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BLOG TOUR and GIVEAWAY: Beneath the Stain by Amy Lane

Beneath The Stain
by Amy Lane
 
Blurb: 

In a town as small as Tyson, CA, everybody knew the four brothers with the four different fathers– and their penchant for making good music when they weren’t getting into trouble. For Mackey Sanders, playing in Outbreak Monkey with his brothers and their friends—especially Grant Adams–made Tyson bearable. But Grant has plans for getting Mackey and the Sanders boys out of Tyson, even if that means staying behind.

Between the heartbreak of leaving Grant and the terrifying, glamorous life of rock stardom, Mackey is adrift and sinking fast. When he’s hit rock bottom, Trav Ford shows up, courtesy of their record company and a producer who wants to see what Mackey can do if he doesn’t flame out first. But cleaning up his act means coming clean about Grant, and that’s not easy to do or say. Mackey might make it with Trav’s help–but Trav’s not sure he’s going to survive falling in love with Mackey.

Mackey James Sanders comes with a whole lot of messy, painful baggage, and law-and-order Trav doesn’t do messy or painful. And just when Trav thinks they may have mastered every demon in Mackey’s past, the biggest, baddest demon of all comes knocking.

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Release Date:
August 29, 2014
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Excerpt

 

You Can’t Always Get What
You Want
… from the Mighty Hunter Gazette— April
20
And special news, our very own
homegrown band, Outbreak Monkey, will be performing a six- song set between D.J. Boomer’s dance
music at the Graham Winters High School prom. The band, headed by McKay
“Mackey” Sanders on lead vocals, Jeff Sanders on bass and their brother
Kell Sanders on lead guitar, also features Grant Adams on second lead and
Stevie Harris on drum set. All members are Graham Winters High School students
and we are proud to have them play!
THE FIRST time
McKay Sanders kissed his brother’s best friend, Grant, they were getting
high in a burned-out car in the field behind Mackey’s apartment
building. Kellogg, who looked old enough to buy even though he’d just
turned eighteen, had spent ten dollars the brothers didn’t have on cheap
Muscat. By the time Grant—whose father had money—brought out the pot, Kellogg,
Jefferson, and Stevie were passed out on the old camp blanket Stevie had
brought from his dad’s garage.
It was a celebration, of
sorts, for landing the prom gig.
The older kids had hogged
all the Muscat, though, and Mackey felt left out. Kellogg kept saying it wasn’t right to get his little brother drunk, and Mackey kept saying it wasn’t right to drink in front of him, but by the time Kellogg was too drunk to
argue, there wasn’t any wine left.
Jefferson and Stevie had
finished off the other bottle all by themselves—just sitting quietly, not
making any waves like they usually did, passing the bottle between them.
“Boy, you two argue a
lot,” Grant said after Kell let out a gut-buster of a yawn and fell asleep
quick as a baby.
Mackey grunted and
prodded at his older brother with his toe. The three brothers present looked
nothing alike. Kell was built like a tank, with rounded shoulders, a brown-eyed
glare, and plain brown hair that he buzz- cut short to his scalp. He was like
born practicality, which was why hoarding the wine rankled Mackey so badly. An
expenditure like that wasn’t going to happen again.
“He gets mad,” Mackey
said, letting out a sigh. He slouched back inside the shelter of the car,
peering through the doorframe at the iron gray sky. “He’s the one who
takes care of us, you know? But not in the band.”
It was true.
Kell could play guitar
ably enough, but Mackey….
“You can play
everything,” Grant said with admiration. “You’re the one who puts the
songs together, figures out who should be playing what. And the shit you
write on your own….”
Mackey smiled at him a
little shyly. Grant had the most interesting face, with a long, straight nose,
full pink lips, and almond-shaped hazel eyes. When Grant looked at him with
admiration, it stopped his breath and pulled rubber bands in his stomach.
“I just….” He stopped because Grant was reaching into his pocket, and he
pulled out a baggie full of weed and papers. “Ooh….”
Grant looked down at the
other three, who were sleeping soundly in the late afternoon chill. “I was
gonna share,” he said mischievously, “but Kell was a dick about the wine, so I
thought you and me?” Mackey nodded, captivated by the thrill of the
forbidden—and by the way that cherry-ripe mouth pulled up at the corners when
Grant smiled.
“I’ve never, uhm….”
Grant shrugged. “Me and
Kell do sometimes. But, you know, Kell’s usually a good guy.”
Mackey reflected on his
sleeping brother. Kell was a good guy. For example, Mackey had a confused memory of their
youngest brother Cheever’s dad, the one dad they thought would stick
around beyond giving the baby a first name. Cheever’s dad hadn’t been very
patient, and he’d hated Mackey. Well, Mackey was sort of a smartass. He’d probably had that fist coming. But that hadn’t stopped Kell from stepping up and hitting Enos Cheever right back.
Mackey and Kell had both needed stitches after that, but their mom had kicked
Enos Cheever out—child support or no child support. That was okay. Kell and
Jeff had been almost old enough to work by then. They’d only needed
assistance for a couple of months.
“He doesn’t like it that
I can boss him around,” Mackey said glumly. “He… he’s the leader, right?
But… but I hear the music, and it just makes sense, you know? And… and
you can’t do it wrong just ’cause it’ll hurt Kell’s feelings. It’s augh!” He was waving his hands
around, trying to find words, which was funny, because Mackey actually wrote songs. He
closed his eyes, ignoring Grant rolling a number, and tried to make a song out
of it.
“He wants to keep me
