Author Of The Month - Leta Blake - Grand Finale

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Happy Thanksgiving!! Hopefully, you're spending some time with your families today. Thank you for being here with us.

We're taking a break from the turkey and fixings to bring you info on four more books by Leta Blake, two of which were written under the pen name Blake Moreno. We also have our author interview and one more chance to win one of Leta's books.

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First up today, from the Heat Of Love series, Slow Heat

Blurb:

A lustful young alpha meets his match in an older omega with a past.

Professor Vale Aman has crafted a good life for himself. An unbonded omega in his mid-thirties, he's long since given up hope that he'll meet a compatible alpha, let alone his destined mate. He's fulfilled by his career, his poetry, his cat, and his friends.

When Jason Sabel, a much younger alpha, imprints on Vale in a shocking and public way, longings are ignited that can't be ignored. Fighting their strong sexual urges, Jason and Vale must agree to contract with each other before they can consummate their passion.

But for Vale, being with Jason means giving up his independence and placing his future in the hands of an untested alpha--as well as facing the scars of his own tumultuous past. He isn't sure it's worth it. But Jason isn't giving up his destined mate without a fight.


This is a stand alone gay romance novel, 118,000 words, with a strong happy ending, as well as a well-crafted, non-shifter omegaverse, with alphas, betas, omegas, male pregnancy, heat, and knotting. Content warning for pregnancy loss and aftermath.

Excerpt:

One moment Jason had his arm around Xan, and the next his life as he knew it ended.

A raw, musky scent flooded Jason’s nose and throat, coating his mucous membranes. His eyes rolled up in his head as the scent drilled deep into his brain, awakening him with a soul-deep shiver. Pounding, urgent lust peeled his humanity away, leaving only animal instinct. His cock roared with blood. His body screamed with raw need and yearning.

Shrieks of shock barely registered in his pheromone-focused drive to get his hands and mouth on source of that mind-warpingly perfect scent. He grabbed his delicious-smelling omega, buried his face in the curve of his neck, and rutted his hips against him, growling as strong hands tried to pull him away.

His omega fought, shoving desperately, until Jason gripped his throat, stilling his struggles. He smelled his omega’s terror and confusion, rolling off him in waves of stench that nearly overpowered the sweet, musky aroma that had triggered Jason’s whirl of madness. Needing to touch skin, he tore at his omega’s clothing, his cock pulsing wetly in his pants, echoing the musky scent of slick slipping from his omega’s ass. He wanted to drown himself in that smell, rub it all over himself, die with his cock buried deep in his omega’s sweet ass and dripping with his omega’s slick.

His omega let loose a wild cry.

Jason released his hold on his omega’s throat, color and sound spinning around him, torn between comforting his terrified omega and lashing out in rage at the hands still trying to tug him away.

“Shh.” The hushing sound cut through the whirlpool of his mind. His omega gripped his hair and tugged at him, trying to meet his eyes. “Calm down now. Shh. I’ve got you. You’re all right.”

That voice.

Like honey and sand pouring over him, gritty and warm, sweet and itchy. Jason wanted to hear that voice every second of every day for the rest of his life. He wanted to strip this man until he was naked and pleading beneath him, begging for his cock and crying to carry Jason’s babies.

But hands kept grabbing at him, voices kept calling to him, and he was really starting to get pissed off.

“Let him go!” his omega snarled. “Or he’ll rip me to pieces, for fuck’s sake.”

“Jason, buddy. Not here.” Xan’s desperate voice rang in the air around him. “You need to calm down now. This isn’t how it’s supposed to work.”

Who gave a shit about supposed to? He had his omega right beside him, and he was never letting him go.

Xan put his hand carefully on Jason’s arm, and Jason growled at him, barely hearing his words. “You have to register first, contract with his family, or he can press assault charges. You know the rules. You need to calm down. Right now.”

Jason’s cells screamed to possess the man he held protectively in his arms and had backed up to the table. He wanted to kiss his omega’s pink, lush, gaping mouth. He wanted to rip his pants down and get his fingers drenched in the slick seeping from the man’s anus in readiness for Jason’s cock.

