Thursday, June 8, 2017

Author Of The Month - Riley Hart - Week Two




Welcome to our second week of celebrations for the amazing 






In today's post, we're going to take a look at the Crossroads series, plus five little-known facts about Riley. All the way at the bottom, there is another chance to win one of her books.


First up, Crossroads



Blurb:

After divorcing the woman he’d been with since he was seventeen, Nick Fuller is starting over. He owns the restaurant of his dreams and he’s determined to meet new people, find new passions, and experience life to its fullest. Easier said than done—that is until he meets his new neighbor, Bryce Tanner…

Bryce is all about a good time. He plans to show Nick how it’s done, help him meet a few women, and enjoy the gift of the single life he’s been given. But things don’t go as planned, and soon they realize they’d rather be together than with anyone else.

Neither man has ever wanted another guy, but there’s a connection between them from the start—a spark they can’t deny. They find themselves navigating an unfamiliar new world and dealing with unforeseen obstacles. Physical desire isn’t enough, and now Nick and Bryce are at a crossroads. They have to decide which way to go: the easy path they’ve always followed, or the one that's determined to trip them up at every turn.



Excerpt:


Bryce wasn’t sure how he felt about anything right now. No, that wasn’t true. He knew how he felt about Nick; but then there was that voice in his head telling him there was no fucking way this could work. Not when Nick’s mom would never accept him and Bryce’s own family couldn’t trust him.
Even knowing all that…he hadn’t been ready to walk away. Fuck that. Bryce didn’t want to throw in the towel. He only thought they needed a night to clear their heads, but it seemed pretty fucking easy for Nick to walk away.
The pictures on the walls rattled when Bryce slammed his door. He went to the kitchen and drained a bottle of beer before going straight into the bathroom.
He turned on the shower, stripped out of his clothes and got in.
Bryce washed his body, as though cleaning the day off his skin would mean it didn’t happen. Soap ran down his back, down the crack of his ass, as he washed every inch of himself.
Hot water pelted his skin. There was a knot in his gut, an ache in his chest. With his hands flat against the wall, Bryce leaned forward, letting the stinging hot water run over his head and down his body.
A hundred different reasons as to why this couldn’t work spun around inside his head—they’d both considered themselves straight before this, their families, turning their whole worlds upside down for each other, and yeah, even the sex. Nick got him harder than anyone ever had, yet every time they were together, Bryce thought about the fact that Nick had yet to fuck him. He knew it would happen eventually, but couldn’t one fucking thing just be easy between them?
Even if it couldn’t, it didn’t change a damn thing. He didn’t want to fucking walk away, didn’t want to lose Nick. He’d do anything to keep him.
Bryce didn’t turn when he heard a noise behind him. He didn’t turn when he felt strong arms wrap around him from behind, a body flush against his back. He kept his hands against the wall, but pulled his head out from under the spray. “What took you so long?”
“It’s been fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes too long.”
Nick squeezed him tighter. He dropped his head back on Nick’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” Nick said softly.
“I’m sorry, too. I feel like we’re on this fucking rollercoaster. We keep going over the same loops, the same dips, over and over.”
“The same highs, too.” Nick leaned in, his mouth right next to Bryce’s ear. “I’m not getting off the ride without you.”
Bryce moaned in response. “That right there. That’s what I want to hear.”



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Second in the series, Shifting Gears 



Blurb:

Rod Nelson is used to being someone’s good time, and that’s fine with him. Spending his days at his adult toy store, Rods-N-Ends, he never knows who he’ll meet. The second Landon Harrison walks in, he has Rod’s full attention. It seems as if Landon wants him too, so why won't the man jump in the sack with him already?
Landon never thought he’d return home to the town where memories lurk around every corner. He has to admit, Rod makes the adjustment a lot easier. He keeps Landon laughing. Despite the fierce attraction between them, he’s not willing to risk his newfound friendship to get laid.

Neither man wants something serious, but the more they're together, the harder it is to keep their hands to themselves, until eventually they stop trying.