happy and he wants to keep me fed, he makes sure that I’ve got
blankets and a place to sleep in a bed, but the music in my heart is like a
freight train. It goes and it goes and when I stop it, it’s like pain, but my
brother doesn’t see it doesn’t hear it doesn’t feel it, and all there is to do is shove him out of the way. Don’t want to hit my brother with the
freight train.”
Mackey’s eyes smarted,
because the friction with Kell hurt. They were tight. They had to be tight, because
Tyson, California, had a population of ten thousand, and it was a small enough
town that the woman with the four sons and four fathers was sort of famous.
They had to have each other’s backs or Cheever wouldn’t have survived kindergarten.
Mackey blinked and took a
deep breath, then coughed.
Damn, pot was strong.
He gazed at Grant, who
was staring back in awe over the glowing ember of the joint. Grant held the
smoke for a minute and exhaled,shaking his head. “God, it’s gorgeous when you
do that,” he said, his voice choked.
“Do what?” Mackey asked,
not able to stop staring at him.
“Pull music out of the
air,” Grant said, the dreamy smile on his full lips maybe a side effect of
the pot, but maybe not. Grant was sitting in the back of the car, his feet
at the foot of the blanket the others were sleeping on. He passed Mackey the doobie
around the doorframe, and Mackey regarded the joint with a little bit of fear.
“Just inhale?” he asked
nervously, and Grant grinned.
“Never done this before?”
he confirmed, taking the doobie back.
Mackey shook his head,
knowing his face was flushing in spite of the iron mountain chill.
“Here,” Grant murmured,
taking another hit. He stood up, still holding the smoke in his lungs, and
knelt in front of Mackey, so close their lips almost brushed. Mackey’s
mouth fell open, because, holy God, Grant was right there, and
Mackey had been trying not to look at him like he had wanted him right there since
he was twelve years old.
Grant took his open mouth
for invitation and exhaled, right between Mackey’s parted lips.
Mackey’s inhale was so
gentle, the smoke hardly tickled. He didn’t choke or cough like he’d seen other
people do, just breathed in subtle-like, afraid to startle Grant or make
him move in any way. His exhale was even quieter, letting the smoke trickle out
through his lips and his nose, where it stung.
He swallowed, his mouth
dry from the smoke and from the way Grant was staring at him, seemingly as
mesmerized as he was by those golden eyes and moist red mouth. “How’s
Sam?” he asked, because Samantha Peters had been Grant’s shadow for the
past year.
“Not here,” Grant
whispered, and the movement made their lips touch.
Mackey closed his eyes,
because Grant started this, and Mackey was fourteen to his seventeen. Grant
would know what to do.
Grant’s lips on his were
whisper-soft, then angel-soft, then Grant’s tongue swept into
his mouth, acrid with the bitter taste of weed, but something in it was sweet.
Something in it made Mackey open his mouth to beg for more.
Grant took advantage,
pushing him back against the seat, taking his mouth more, and more and more,
until Mackey was pressed against the burned-out seat frame, his hands
buried in the thick top strip of Grant’s hair, his lips being bruised and his
mouth plundered by his brother’s best friend.
The smell of pot smoke
sharpened, turned plastic, and Grant jerked his head back.
“Shit,” he muttered. The
joint had fallen onto the blanket at their feet, and he spent a moment stomping
it out as it smoldered. When he’d killed the ember, he glanced at Mackey
sheepishly.
“Got lost in your eyes,”
he said, and Mackey watched curiously as two red crescents surfaced on his
sharp cheekbones, like disappearing ink coming to life.
“I could get lost in you
a lot,” Mackey confessed, feeling brave and bold, and Grant found
something to look at far away.
“Mackey, maybe don’t
count on me like that, okay?”
Mackey had to search far
away too. Well, of course, right? Two guys get high and they do something
crazy—didn’t mean shit, did it.
Didn’t mean a goddamned
thing. “Yeah, well. You know. Strong weed, right?”
“Yeah,” Grant murmured.
“Strong.” His hand was firm on Mackey’s shoulder then, and Mackey closed his
eyes as he felt the rasp of Grant’s chilled palm against his cheek. “Stronger’n
shame.”
Mackey had to. Had to see
his face.
Grant was blinking hard, and
they both knew he’d deny it, but one hit of pot didn’t give you eyeballs that
red.
At their feet, Kell gave
a moan and rolled over, and that was the cue for everyone to wake up. They were
headachy and sick, and it was lucky Grant had brought a six-pack of water, of
all things, so they could at least rinse out their mouths after they puked.
Grant had driven them out
to the vacant field in his mom’s minivan, and later that evening, he
stopped and let them run inside the grocery store to buy noodles and spaghetti
sauce for dinner. They’d promised their mom they’d take care of groceries if
she let them get away with not watching Cheever for the afternoon. When they
got to the Sanders boys’ apartment complex, Grant and Kell were giving
each other shit in the front seat. Mackey stared out the window and let their
banter wash over him, just like he ignored Jefferson and Stevie talking in
quiet undertones about comic books and naked girl pictures. Jeff and Kell had
best friends. Mackey had brothers—six of them, if he counted Cheever’s
little friend Kevin, which he did.
“So, is Sam excited you
get to play at the prom?” Kell asked, laughing.
“Yeah,” Grant said. For a
moment, he caught Mackey’s gaze in the rearview, and then he glanced back
toward the road. “She wants to dress pretty and dance with me in a suit.”
Mackey didn’t make a
noise or anything, but suddenly he knew, knew like it had been branded on his skin, that Grant didn’t want to dance with a girl in a dress. And that it
would hurt worse than orange juice on chapped lips, but Mackey was going to
have to watch him do it.