It was the fear in his omega’s arresting moss-green eyes that held Jason back more than Xan’s tugging grip, or his sensible words, or the strong arm of another alpha laid across Jason’s chest. More than the security guards hustling into the library with syringes at the ready to prick him with alpha sedative, more than the quelling lull of the drug rushing into his system as they reached him and jabbed those sharp points into his neck, arm, and thigh. No, it was the glint of terror in those beautiful, perfect, soft green eyes that made Jason stand down.

He couldn’t look away as his knees went weak and he collapsed onto the stretcher the security guards had rolled up to catch his fall. He held out his hand, a cold horror enveloping him as the room grew fuzzy and distant, like in a dream. Fingers took hold of his, and he blinked his eyes open again, grateful to see his omega holding his hand.

“Get his information,” Xan said to one of the guards harshly. “We’ll need it for his alpha’s parents.”

“Wolf-god,” the alpha standing next to Jason’s omega whispered. “How the hell…?”

Jason snarled at the man groggily, tried to lift up from the stretcher to tear the alpha’s eyes out for daring to speak to his omega when he was slick and opening for a cock. He’d rip the man’s eyes out and then tear his testicles to shreds. He’d kill him for looking at his omega, for smelling his aroma.

“Shh,” his omega soothed him. “He’s a friend.”

Jason didn’t like the sound of that, but his omega’s calming hand on his shoulder was almost as soothing as the alpha-sedative the guards had hit him with.

“How is this possible?” the other alpha asked, and Jason lunged again, but his omega stilled him by pressing him back onto the stretcher. “He can’t be old enough for you.”

“Apparently, he is, Urho,” his omega murmured, stroking his thumb soothingly against Jason’s wrist. Jason shuddered at the lush, velvet heat of his omega’s voice, and he offered up a grateful smile that felt like it was going to melt off his face and slide to the floor. His omega smiled back tentatively, his teeth white and straight, his eyes still glinting with fear. “It’s fine. Don’t say anything more right now.”

Jason tried to get a good look at his omega, but the world was hazing in and out now. He gripped his omega’s fingers and let his eyes fall closed, listening hard to what he could make out around him.

“Name and address where you can be reached for the next few days?” a security guard asked, and Jason peeled his eyes open to see the beta standing close, a notepad in hand, and a serious expression on his face.

“Vale Aman,” his omega said.

Vale.

Such a beautiful name. Jason’s heart constricted and released, a twisting ache that made him gasp.

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Second in the series, Alpha Heat 

Blurb:

A desperate young alpha. An older alpha with a hero complex. A forbidden love that can’t be denied.

Young Xan Heelies knows he can never have what he truly wants: a passionate romance and happy-ever-after with another alpha. It’s not only forbidden by the prevailing faith of the land, but such acts are illegal.

Urho Chase is a middle-aged alpha with a heartbreaking past. Careful, controlled, and steadfast, his friends dub him old-fashioned and staid. When Urho discovers a dangerous side to Xan’s life that he never imagined, his world is rocked and he’s consumed by desire. The carefully sewn seams that held him together after the loss of his omega and son come apart—and so does he.

But to love each other and make a life together, Xan and Urho risk utter ruin. With the acceptance and support of Caleb, Xan’s asexual and aromantic omega and dear friend, they must find the strength to embrace danger and build the family they deserve.


This gay romance novel by Leta Blake is the second in the Slow Heat universe. It’s 130,000 words, with a strong happy ending and a well-crafted, non-shifter Omegaverse. It features alphas, betas, omegas, male pregnancy, heat, and knotting. No cheating. Content warning for brief sexual violence.

Excerpt:

“This is a big library,” Xan said, changing the subject, but not daring to broach the one he actually came to address. “Mostly science books, I guess?”

“Quite a few. But I have some literature in my collection too.”

“I’m more of a comics and nickel-novel type, myself.”

Urho’s lips quirked in the first evidence of a smile he’d shown since he’d first come in. “I have some of those as well.” He rose and walked over to a bookcase near the door, ran his finger along the spines, and then came away with a blue book as thick as two finger-widths. “Here, this one is from before your time, I’d bet. But you might enjoy it.”

