Please say hello to Meg Harding and
Checking It Twice
The Carlisles #3
Hi all, and thank you, Sandra, for having me again! I’m sure most, if not all, of you reading this have stood in a line at some point or another and overheard the conversation of the person in front or behind you. Most of the time, we ignore the conversation, but occasionally… occasionally the person reveals they have fantastic taste and you start talking. I met one of my best friends this way, while in line at a concert. The point here is how connections and friendships between strangers can be formed from just one small common interest.
Have you ever wondered if a book character would be compatible with you? If they were real would they definitely be a friend of yours? I know I have. Oftentimes we don’t get all of the little details in books though. No mention of favorite movies or shows, celeb crush or band, etc. Little tiny things that let you know if you could spend a night hanging out with the character.
For this reason, I’ve brought along Dorian and Eric from my latest novel in the Carlisles series, Checking it Twice. They’ve kindly agreed to do a quick game of How Well Do You Know Your Partner, and disclose some of their favorite things to you, the reader, in the process.
* Dorian and Eric are seated across from one another. *
- What was your partner’s favorite childhood cartoon?
Dorian: Something weird and Canadian I’ve probably never heard of.
Eric: It’s actually Scooby Doo, thanks. Dorian’s is Winnie the Pooh, but he tries to lie and say it’s looney toons.
- Favorite candy?
Dorian: Raisinets. I’m not entirely sure how I fell in love with Eric….
Eric: Twizzlers. I’ve seen Dorian devour an entire large bag in one sitting.
- Favorite movie?
Dorian: Hmm. I’m going to say Eric’s is… Pulp Fiction.
Eric: It is. And yours is Dr. Strange, even though it literally just came out.
Dorian: It’s awesome, all right. The best thing ever.
Eric: Before Strange happened, it was Civil War, and before that it was the new Star Wars….
Dorian: I’m a man of many favorites, let me be.
- Favorite superhero?
Dorian: Eric’s all about Captain America. He’s got a thing for blonds.
Eric: Shut up. Dorian’s is Iron Man.
Dorian: I guess that means I have a thing for cocky—
Eric: *covers Dorian’s mouth*
- One more, what’s their favorite alcoholic beverage?
Dorian: So easy. It’s beer, but like, Eric buys the fancy brews. No run of the mill beer for him.
Eric: And Dorian’s is anything that tastes like fruit exploded mixed with rum.
- Thanks for playing guys!
About the book:
Closeted professional hockey player Eric Belanger is falling hard for an out-and-proud male model. He’s unable to resist Dorian’s charm and pushing personal boundaries he never thought he’d cross. But Dorian is the kind of guy who deserves someone who isn’t afraid to be himself. Eric’s fears about what coming out will do to his career clash with the future he hopes to build with Dorian. He knows he’ll eventually have to make a choice.
Dorian Carlisle knows better than to date a man who wants to keep him a secret, but there’s something about Eric he can’t ignore. So he’ll take the risk, and it’ll be all right, because this isn’t a forever romance. He’s happy to live in the moment. But somehow, at some point, feelings sneak up on him and he’s not okay anymore. At a breaking point, Dorian must also make a decision. Their time together will either be the start of something wonderful or nothing more than a happy memory.
Somehow Dorian’s name got tossed into the ring for a winter clothing line spread in some sports magazine, and now he’s on a set in downtown New York City with five big, hulking hockey players. A few of whom are pretty damn hot, and the majority of whom aren’t American. He can admit he’s a sucker for an accent, and it’s a little distracting.
Jackson, his brother, flicks his nose. He stops staring at the tall European guy who’s talking to the tall French Canadian, who has his shirt off and an abdomen that Dorian would pay to be able to lick. He scrunches his face up at his brother, mimicking the judgey look being thrown his way. He can’t believe Jackson took this job. Isn’t it bad enough that he has to work with Denver—his twin—more often than not?
“What was that for?” he asks, gaze already trying to return to the guys. He can’t help it. He’s innately wired to appreciate beautiful things.
“I’m trying to do your makeup, and you’re making it difficult. Stop looking at the toys you can’t touch and look at me.” Jackson grabs his chin and tilts his head just so, wielding eyeliner in his other hand like it’s a weapon.
Dorian pouts, sticking his bottom lip way out. “You don’t know. I could touch them.” In my dreams.
Jackson gives him a stern look, which is ridiculous since he’s a year younger. Dorian should be the one giving the parental stare-downs. “Hands to yourself. Professional athletes are never a good idea. Now open your eyes wide and don’t blink.”
It takes a lot of self-control to not sneak glances at the hockey players while they get dressed and their makeup gets done. And well, he just doesn’t have that control. So he manages a peek or two. The whole process is a lot of clothes coming on and off, muscles flexing, watching stylists run their hands through gorgeous hair. It’s like being in a candy shop and getting told you can’t have anything. So not fair.
Dorian can list on the fingers of one hand the things he knows about sports, and all of it mostly has to do with what the balls look like and the overall purpose of them: score goals. It’s not that he’s not interested—well, okay, he is—but he just doesn’t have the attention span for it. He’s done jobs with plenty of athletes, both male and female, and their sports sound interesting enough when they talk to him about them. It just doesn’t translate to him watching it.
His lack of interest isn’t normally a problem, but athletes are a peculiar lot, and sometimes that makes working with them difficult. They have a hard time understanding the shoot isn’t about them. It’s about the photographer’s vision. The designer’s vision. It’s about serving a purpose. And then there are the times where it’s like they’re speaking a whole other language.
Get the book:
About the author:
Meg Harding is a graduate of UCF and Anglia Ruskin University. For as long as she can remember, writing has always been her passion, but she had an inability to ever actually finish anything. She’s immensely happy that her inability has fled and looks forward to where her mind will take her next. She’s a sucker for happy endings, the beach, and superheroes. In her dream life she owns a wildlife conservation and is surrounded by puppies. She’s a film buff, voracious reader, and a massive geek.
Promotional post. Materials provided by the author.