Thursday, February 2, 2017

Author of the Month - Lane Hayes - Week One

Welcome to our first week of celebrating the amazing 

In our first post, we'll take a look at the books in the Right And Wrong series, plus Lane's favorite things. All the way at the bottom is also a chance to win one of Lane's books.

First up, The Right Words


Escaping an abusive relationship left Luke Preston anxious and spouting panic-induced poetry. Desperate for a fresh start, Luke accepts a job remodeling a tired old beach house for a professional soccer player and his model girlfriend. While his passion is literature, not sports, focusing on the renovations eases his anxiety. Until the job he signed up for turns out to be more complicated than advertised.

Sidelined with a serious injury, soccer star Michael Martinez decides his beach house is the perfect place to recuperate. Remodeling might be the diversion he needs to keep his mind off his busted knee. Falling for the pretty designer with some quirky habits wasn’t on the drawing board. Unfortunately, Luke didn’t build a big enough closet for Michael to hide in. Having a star-powered sports career used to be all Michael lived for, but he’ll have to reevaluate his plans and find the right words if he wants to build more than a beach house with Luke.


I held his gaze in silence and allowed myself to bask in the peaceful moment.

“I think it’s awesome you have something that gives you strength. And pardon me for saying so, but… it’s really fucking sexy that it’s bookish. Maybe a pair of librarian glas—”

“Shut up.” I felt an insta-blush at his suggestive words and was glad twilight had taken over.

Michael chuckled beside me. Not so long ago, I would have been sure he was laughing at me. My experience with jocks was limited to thuggish high school idiots who I carefully kept at a distance. They intimidated me with their size and musculature. I tried to intimidate with my brain. It didn’t always keep me from getting teased but certainly solidified the divide between us.

Michael wasn’t like those boys. I sensed an innate kindness in him, evident in his willingness to hold my hand while I shared my own war story with my ex. Instead of pissing me off, the mention of me wearing sexy librarian glasses went straight to my groin. I stood up and tried to clandestinely adjust my half-hard cock as I walked toward the edge of the terrace.

I heard the scratch of his crutches behind me and turned to find him standing a couple feet away.

“You know I was teasing, right?” His voice sounded deep and impossibly sexy. “I like you, Luke. I like that you’re different. You’re extraordinary.” He smiled softly and reached out to brush a stray hair away from my eyes. I was bewitched and in danger of being swept away by the moment. He was too charming for my good.

“You don’t know me. Not really. So please don’t be offended if I don’t—”

“Fine. Don’t believe me. But you’re a fighter. I can tell. And I see this colorful, rainbow aura around you I think is… sexy as hell.”

“Thank God! I was sure my rainbow glitter bag had a hole in it, and I’ve been desperately trying to gather the bit—”

“Stop it. Take the compliment. You’re going to have to work on believing the good things too, you know.”

I chuckled. He was right. “Thank you. I can tell I’m getting better, but I’m a work in progress.”

“Aren’t we all?”

We stood in the dusky evening staring at each other for a long moment. I licked my bottom lip and had moved to step aside when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

“Come here.”

I swallowed hard. “Why?”

He didn’t answer right away, but when he did, he pitched his voice low in an exaggerated whisper. “You have something in your hair. Let me get it.”

I knew he was up to something but I played along. “What is it?”

Michael set his forefinger on his lips, then reached out to caress my ear before running a lazy hand through my hair.

“Glitter. And there’s a lot of it. Red, purple, orange, gr—”

I giggled and swatted at his hand. He didn’t back away. Instead he gently moved his hand to my neck and pulled me forward so that our lips were inches apart.

“Can I kiss you?”

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Second in the series, The Wrong Man


Successful owner of an upscale boutique in fabulous West Hollywood, Brandon Good swears by his personal edict to “live in the present.” After a bad breakup, he agrees to dog-sit to keep his mind off his ex. Never did he expect the dog to belong to a man from his past, the only man to ever truly break his heart.

When Jake Westley relocates to join the WeHo fire department, the last thing he anticipates is reuniting with his secret high school love. Thrilled with the prospect of reconnecting with Bran, Jake feels no guilt in using his charming old dog as an unwitting matchmaker. As he and Bran rekindle their friendship, it becomes clear the intense attraction they once felt is stronger than ever. But as hard as they try to leave the past behind, painful memories resurface. Bran will have to confront his fears and consider the possibility that the man he swore was absolutely the wrong one might be perfect after all.


Again, I questioned my sanity. Something was odd in my world for sure. My heart was beating double time when he finally turned onto my street. A quick escape was my best bet. I had my fingers wrapped around the car door handle and was ready to rip my other hand from his grasp when he slowed down. He must have sensed my intent to bolt, because he held on to me until I was forced to give him a “what the fuck?” look.

“Let me walk you to your door.”

“Jake, let’s not do this. Please. I really don’t want this evening to get any weirder than it already has been. Thank you for tonight. For dinner and pretending to—”

“Hey, nothing is weird here. It’s dark, and I’m walking you to your door—”

“I’m a big boy. I’ve got this.” I detached my hand from his grip and opened the door.

“Thanks again.”

When I reached the sidewalk, he was waiting for me. The man obviously was hard of hearing.

“You are stubborn.” I gave him my best evil eye before I trudged up the path ahead of him.
“Me? You’re the difficult one. I’m trying to be nice—”

“You don’t have to prove you’re nice to me. I get it. That doesn’t mean—suit yourself.”

“Humor me.”

I fished my key from my pocket as I approached the well-lit front porch.

“Here I am, safe and sound. No need for worry,” I said flippantly as I turned to Jake.