Xan took the book as Urho returned to his seat on the sofa. He flipped it open and colorful images leapt forth, along with the usual comic cells and speech bubbles. He glanced back at the cover: Cervantes and Snail, a complete collection. “I’ve heard of this, but you’re right, I’ve never read it.”

“Take it with you. It was a favorite of Riki’s, but it’ll just molder here. You should enjoy it.”

Xan licked his lips, a breathless, strange feeling descending. He’d never heard Urho mention his omega’s name, but there was no doubt that Riki was the blond man in the portrait. He cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t want to take something special of his.”

“It shouldn’t go to waste. Take it.”

Xan nodded and tucked the book into the pocket of his jacket. It fit perfectly. “So,” he said, an unusual shyness creeping over him. He glanced up at Urho through his lashes, surprised to find his friend’s dark complexion had gone vaguely pink.

Was Urho also remembering how Xan had grown hard as he’d pressed his finger inside and moved it around? Xan’s own face flushed hot and his cock thickened against his thigh. “You must be wondering why I’m here.”

Urho attempted a real smile, white teeth against dark skin, and then sighed. “I’m just glad that you are. I’ve wanted to see you again. Needed to, really.”

Xan’s throat went dry. “Why’s that?”

“I’ve been thinking about your situation. Truth be told, I’ve thought of little else.”

Xan shifted miserably in his seat. His stomach churned.

Urho held up a hand. “I’m not going to lecture again. I want to understand your predicament.”

“No one can.”

“I want to try. You need this?”

“Most humans need sexual release,” Xan said defensively. “Not all, but most.”

“And your omega—”

“Doesn’t interest me.”

Urho cocked his head. “But what of his needs?”

Xan glanced away. “We have an agreement.” He wasn’t about to mention the truth about Caleb. That was Caleb’s secret to share if and when he wanted to.

“I see.”

But Xan could tell that Urho didn’t truly see.

“He has a lover?” Urho asked. “A beta, perhaps? Someone you find unthreatening to your relationship?”

Xan pushed out a breath. “I didn’t come here to talk about him.” Though he had, hadn’t he? In a way? The pills he wanted to ask Urho for were only necessary because of his obligation to Caleb. “I wondered if you’d prescribe something for me. Something for stamina.”

Urho frowned, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Stamina? Sexual stamina?”

“Yes. I have a hard time keeping up with Caleb during his heats. There isn’t another one coming for a few months, but I want to be prepared. I heard there were new pills that allow alphas to last a long time and rebound more quickly.”

“He suffers from nympho—I mean, interminable heat?”

“No. The problem is me.”

Urho’s dark eyes narrowed. “Because what you want isn’t what Caleb offers,” he said quietly. “His pheromones don’t arouse you?”

“They do.” But the smell of Caleb in heat only made him crave being penetrated all the more. He’d been a mess during their first heat together. Horny and full of longing, unable to take care of Caleb’s suffering and unable to fulfill his own needs either. He dreaded it coming round again. He had nearly gone mad listening to Caleb’s cries of pain. “But not in the…right way.”

He shook off the veil of sickening guilt that dropped over him, focused on Urho again, and said, “I need help. It’s hard for me to admit—even harder to ask—but you know our situation better than most, and so I’m asking you. Please, help me.”

Urho’s body tensed, and he closed his eyes, taking a ragged breath. When his lids popped open again, Xan didn’t recognize staid, old-fashioned Urho in the wildness he saw in the depths there. “I can give you the pills.”

“Thank you!”

“But I can offer more than that.”

Xan swallowed thickly. Was he going to suggest himself as an alpha surrogate for Caleb’s heat? He let out a shuddery breath, not sure what he hoped for, but signaling for Urho to continue.

“You can’t continue to see the man who hurt you.”

Xan groaned. “We’ve already—”

“Listen to me!” Urho commanded and Xan’s mouth snapped shut. “If you need this so badly, come to me for it.”

Xan gaped, taking in Urho’s pounding pulse, visible in the dark hollow at the base of his neck. He ran his gaze over Urho’s messy hair and his earnest—so intensely earnest—eyes. He sucked in a harsh breath. “What are you saying?”

“If you need—” Urho wiped a trembling hand over his mouth and then started again. “If you need help with your cravings, come to me instead of that man who abuses you.”

