Monday, June 22, 2015

Blogtour: Devil's Food At Dusk by M.J. O'Shea and Anna Martin






TITLE: Devil's Food At Dusk

AUTHORS: M.J. O'Shea and Anna Martin

PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner Press

COVER ARTIST: L.C. Chase

LENGTH: 200 Pages

RELEASE DATE: June 22, 2015

BLURB: Joe Fitzgerald hates New Orleans, but he’s stuck there until he convinces one stubborn local family to sell Lumière, the crumbling French Quarter restaurant they’ve owned for generations. The place is a wreck, and it’s hemorrhaging money. Joe figures he's their best chance for survival.
Remy Babineaux despises Pineapple Joe’s and everything the chain stands for. He refuses to let Lumière become some tacky corporate tourist trap. Theme drinks and plastic beads in his restaurant? Yeah, right. Over his dead, rotting corpse. The last thing Remy wants is a meeting with the restaurant chain’s representative, but his father agreed to at least listen to the proposal. There’s nothing Remy can do about it.
Remy figures an anonymous hookup is exactly what he needs to decompress. When he ends up across the table from his fling the next morning, real sparks fly. Joe refuses to give up his prime location; Remy refuses to give up his legacy. It’s war, and they’re both determined to win at any cost. Neither of them counted on falling in love.





It had been the day from hell. Hell. Picky customers, crowds, hot kitchen kind of hell. Topped off with a health inspection notice. They’d never failed one, not even close. But it still wasn’t the news he wanted to end his day with. Especially knowing what he had coming in the morning. Damn Pineapple Joe’s. Remy would die before he saw his family’s legacy turned into some Mardi Gras playground with cheap plastic beads and busty waitresses in short shorts and themed shirts dancing around on the bar. Remy groaned and bit his lip. Tomorrow. Tomorrow was another day. Right then, he needed drinks and a lot of them.

“Hey, Remy, we’re over here!” Remy saw his two oldest friends in the corner of the dark bar. They had a

beer waiting for him like the amazing friends they were. Remy greeted them with hugs and thumps on the back.

“You guys are fucking awesome. You have no idea how much I needed this after today.”

“Long day?” Bryce rubbed the top of Remy’s head, pulled his hair out of the bun it had been in since that morning.

“Hey,” Remy said with a laugh, batting at Bryce’s hands. They’d met in third grade, when Bryce’s family had moved from up north. Remy was more than thankful that Bryce’s dad had decided to stay. “Don’t mess with the hair. And yes. I was about to kill all our customers.”

“Maybe you should sell out. Take a vacation,” Shawn drawled. Shawn had been around nearly as long as Bryce. He was sarcastic and flirty, and when Remy had come out to the two of them in eighth grade, he’d answered with a casual “sweet, me too.”

Bryce punched Shawn in the arm. “I thought we weren’t talking about that.”

Remy shrugged. “It’s cool. It ain’t gonna happen, so really, doesn’t bother me to talk about it. Not much to say anyway. Gonna send that outsider packing. No offense, B.”

“Fuck, Remy. I moved here when I was eight.”

Remy grinned. “You’re still a Yank. We love you anyway.”

Things got rowdy after a few beers, just like they usually did. Remy felt numb, and he’d definitely done his best to forget about the meeting in the morning. The bar had filled up, locals mixed in with tourists who didn’t want to suffer through any of the tourist trap bars and overpriced cafés right on Bourbon. He was about ready to call it a night and go home to pass out when he saw him.

Damn.

Remy felt the stranger’s presence all the way in the pit of his stomach. The guy wasn’t Remy’s type. Not at all. He was too clean-cut, too preppy. Looked like he’d probably stepped out of a suit before putting on his perfectly pressed designer jeans and that thin, tight T-shirt. But he was sitting at the bar alone, and there was just something about him.

“Aw, dude. Rem’s got his face on. Get it.” Bryce laughed and made a low howling sound.

“Screw you guys.” Bryce wasn’t wrong, though. “I’ll see everyone later.”

“Oh, Jesus,” Shawn muttered. “See ya later.”