“You ca—”

I swallowed my words. He was closer than I expected. Much closer. I felt the warmth from his body but wasn’t prepared for the hunger I saw in his eyes. I licked my bottom lip nervously. I knew what was going to happen, and though I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, I wasn’t going to stop him. He bent slightly and brushed his nose against mine. I felt his breath on my lips as I waited for him to close the distance between us. Neither of us moved. He smelled delicious, that intoxicating combination of soap and a hint of musky cologne I’d noticed the morning he hugged me in my kitchen. I could have happily buried my nose in his shirt or in the curve where his neck met his shoulders. I closed my eyes and leaned in the tiniest bit closer, expecting him to take over. He still didn’t move.    

                     “Aren’t you going to ki—”

And then he pounced. He crashed his mouth over mine and snaked his arms around my waist, fusing our bodies together. His hands traveled up and down my back while he licked a sensual line across the seam of my lips, requesting entry. I heard myself moan as his tongue danced and collided with mine in a lustful assault. I arched into him instinctively. Jake lowered his hands to my ass, drawing me in tightly as he thrust his hips forward. The friction was hot, and his demanding kisses had my head reeling. This was nothing like our frantic make-out sessions years ago.

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And third in the series, so far, The Right Time


Workaholic Nate Erickson is a successful real estate developer who thrives on long hours and stress. When a Los Angeles project prompts him to relocate to Santa Monica, he welcomes the change of scenery. Nate has always considered romantic entanglements trouble, but his sexy next-door neighbor isn’t easy to ignore. Which makes no sense, because Nate is straight… or so he’s always thought.

Alex Reyes is a retired professional soccer player turned West Hollywood business owner with an insatiable lust for life. He loves his family, friends, and work. But there’s one life challenge left to accomplish: coming out publicly. Respect for traditional Latino values has kept him in the closet, but Alex begins to think he and his new neighbor might help one another combat their fears. As Alex and Nate forge a strong friendship, they soon realize facing their personal demons will take more courage than either man bargained. The reward is immeasurable… if the timing is right.

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THE RIDE home was quiet. I tried to start light conversation a couple of times, but my usually loquacious companion wasn’t interested. He kept his attention fixed on his phone or out the window. I let it go, but I hated his silence. It just wasn’t Alex. The absence of speech felt hollow and lifeless.

On the elevator ride to the ninth floor, I was hit with the memory of the first time we’d met. I’d been so annoyed at his careless chatter as though his happiness was an invasion of my privacy. A few weeks later, I was desperately wracking my brain for a way to coax a smile, even a weak one, from him.

“So, about that chile relleno. Any chance of requesting a mild chili pepper?”

Alex cracked a smile and rolled his eyes as the doors opened. I gave myself a mental fist bump and pulled my card key out as we made our way down the hall. Alex stopped at his condo and gave me a tepid grin.

“Mind if we take a rain check? I’m tired.”

“Rain check for what?”

He sighed and leaned heavily against his now open door. “Sex.”

I was too astounded to respond at his carefully irreverent tone. He made that one word sound and feel like a slap. I stood staring at him in shock until a fiery wave of anger made my blood boil ominously. I walked back toward him with my brow furrowed and my eyes narrowed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I shoved an angry finger at his chest. “Who do you think I am? You are a complete ass for thin—” “

Hey. Don’t be mad. I’ll keep my end of the bargain even if I didn’t follow through.”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m not interested in you pimping yourself out. Save it for some—”

I huffed in surprise as Alex launched himself at me, fusing his mouth over mine, very effectively shutting me up. My defenses melted at the slightest touch of his tongue against my lips. I opened to him, allowing him to take over. He groaned in appreciation and deepened the kiss, gliding his tongue along mine in a sweet dance that had me clutching at his hips for balance. He yanked me by the hand into his darkened condo, then closed the door and flung his arms around my neck. All instincts went on high alert as he ground his pelvis against mine and licked a seductive trail up my throat to my chin. My body demanded I take what he was offering, but I knew to proceed with caution. As perfect as Alex felt in my arms, something was wrong.

I gently disengaged from his hold and kissed his lips before stepping back.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

Silence. I sighed and tried again. “Alex.”

He let out a growl of frustration and punched the wall before turning on his heels toward the kitchen.

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Lane's Favorite Things:

Here are a few of my favorite things… *sings slightly off-key

My husband’s smile, my children’s laughter, the memory of my sweet old Lab, New York City, Maui…specifically Fleming’s Beach, anything chocolate, red wine, homemade granola and chocolate chip cookies, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice, Adele, Led Zeppelin, Alt J (I have a very eclectic taste in music!), Pilates, and if I had $100 to blow anywhere, it would probably be on Amazon. LOL Books, books and more books!

More about Lane Hayes, and where to find her:

Lane Hayes is grateful to finally be doing what she loves best. Writing full-time! It’s no secret Lane loves a good romance novel. An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. These days she prefers the leading roles to both be men. Lane discovered the M/M genre a few years ago and was instantly hooked. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions, and were winners in the 2016 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in an almost empty nest.



Thanks for celebrating with us. Come back next week for more of Lane's books, five little-known things about Lane, and another chance to win!

Until then, happy reading!


  1. Thanks for the excerpts from the books. This would be great lure for those who haven't read the series. ;-)

  2. Angela:
    Congrats to Lane for being Author of the Month. I enjoyed the post.

  3. Thanks for the post. I love reading excerpts to get a feeling for the books, although with Lane's I don't need to really. I liked your favorite things. I see many similarities.

  4. Thanks for the excerpts! I nees to read these books. I loved Lane's first series of books.

  5. Great post! I'm definitely adding to my TBR list today! Love the favorite things list too - wine and books are always at the top of mine! :)


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