“Come to you for what?” Xan asked, blinking rapidly. “For a lecture? Tea? Medicine of some kind? What exactly do you plan to give me?”

“Sex. I’ll give you sex.”

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When Leta is writing as Blake Moreno, the books tend to be a little darker. Set in a similar A/B/O non-shifter universe, we start off with Heat For Sale

Blurb:

Heat can be sold but love is earned.

In a world where omegas sell their heats for profit, Adrien is a university student in need of funding. With no family to fall back on, he reluctantly allows the university's matcher to offer his virgin heat for auction online. Anxious, but aware this is the reality of life for all omegas, Adrien hopes whoever wins his heat will be kind.

Heath—a wealthy, older alpha—is rocked by the young man's resemblance to his dead lover, Nathan. When Heath discovers Adrien is Nathan’s lost son from his first heat years before they met, he becomes obsessed with the idea of reclaiming a piece of Nathan.

Heath buys Adrien’s heat with only one motivation: to impregnate Adrien, claim the child, and move on. But their undeniable passion shocks him. Adrien doesn't know what to make of the handsome, mysterious stranger he's pledged his body to, but he’s soon swept away in the heat of the moment and surrenders to Heath entirely.

Once Adrien is pregnant, Heath secrets him away to his immense and secluded home. As the birth draws near, Heath grows to love Adrien for the man he is, not just for his connection to Nathan. Unaware of Heath's past with his omega parent and coming to depend on him heart and soul, Adrien begins to fall as well.

But as their love blossoms, Nathan's shadow looms. Can Heath keep his new love and the child they've made together once Adrien discovers his secrets?


Heat for Sale is a stand-alone m/m romance by Leta Blake, writing as Blake Moreno. Infused with a du Maurier Rebecca-style secret, it features a well-realized omegaverse, an age-gap, dominance and submission, heats, knotting, and scorching sex scenes.

Excerpt:

Adrien paced by the window of his dorm room with his cell phone pressed to his ear. He’d known it was coming. Every omega did, but somehow between his day-to-day studies and his research into Hontu tribal materials, he’d managed to forget about it most of the time. But Ron Finch, his university’s professional matcher, had removed any ambiguity about the matter. With a firm and undeniable voice, he’d made it quite clear: the time had come for Adrien to sell his first heat.

All omegas faced this moment, but most of them had family to rely on to help them make a good choice. For better or for worse, Adrien was alone in the world, so the decision of how to proceed with regards to his heat was entirely up to him.

“Review the options again?” Sweat pooled in the small of his back, despite the room’s roaring air conditioner. Adrien wiped at his face, finding his upper lip and forehead damp.

“The first option, and the most popular by far, is to have a family member arrange for the purchase of your first heat by some well-to-do friend or business associate. Since your father, God rest his soul, has passed on to the next world, and you don’t know the whereabouts of the omega who birthed you, the duty could reasonably fall to an uncle or brother.”

“No,” Adrien gritted out, his glasses slipping down a bit on his nose. “I have no family.”

“In that case, the second option is to allow me, as matcher of the university, to see if there are any alphas amongst the alumni who’d like to purchase your heat outright. Obviously, the university takes a small percentage of the price as a fee for service rendered. I admit, though, Adrien, given your financial situation, the third option might be the best one for you. It’s guaranteed to generate the greatest profit for your valuable and once-in-a-lifetime first heat.”

“And what’s that entail?” He already knew, but he needed to hear it again to make it real.

“An online public auction of the heat. Ninety percent of the proceeds go to you and ten percent go to the university for the trouble. If you want, we could offer an attempt at breeding you at a premium. That will bring in the highest possible bids. Obviously, there are alumni of the university who’ll pay a tidy sum when offered a heat purchase directly, but if you give them an omega to bid on? Especially one as handsome as you? Well, they’ll bankrupt themselves in a frenzy of competition for the right to claim your first heat. And, if you’re willing, they’ll shell out even more for a chance at breeding you.”

Adrien ran a hand over the flat, toned stomach beneath his soft sweater. He cleared his throat, words stuck for a moment, until he finally said, “I’m not sure I’m ready to try for a pregnancy.”

