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Not Just Passing Through
Socially awkward, closeted virgin Avery Malcolm passes his days and nights running his bigoted aunt’s motel in rural New Mexico. He dreams of getting away and hitting the road, but with one friend, a few acquaintances, and no real life to speak of outside his duties as front desk clerk, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get a chance.
Fate sends hot drifter Chase Lancaster to the Red Ram Motel, riding in on his sexy black motorcycle. Within twenty-four hours, Avery’s life is turned upside down. Before long, even though Chase’s sexual interests seem to run exclusively toward women in bars, Avery finds himself falling for the beautiful biker with no permanent address. Chase is much more than his bad boy persona, so while it’s nice to have another friend, Avery doesn’t know how he’ll survive with his heart intact when Chase inevitably moves on.
Hi, I’m Jamie Dean, author of the new novel Not Just Passing Through. Joining me today is the lead character, Avery Malcolm, front desk clerk at the Red Ram Motel in Strider’s Point, New Mexico. Welcome, Mr. Malcolm. Thank you for being here, since I know you aren’t a fan of social situations.
Avery: Please call me Avery. Or Ave. And you’re welcome.
Jamie Dean: Your friend Lana tells me that you’re the go to person when it comes to town gossip, would you say that’s accurate?
Avery: No, I don’t think so.
Jamie Dean: But you do meet most new people before the rest of the town, don’t you?
Avery: Since they usually check into the motel before going for food or anything, I suppose that’s true.
Jamie Dean: And you see them when they’ve just come off the road, tired and perhaps not at their best. So you might learn things about them the casual observer might not get the chance to, don’t you think?
Avery: I suppose.
Jamie Dean: All right, well, what can you tell us about that new biker who’s moved into the motel? Is he single? Is he staying long?
Avery: What? He, um, that is, I don’t really know much about him...
Jamie Dean: Well, can you tell us his name, at least? Was it Chance?
Avery: Uh, Chase. He’s, um, I think he’s staying a couple of weeks. He’s single, but I don’t think he’s looking for anyone serious. He isn’t much on permanence.
Jamie Dean: You don’t think he’d stick around for the right person?
Avery: *sigh* Maybe. I don’t know.
Jamie Dean: Well, if he’s just a womanizer, maybe we should all just write him off. Doesn’t sound like anyone I’d want to get to know.
Avery: No! He’s not like that. He’s… he’s actually really caring. He’s just too scared of losing anyone he cares about, so he tries not to care about anyone. He lost his parents when he was young and I think it still affects him.
Jamie Dean: Hm, sounds like maybe you know him, after all. Maybe someone besides Lana has a crush on our handsome drifter?
Avery: What? No, I don’t—that’s ridiculous! He’s just a friend. I was trying to protect his privacy when you asked about him, so I said I didn’t know him, but he’s my friend. He’s... he’s a good guy. Just don’t anyone out there get your hopes up, if you’re thinking he’s going to stop drifting and settle down and love you. Because it’s not going to happen and you’re just kidding yourself and making yourself miserable in the process. He’s never going to love you back. He can’t. So you need to forget it. Forget him. He can’t... He can’t...
Jamie Dean: Oh, dear! Here, take a tissue. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.
Avery: *hiccups* You want to know about Chase Lancaster? He’s the best person I’ve ever known. He’s loyal and generous and wickedly funny. He’s beautiful enough on the outside to use as a Christmas tree, but his inside is so beautiful it almost hurts to look at. He likes beer and movies and music and his bike and his sister and not a lot else, but what he loves, he loves passionately. He’s smarter than he will ever acknowledge and he can fix anything on his bike, even though he’s never been trained to do it. Chase Lancaster is amazing. And I’m lucky to know him. *stands and starts walking away*
Jamie Dean: Avery, please sit back down. Avery? Mr. Malcolm! I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen, our guest has just walked away. I think he’s got more than a crush. Readers, do you have any advice for him? Any similar stories you’d like to share? Leave a comment or come look me up on Twitter, Tumblr, or Facebook by my handle JamieDeanWrites, or talk to me at my website, jamiedeanwrites.com. Thanks for reading!
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About the author:
Jamie Dean is passionate about food, beer, and hot men wading together through a sea of angst, sarcasm and sexy times.
When he is not reading or writing gay erotic fiction from his front porch swing, he might be painting, playing with his dogs and cats, or cooking experimental meals for (or drinking beer with) Jay, his husband and muse. He loves old cars, science fiction, road trips, and spending time with family and friends.
He came to terms with his sexuality only later in life, so that struggle is a frequent theme in his work. He has since embraced it with pride and considers himself an LGBT* activist, a feminist, and a champion for equal rights.
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