Remy made his way through the crowd to the guy at the bar. Best way ever to get the impending morning out of his mind for a few more hours.

“Hey,” he said. He slid onto the empty stool next to mister tall, sandy-haired, and handsome. He was a little slick for Remy’s taste—short hair, perfect shave—but he had the biggest blue eyes Remy had ever seen with long dark blond lashes. Awesome lips too. And dimples.

“Hi.” He turned around. “I didn’t know you were talking to me.”


“You aren’t from around here, are you?” His accent was nondescript. Hard for Remy to place.

“No. Just here for a little while. I like it, though.”

Tourist. Remy had a long and legendary history of showing gorgeous tourists a good time.

“Just to be clear. I am hitting on you. You okay with that?” They weren’t in a gay bar, but Remy thought he was right about certain things.

The pretty stranger grinned. “Yeah. Very okay with that. I’m Joe.”

“Remy.” Instead of shaking his hand, he pulled a trick from the Southern gentleman’s handbook and brushed his lips over Joe’s knuckles.

“I like that. Remy. It’s unique.”

“So how hard am I going to have to work here?” Remy said. He was a little too drunk for finesse.

“Not very.” Joe grinned. He leaned forward and nipped at Remy’s bottom lip. Good. Easy and hot. That’s exactly what he needed.

“How close is your place?” he asked. He wasn’t bringing a one-night stand home to his family. He never had, and he wasn’t planning to start anytime soon.

“Two blocks? Not far.” Joe shrugged. His shoulders were broad under his thin T-shirt. Remy was looking forward to seeing them without it. Maybe taking a bite or two.

“Good.”







I’m Mj O’Shea :) I grew up, and still live, in sunny Washington state and while I love to visit other places, I can’t imagine calling anywhere else home.

I spent my childhood writing stories. Sometime in my early teens, the stories turned to romance. Most of those were about me, my friends, and our favorite movie and pop stars. Hopefully, I’ve come a long way since then.

When I’m not writing, I love to play the piano, dance, cook, paint pictures, and of course read! I like sparkly girly girl things, own at least twenty different colored headbands, and I have two little dogs who sit with me when I write. Sometimes they comes up with ideas for me too…when they’re not busy napping.








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Anna Martin is from a picturesque seaside village in the south west of England. After spending most of her childhood making up stories, she studied English Literature at university before attempting to turn her hand as a professional writer.

Apart from being physically dependent on her laptop, she is enthusiastic about writing and producing local grassroots theatre (especially at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, where she can be found every summer), travelling, learning to play the ukulele, and Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk.

Although her most recent work is in the LGBT romance genre, in the past Anna has worked on a variety of different projects including short stories, drabbles, flash fiction, fan fiction, plays for both children and adults, and poetry. She has written novels in the Teen or Young Adult genre, Romance and Fantasy novels.

Anna is, by her own admission, almost unhealthily obsessed with books. The library she has amassed is both large and diverse; "My favourite books," she says, "are 'The Moonstone' by Wilkie Collins, 'To Kill a Mockingbird' by Harper Lee and 'Oryx and Crake' by Margaret Atwood." She also owns multiple copies of Michael Crichton's Jurassic Park books and re-reads the Harry Potter novels with almost startling regularity.





Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/annamartinficti/




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6 comments:

  1. I've always loved visiting the science museum to see the various gemstones and to learn how they were formed and about their characteristics (what colors exist, the varying hardness of each, locations). So even though I'm not fond of wearing jewelry, it'd be pretty neat to have a particularly rare gemstone to admire. :)

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  2. I would love to own a Faberge egg just because I think they are so beautiful.

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  3. Congrats on the new book release! The cover art is gorgeous. I don't know what item I would want to keep...I don't really hold much stock in material items except for books.

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  4. Material items don't hold a lot of interest for me. I am sentimental, though, so anything my kids make me are quite special. More than possessions, I would just love to be able to travel anywhere anytime.

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  5. Hmmm--if my life wasn't so hectic with my 3 kids, possibly another child?? Thanks for the chance!

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  6. Congratulations on the new book! A precious item I'd like to have...I would love to have another child.

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