haven’t moved,” Simon said, his tone curt. “We’ll be back in time for dinner, Momma.”

“I don’t need to see the doctor. My knee is fine,” Luke snapped.

Simon scowled down his partner. “It’s the size of a watermelon, Luke. You’re going to get it checked if I have to carry you into the clinic myself.”

“Good luck with that one,” Luke said.

It looked like a standoff; then Pamela spotted Ray. “Oh, glad you’re here, Ray. You can come and help me with the dinner while Simon takes Luke to Doc Alvarez.”

Ray opened his mouth to say he wasn’t staying but then Simon lifted Luke over his shoulder and started carrying him toward his truck, ignoring Luke’s angry, “What the fuck?” Ray almost choked at how strong Simon was. He was carrying Luke, who was six foot plus and no lightweight, like he was a kid. It was kind of a turn-on.

“Ignore them. This is like foreplay.”

Ray coughed in embarrassment. “Mrs. Murray!” he exclaimed, scandalized at her comment.

She looked at him in amusement. “You haven’t spent much time around my sons on the ranch, have you? You’ll learn.”





29 comments:

  1. I'm so excited too, Sue! Can't wait to read this.
    I would love to win a signed paperback copy of this. Please enter me in your drawing.

    Love & hugs,
    Sharon
    schofield726@comcast.net

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  2. Sue, while I wouldn't mind a signed copy, I would prefer epub format, simply because I don't have the room now to collect paperbacks. Thanks dear

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  3. I would love to have an ebook copy.

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  4. Would love to have it in mobi for kindle.Thanks
    cvsimpkins@msn.com

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  5. I wish I could go to the Pink Palm! I'd love to read an eBook version!

    brendurbanist at gmail dot com

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  6. Love this series! :) ummm...epub but the paperback is tempting :D

    morris.crissy@gmail.com

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  7. I can't believe that it is ending...love, love love the series. Would love to win a signed paperback.
    Yvette
    yratpatrol@aol.com

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  8. oooooh! Been waiting for this ever since we sat on Shanklin sea front talking about it- and you had about 10K to go to finish it!!!! Can't wait!!!!
    k.c.wells@btinternet.com

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  9. Please include me...

    Christopher Hammel
    christopherinwonderland@yahoo.com

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    1. You got picked by the neon hat. Congratulations. What format would suit you best?

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  10. Ohhh I'd love a pb copy. i love my sony, but there is just something about a 'real' book :-)

    jennysmum2000 at yahoo dot co dot uk

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  11. I am so excited about this book! Please enter me into your drawing. I'd love an e-book copy of this.

    Engineergoddess@gmail.com :)

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  12. Congratulations Sue!

    I would love a pb book is I was so lucky to win!

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  13. Please count me in. I would love an e book version. Mobi.
    I love your writing.

    Tiffany
    bubbliemom@gmail.com

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  14. Congrats on the final book in the trilogy. Would love to win a eBook in mobi. Thanks!

    strive4bst(At) yahoo(Dot) com

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  15. Sounds great! Would love to read it!

    Format: .pdf

    Thanks!

    clmiles111@gmail.com

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  16. Me me me me me me (I could go on for days here) :) E-book plz

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  17. Nice excerpt :) I'd love to win a signed paperback copy please. Thanks!

    penumbrareads(at)gmail(dot)com

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  18. Congrats on your new release...*S* I love the excerpt, and the guys are great. I love the interaction...lol.
    thank you for the giveaway!
    Definitely have this on my list...*S*

    Darcy
    pommawolf @hotmail.com

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  19. Looking forward to the new book but sorry this is the last book in the series.

    E-book please in Mobi format.

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  20. Looking forward to this one for sure! Please count me in for a mobi/prc format for my kindle please...Thank you, chellebee66(at)gmail(dot)com

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  21. OMG!! I AM SO EXCITED!!! lol...
    Thank you so much for the excerpt and thank you for the giveaway!!!
    Uh, i'd love a PDF copy please. xD heh... i hope i'm lucky enough to win~

    Judi
    arella3173_loveless@yahoo(dot)com

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  22. You know me babycakes, I love's me some cowboys. I'm going to throw my hat in the ring.

    Love ya babe.

    Götterdämmerung

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  23. Thanks for the fantastic excerpt and great giveaway. I would dearly love to win a autographed paperback copy please

    My email address is npat78@yahoo.com

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  24. Count me in. I'd like in mobi or pdf.
    Thanks.

    Midia

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      midiamuniz@yahoo.com

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  25. Please count me in! I already own the First two Books and the excerpt sounds just to good.
    Dorome at gmx dot de

    Oh and mobi (kindle) would be perfect

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  26. I just finished the first 2 books in the series and am so excited that there is a third.

    While a signed paperback would be awesome if I win I would need a PDF copy My daughter husband and grandson had to move back in and I have no room for real books right now.

    mlmhmzippy@yahoo.com

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  27. What can I say? I can hardly wait to read this one!

    Kathleen
    kcharles1004 at yahoo dot com

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