 

 

 

About The Author 

 


Amy Lane has four children, two cats, a love starved Chi-who-what, a crumbling mortgage and an indulgent spouse. She also has too damned much yarn, a penchant for action adventure movies, and a need to know that somewhere in all the pain is a story of Wuv, Twu Wuv, which she continues to believe in to this day! She writes fantasy, urban fantasy, and m/m romance–and if you give her enough diet coke and chocolate, she’ll bore you to tears with why those three genres go together. She’ll also tell you that sacrifices, large and small, are worth the urge to write. 

 

 

 

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Excerpt and Giveaway! Alter Ego by Meredith Russell

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Alter Ego

Meredith Russell

Book 1 in the Knowles Brook Series

Jay James is the confident, outgoing, flirtatious, lead guitarist of a 70s tribute band. But appearances can be deceiving. Jay James isn’t real. ‘Jay’ was born out of necessity and a way for James Hall to deal with life at home after coming out. James is shy and awkward, and can’t escape the shadow of his strained relationship with his mother. As ‘Jay’, James feels indestructible, like nothing can touch him, and he can have any man he wants. But is that really enough?

Danny Ashton is stuck, or at least that’s how he feels sometimes. Five years ago, he dropped out of university to look after his sick mother. He was never prepared for the hand he was dealt—a house to run, bills to pay, and a teenage brother to support.

Together, Danny and James realise ignoring their problems will solve nothing, and if they are to stand any chance of happiness and living as the men they want to be, then they need to move forward. Can the two men face their demons? Or will they end up pushing one another away?

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“What’s wrong?” Sam might be sixteen but he wasn’t stupid. He knew Danny wasn’t saying something. “What did he want?”

“He’s cutting back my hours.”

Sam twisted his hands together in his lap. “I’m sixteen now. I could get a job. Weekends maybe at a supermarket. I could get the bus.”

Danny smiled. He appreciated the offer, but Sam needed to focus on school. “We’ll be fine.” He closed his eyes and rubbed a soothing line over his forehead. He doubted he sounded convincing.

“Can you get any extra shifts at the Spread?” Sam asked.

Unable to find full-time work, Danny split his time working behind the bar in the Spread Eagle pub a handful of shifts during the week and the Knowles Brook village social club at the weekend. “I doubt it.” He opened his eyes and looked at his brother. How had they gotten to this?

“What about that advert from last week? You applied, right?”

Danny nodded. Sure he’d applied. He’d applied to plenty of jobs. He had filled out form after form and written dozens of letters for anything that might lead to employment more permanent than him just muddling through, part-time job to part-time job, like he’d been doing for almost five years now. Everywhere wanted experience. How was he supposed to get experience if no one would take him on? He just wanted to be able to look at Sam and feel he deserved the respect his little brother held for him. He didn’t feel like the hero he knew Sam painted him out to be.

“Closing date’s tomorrow.” Maybe it was adventurous to apply for a managerial role, but they couldn’t live hand to mouth forever. He had no savings, not anymore, and despite Sam’s continual offer of anything he had saved, Danny wouldn’t take it. That money was for Sam, for his future, for getting out of this village and this house.

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