“Understandable. But you have to also consider your finances. Certainly you can sell future heats and breeding attempts, but none will go for so high a price as a first heat and first breeding combined. You know how much alphas like to stake their claims—even if it is only for a single season.”

Adrien closed his eyes. He’d face up to ten such ‘seasons’ in his life. No omega had been known to go into heat more than ten times, and most averaged only five, but each successive season was less fertile than the last and brought in less money. Assuming you didn’t fall in love with an alpha and marry him. Then one man handled all an omega’s seasons and became financially responsible for his well-being for life. Such pairings were common but not expected.

“And, as you know, unless you fall for one another, which is highly unlikely, any child you bear is the concern of the alpha. You wouldn’t be required to participate in its life at all. The wee thing would be immediately transferred to the alpha’s care after a period of chestfeeding and then weaning.”

“That’s still a large portion of my life. Four months of pregnancy followed by a year of chestfeeding, at a minimum. The interruption to my college career would be a strain.” To put it mildly. He’d only just begun to really make headway understanding the connection between Hontu woven fabric and their spiritual life.

“College can wait,” Mr. Finch said. “I see in your files your goal is to be named a certified art history professor. For you, an omega, to have that chance the government demands a large fee. According to your university accounts, you’re barely able to afford another year of education, and I’m not even sure if you can achieve enough funds to reach your goal. Even by selling the breeding along with the heat.”

Adrien’s stomach hurt.

“But, if you truly want to aim for such a lofty future career, then an online, public auction is definitely the only chance you’ve got.”

“Do I have to decide now? About the breeding, I mean?”

“So it’ll be the auction for sure?”

“Yes, as you point out, I have no other choice financially.”

Mr. Finch made a happy sound. “Excellent. We can always get the auction going with just the first heat on offer. Once the pot is bubbling with bids, we can sweeten it by offering the breeding as an add-on. It always creates a frenzy to drop the breeding offer mid-auction. Drives the alphas wild.”

Adrien’s head swam. He sat down on the hard single bed he’d slept on for the last four years of studies. “What do I have to do? What’s the next step?”

“You’ll come to my offices tomorrow. We’ll discuss the protocol for provoking your first heat. Then you’ll pose for some photos for the auction—naked, of course, so they can see the goods. Make sure to have everything down there looking as nice as possible. A little trimming never hurt anyone! It can actually help make the package look a bit bigger. After that I’ll work up the wording for the online auction, set it up for you, and get it started immediately. We’ll be able to sense within the first day whether or not we need to be worried.”

Adrien’s mouth went dry. “Why would we need to worry?”

“In your case, based on the photos in your file, I think you’ll be fine. You’re young and attractive, though that mop of blond hair could be a bit neater. Stereotypically, alphas do prefer brunets, fair or not. Still, there are always the fetishists who love the lighter hair. You have a tender look about you, and that will make them want to take you apart,” the matcher said, a hint of laughter in his voice. “And when you’re in heat, you’ll want him to take you apart, too. Ah, heat. It makes sluts of us all.”

Adrien shuddered.

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Also available from Blake Moreno, The Difference Between 

Blurb:

Wade Maguire and Russ Paulson are in love. After a year of passion and happiness, they’re buying a home and moving in together. Everything is rosy for them—until a jealous and insane ex from Wade’s past puts all of that to the test.

After being kidnapped and tortured by his deranged former lover, Wade loses his ability to engage with his own sexuality or with Russ. With the help of a psychologist, EMDR therapy, and a sex plan, they work together to overcome the damage inflicted. In the process, they discover wells of love they’ve never known before.

As passion is reborn and their sex life reignited, Wade realizes a need to re-experience certain events in Russ’s loving arms. For Wade, the difference between pain and pleasure is love, and the difference between rape and rough sex is consent.


Dark, and yet ultimately hopeful, this book contains many emotional and graphic sex scenes, as well as some scenes of torture. This book deals with rape and rape recovery. Proceed with care. Stand-alone with a happy ending. 78,000 words.

Excerpt:

Gradually Wade relaxed, slipping down the sofa to lay with his head in Russ’s lap. Gently Russ threaded his fingers into Wade’s dark, thick hair and smoothed it back from his wide forehead. A light breeze fluttered in from the open balcony doors as dusk descended on the city.