But flings between friends are never simple, and as they attempt to shift gears, diving into their first relationship, they’re slammed with setbacks. If they want to truly move forward, before they hit the open road together, they’re going to have to let go of a past that could make them crash and burn.


Excerpt:

“I need to throw in a load of laundry. Do you want me to wash anything for you?” Rod asked when they got home late that night. He’d forgotten to wash any of his work clothes before they left earlier today.
Landon came around the corner to their room—shit, Rod’s room and replied, “Yeah, I’ll gather up a few things. Colors or whites?”
“Does it matter?”
“What?” Landon’s dark eyes held a spark of surprise. “Yes, it matters. You wash your colors with your whites?”
“Doesn’t everyone?” His father had never taught him to separate his laundry before doing it. He’d heard people talk about it, but thought it was one of those things people spoke about but didn’t really happen.
“You’re crazy. Sit down on the bed. I’ll take care of the laundry.”
Rod sat and Landon went to the pile of clothes in the corner of the room. He began making different stacks, splitting the piles between dark colors, whites, and light colors. “How old were you when you lost your mom?” Landon didn’t look at him, just continued to toss clothes into different piles.
Ah hell. Were they really going to do this? He preferred staying in the present. The past wasn’t his favorite place to be. “Eight. Nick and Bryce are great, aren’t they?”
Landon glanced at him then and frowned. “They are. Not sure how we got from your mom to Nick and Bryce.”
“How did we get from laundry to my mom?” Rod countered, and Landon sighed. He was upsetting Landon, he realized that, but he wasn’t sure he could do anything about it right now.
Landon began working with the clothes again. They were washing their clothes together—Landon’s mixed with Rod’s. He wasn’t sure why that hit him like a ton of bricks all of a sudden, but it did.
“Let me in, Rod. We’re friends first and foremost. But we’re also lovers. I spend ninety percent of my time with you, my nights in your bed. This is new for me too, but I’m here, I’m trying. I’m not running or hiding. Let me in.”



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Third in the series, Test Drive 


Blurb:

A double shot of devastating news turns Justin Evanson’s life upside down. When he learns his father has cancer, and he has siblings he never knew existed, he leaves everything behind and moves to Virginia to support his dad as he tries to make amends with his family—a family Justin’s not sure he has a place in. Things go from bad to worse when he discovers his recent hookup is his newfound sister’s brother-in-law.

Drew Sinclair never expected to see Justin after their night at the club or to discover their family connection. If anyone found out, it would give Drew’s brother another reason to hate him. But there’s something about Justin that draws him in, and it’s not only because they burn up the sheets together.

One meeting leads to another, and before Justin realizes it, Drew has become the only thing in his world he feels is his. And for the first time in his life, Drew knows what it means to be needed. Being there for Justin and supporting him when things spiral out of control feels right. But with so much happening so quickly, it’s hard to trust their feelings. Is this thing between them real? Or just a test drive before life forces them down two separate roads?


Excerpt:



Justin cocked his head slightly and looked at him. Drew could see his chest rise and fall with each heavy breath he took. He didn’t know what in the hell the man was thinking, what he saw as he studied Drew so intensely, but something was there, in his wide, dark eyes. Worry, or confusion, or sadness or desire. Maybe a mixture of all of them. Drew was pretty sure a cocktail of the same things swished around inside of him.
And then Justin stepped forward—took one step, then another and another, closing the space between them. He didn’t stop until only inches parted them. Drew could feel Justin’s breath. He smelled like fresh rain and Drew wanted to inhale him deeper.
He placed a hand on Justin’s hip, pulled him even closer.
He brushed his thumb over Justin’s hipbone. His skin had warmed up. It was slightly wet from the rain but he felt good, too fucking good. They were playing with fire. He already felt the singe, but damned if he didn’t want the spark to ignite brighter, if he didn’t want to go up in flames with this man.




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And at slot 3.5, Jumpstart 



Blurb:

Motocross star, Beckett Monroe, is in need of some serious R&R. Not only to adjust to his new out-of-the-closet status, but in hopes of reigniting his passion for motocross. To his surprise, support shows up in the way of Christian Foster, his childhood best friend and first love. Spending time with Christian is the jumpstart Beck’s heart needs. But even if Christian can forgive Beckett for hurting him years ago, do they stand a chance against all the obstacles in their path?









Excerpt:

He let out an amused chuckle.
“What?” Christian asked as they pulled into the driveway of the cabin.
“Just thinking about all the trouble we used to get into. About how many times we heard our names getting yelled by someone frustrated with whatever antics we’d gotten up to that time.”
“Oh God. Don’t remind me. You were such a bad influence on me.”
Beckett cocked a brow at him. “I’m pretty sure you have that the wrong way.” But really, he just thought trouble came looking for them when they were together. He couldn’t let Christian blame it on him without blaming it on Christian, though.
“I think you might have hit your head a few too many times during crashes.” Christian stepped out of the car, then opened the back door. “I was a good boy. You were always the one saying, ‘Let’s take the bikes on this path, Chris. Who cares if it’s private property? No one will catch us. Let’s try this jump, Chris. Oh, we can steal some beers and drink them in that abandoned house, Chris.’ I just went along for the ride.” He grabbed his bag and grinned at Beckett. Christ, this felt good.
“You have selective memory, but I’ll let it slide for now. It’s the least I can do after you came all this way.” Once he was out of the car, they went for the steps that led onto the small front porch of the cabin. “Are you hungry?”
“No. I could use a drink though.”
“Beer?” he asked as he unlocked the door.
“Perfect.”
They made their way inside. “I’m staying in the room at the end of the hall. You can put your bag in the first room on the left and change or whatever. We can head to the back deck, watch some TV inside, or if you just want to take your drink and go to bed, I understand. You had a long day of traveling.”
To Virginia to see him. He still couldn’t believe that Christian was here with him now.
“Some fresh air sounds good,” Christian replied, and then they stood there looking at each other without moving. His eyes looked bluer than Beckett remembered. They were like the ocean in a painting—bright and magical.
He had a small mole next to his eye. A fading scar on his chin from when he went off his bicycle on a ramp and hit the concrete. Memory after memory slammed into him, washed over him like waves in the same ocean he was just thinking matched Christian’s eyes. Christian represented a part of him that was real and honest in ways Beckett never let himself be. Even when he’d meet a man on an app or at a club it wasn’t honest. They didn’t know each other or care about each other or keep each other’s secrets. They hadn’t laughed together or gotten scared together or even held each other while they cried.
That was only Christian.
Christian who broke their silence with, “Well, this is awkward. I think we just had a moment there. It’s a little too soon for that. I’ll put my bags away and be right back.”
Damned if a warmth didn’t spread through his chest and a smile tug at his lips, and if all those questions about his career and what would happen and where his passion was going didn’t bury themselves a little deeper. Christian had always been good at making him forget things.
“I’ll get the beer.”
“You do that.”




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Five little-known facts about Riley Hart:

  1. I don’t eat bread. Not because of gluten or anything. It’s texture. The texture grosses me out.

  2. I lived in six different states from birth to eighteen, and I didn’t have military parents either.

  3. I have a weird thing with sauces, creams and things like that. I don’t like ketchup, mayo, mustard, sour cream, cream cheese, tarter sauce…and the list goes on. Lol.

  4. I didn’t get my first tattoo until I was 33. I’m 37 now and have eight.

  5. I’m scared to death of bees.




More about Riley:

Riley Hart is the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. She's a hopeless romantic. A lover of sexy stories, passionate men, and writing about all the trouble they can get into together. If she's not writing, you'll probably find her reading.

Riley lives in California with her awesome family, who she is thankful for everyday.






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Thanks for celebrating this fabulous author with us. Come back next week for more of Riley's books, a personal story she's chosen to share, and another chance to win.

Until then, happy reading!











4 comments:

  1. Thanks for the post. I love reading series. I am terrified of bees too.

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  2. I really want to read this series now!

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  3. I really want to read this series now!

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  4. I quite new to Riley's work so it's great to see her here as AOTM

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