“Scoot down beside me,” Wade murmured, bringing Russ’s fingers to his lips and kissing them. “Hold me.”

Russ didn’t need to be told twice.

It wasn’t as though he hadn’t been allowed to hold Wade since the events in L.A., but he never felt like he was allowed to initiate it now. If he did, he made sure to give Wade plenty of advance warning for his touches, and murmured reassurances that he could stop the cuddle at any time. But when Wade invited him to hold him, he didn’t feel the same tension. He’d been asked and it made all the difference.

Wade was taller than Russ but preferred to be the little spoon. With the help of a pillow, he held Wade tightly to his chest as they watched two more episodes, laughing and snuggling together.

At the end of the episode, Wade rolled over to face Russ, gazing sweetly at him with a familiar expression of coy longing.

“Kiss me,” Wade murmured, nuzzling Russ’s cheek with his nose, and dragging his stubble along Russ’s sensitive throat. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please, make me feel like you want me.”

“Baby, I want you.” Russ’s voice was sandpaper rough.

“Show me.”

Unable to resist Wade when he begged, he did. Wade’s lips and mouth opened for his tongue, and he kissed and sucked gently, taking his time, learning Wade’s mouth all over again.

Wade trembled in his arms, but came up for more when Russ made a move to pull away. He dragged Russ’s head down for a deeper kiss, a longer joining of tongues and breath.

“Cum for me,” Wade grunted, when Russ broke to breathe. “I miss seeing your face when you cum.”

Russ groaned, pressing his hard, aching cock against Wade’s hip, and shook his head. “Baby, this is fast.”

“It’s been four months. I want to be your lover again, Russ. I want to make you cum.”

“I know, and I want…” Russ cut himself off before he said anything he couldn’t take back. Even admitting to wanting that too would be pressure, and he didn’t want Wade to feel like he had to give Russ anything at all.

“What? What do you want?” Wade asked breathlessly, his pupils blown wide and his mouth swollen.

He wanted to turn Wade over and fuck him bare. He wanted to cum in his ass while sucking rough kisses on his shoulders, and marking him as his own. He wanted to eat the cum out of Wade while he writhed and begged and jerked himself off. And then he wanted to lick Wade’s cum off his stomach before plunging in to fuck him again.

He didn’t say any of that.

“I want you to feel ready.”

“I am.” Wade’s brows lowered along with his voice, growling, “I’m not going to lose you because I can’t be what you need.”

Russ’s head fell back, his cock throbbing. Fuckity fuck, that was exactly why he couldn’t even pull his dick out right now and jerk off while Wade kissed him. Because it wasn’t about what Wade needed or wanted at all, but what he was afraid of losing.

“What?” Wade asked, defensively. “Do you not want me like that now?”

“I want you, baby. Jesus, do I ever want you. But I need you to want it, too. Not just because you think I’ll…what?” Russ searched Wade’s eyes. “What do you think is going to happen if we don’t do this tonight?”

“Tonight? Nothing.” Wade sat up, his hair messy and wild as his eyes. “But next week? Next month? You and I basically met in a fuck. And you weren’t exactly celibate before I came into your life. Before…before we had sex every single day, and maybe that wasn’t going to last forever, and maybe we’d have eventually slowed down, but this isn’t what you bargained for when you said you wanted to be exclusive with me.”

“Holy shit, baby, all I bargained for was a life with you, and I almost lost that. I can handle my own dick for a few more…” he trailed off. Shit. He’d almost named a length of time, something Wade might use against himself as a deadline. “I can handle my own dick for as long as it takes for you to be ready for more.”

Wade shook his head and stood up. “You don’t get to decide this for me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I get to decide when I’m ready and I’m ready tonight.” Wade paced in front of the TV.

“Baby…”

“What?”

Russ gestured at Wade’s pajama pants. “You’re not even hard.”

“So? You are.”

Russ shook his head, indicating his own pajama bottoms. “No.”

“You were. I felt it. You wanted me.” Wade’s eyes were wild.

“I did. I do. But, listen to me. Listen carefully: we have to be so careful. We can’t just dive into this.”

“I know that! God!”

Russ stood up, too, reaching out a steady hand. “Take a deep breath. Talk to me. What do you think is going to happen?”

Wade covered his face with his hand, trembling.

“Just calm down and tell me what you’re thinking,” Russ begged softly.

Wade swallowed hard and met Russ’s eye. “I’m thinking that you’re gorgeous and…and have a lot to offer…” That was Wade’s polite way of saying Russ was rich. “And I’m not an idiot. For all I know, you’re doing Grindr hook ups when you go out to Costco. For all I know, you fucked some intern at the office today.”

Russ stared up at him. What the fuck could he say to that? If Wade really thought those things? If he really believed Russ would do that? Well, what could he possibly say?

Wade scrubbed his hands through his hair and sat down on the coffee table, narrowly missing their plates. “I know that’s not true. I know you didn’t do those things. I know you wouldn’t.”

“But you’re afraid I will?”

“I wouldn’t blame you.” Though his voice was so full of hurt just contemplating it Russ knew that wasn’t true. “You deserve someone who can…who can…” he waved wildly at the dining table. “Who can bend over that table and let you fuck them mercilessly. That’s what you deserve.”

“Screw that. I don’t care about that.”

“What do you care about then?” Wade’s chin wobbled.

“I care about you, baby,” Russ said, getting down on his knees in front of Wade, taking his chin in his fingers. “That’s all I care about anymore.”

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And now, our Author Interview:

1. What inspires you? What gets you writing?

I live my life pretty much permanently inspired. All around me I see stories I want to tell and the real problem is finding the time to write everything I want to write. I find that “what if” questions are the biggest jumping off point for inspiration. “What if college kid came home for the holidays to try to rekindle a friendship with the best friend he’d been in love with but too scared to come out to?” Boom! Now I have a book!

2. What's your writing process? Seat of your pants, lots of sticky notes, complex spreadsheets?

I’m definitely what they call a pantser more than a plotter. I guess I like the visual of taking a road trip without a map better than either, though. I might know that I want to end up in Atlanta, for example, and I might know that I plan to drive, but if I just start going South I have a lot of potentially interesting side roads that can take me somewhere interesting along the way to the destination.

With a book, I usually know a few things: the set up (Olympic figure skater falls for a rancher), the ending (happy ever after) but have to discover the rest of the story along the way. Sometimes I know the crisis, too, but sometimes it is organic from the choices made in the book and I don’t see it coming.

Frankly, if I know enough about the book to tell you everything about it, step-by-step in advance, then I won’t feel like writing it anymore. So much of the fun of writing for me is in the discovery as I go.

3. Which character from your books is your favorite, and why?

I always say Peter from the ‘90s Coming of Age series is my favorite and he might be, but I also really love Matty from Training Season and Patrick from Will & Patrick Wake Up Married.

4. Which character is your least favorite, and why?

I would say that Matty is also my least favorite because he’s a liar who promises me one kind of story but then delivers another. Also, as a character, he wants to push buttons and explore stuff that I think readers would find challenging, and so he hasn’t ever gotten to be a bride the way he wants. He’s difficult. But I do love him. It takes a lot of bravery for me to write him, even short scenes for my Patreon account, because I never know what he’ll bring and if readers will be angry about it.

5. If you could go back into one of your books and change one thing, what would that be? And why?

Hmm. I try not to think this way. Once a book is out in the world, having regrets about it helps no one. So I just don’t go there. ☺

6. What's next for you? What amazing book are you working on?

I’m working on Mr. Naughty List, a Christmas book that is going to be part of the Home for the Holiday series that I’m going to start this November with the release of a book called Mr. Frosty Pants. I also have a whole list of upcoming books/opportunities/events that readers can check into here on my Twitter.

7. Anything else you'd like to share with your readers?

I’m forever grateful for the way readers have embraced my books and characters. You’ve changed my life in every way and made my day-to-day work an utter joy. Thank you for reading!



Thank you for writing, Leta!



About the author:

Author of the bestselling book Smoky Mountain Dreams and the fan favorite Training Season, Leta Blake’s educational and professional background is in psychology and finance, respectively. However, her passion has always been for writing. She enjoys crafting romance stories and exploring the psyches of made up people. At home in the Southern U.S., Leta works hard at achieving balance between her day job, her writing, and her family.

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