Please welcome Bru Baker with
Downward Facing Dreamboat
Thanks for joining me on My Fiction Nook as I continue my tour for my latest release, Downward Facing Dreamboat.
Today I’m going to share an exclusive excerpt from the book that gives us a good look at who Kincaid is. He’s truly a good guy--which is why when he and Owen have a falling out he’s horrified that he’s hurt the guy’s feelings or misread signals. Kincaid has been avoiding Owen ever since because he doesn’t want to make the situation worse if Owen doesn’t want to see him.
It’s adorable, and his sister Natalie is there to point out the error of this line of thinking and mop up his mess. We can always count on our siblings to tell it how it is and overstep boundaries--especially when it comes to sisters who want to see their lonely brother happily settled with someone.
“I really want to apologize, though,” Kincaid whined.
“Apologies are more for the giver than the recipient,” Natalie said. “That being said, the woman who works the front desk at the studio said he seems sad.”
Kincaid choked on his orange juice. “Natalie! Oh my God. Are you spying on him? What the hell?”
She shrugged. “You never talk about guys. I figured he must be pretty special if he threw you for this much of a loop. I mean, you were willing to do yoga for him.”
He was still willing to do yoga, even without him. Kincaid had found a place near work and was going at lunch three days a week. The instructor wasn’t nearly as good at helping Kincaid get into a pose as Owen was, but she was a woman, which meant Kincaid didn’t have to worry about awkward accidental boners.
Kincaid closed his eyes, took a deep breath in through his nose, and released it slowly through his mouth. His new instructor was big on ending their classes with meditations, and this afternoon she’d taught him the abhaya hridaya mudra, or the fearless heart seal. It was a complicated hand gesture that was supposed to help the user meditate to escape the pull of anger and help center the mind. He curled his fingers together into the shape under the table. He was supposed to bring his hands to his heart center, but Natalie would never let him live it down.
He opened his eyes when he could be sure he wasn’t going to yell at her.
“And you said I was the one stalking him—Jesus. You’re actually stalking him.”
Well, that came out angrier than he’d intended. Oops.
“No, I’m not. I bought a package at the studio, and I’ve been taking Bikram classes—which he doesn’t teach, by the way. He does their intermediate hatha classes and their advanced vinyasa classes.”
He kind of hated to give her credit, but that was some smart meddling. And he wanted to know more, dammit. Why was Owen sad?
She shot him a grin. “They all love to talk about him. All the instructors there adore him, and they’re all desperate to get to the bottom of why he’s suddenly so quiet. I was going to tell you all about it, but since that would make my stalking even creepier, maybe I’ll keep it to myself.”
She cast a meaningful glance at his half-eaten bacon cheeseburger, and Kincaid sighed and shoved the plate at her. She dove into it with a manic glee that was a little disconcerting.
“Maybe you should cut back on the diet, Nat,” he said, watching ketchup roll down her chin. “Add in a cheat day or something.”
She shook her head. “I promised Denise I wouldn’t have carbs until after the wedding. She doesn’t want any of the bridesmaids to be bloated.”
She demolished the burger and fries in record time while he watched, half-disgusted and half-impressed.
“How’s that going?” he asked. “The no-carb thing.”
“It’s going fine,” she said, wiping her chin with a napkin and sitting back with a satisfied smirk. He raised an eyebrow in question, and she shrugged. “Doesn’t count if you don’t order them yourself.”
“Owen, Natalie,” he said, his patience fraying. “What are they saying about Owen? Why do they say he’s sad?”
Natalie took a sip of water and stacked their dishes before finally answering.
“I was talking to Brittany—she’s the beginner hatha teacher. She says Owen is usually full of jokes and chatty. But three weeks ago he called in sick for his Friday morning class, which he apparently never does. She was the one who had to come in and cover for him, and she said when he called her he sounded upset. And then when he came in for his weekend classes, he was, like, subdued. She said they all think he’s going through a breakup or something.”
A breakup. Of course. His mood probably had nothing to do with Kincaid. God, he was so self-centered. Maybe Owen really did have a full Thursday night schedule. Kincaid had asked for the next available evening appointment when he’d called, and that must have been Owen. Kincaid had totally blown all of this out of proportion.
“I can see the wheels turning, and as usual, they’re turning the wrong way,” Natalie quipped. “Brittany said she’d been surprised he dated because he spends all his free time at the studio and none of them have ever seen a significant other stop by. You want to know what I think happened?”
He did, but he didn’t want to admit it. His sister was smug enough without him egging her on.
About the book:
Running defines Kincaid’s life. It’s not until he loses it that he realizes how isolated he’s become. But even if an injury hadn’t forced him to slow down, the hottie in the yoga studio would have given him pause. In fact, admiring the man each morning is the only thing keeping the spring in his step when it feels like he’s lost everything.
Owen’s busy life as a yoga instructor doesn’t leave him much time to meet guys, let alone date. He’s convinced his passion for helping people is worth the sacrifice, but he’s willing to spare a few moments for the cutie who walks past the studio every morning.
When their lives intersect and romance is set in motion, they stumble off the starting block. But no matter the obstacles in their path, this race won’t be over until they reach the finish… together.
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About the author:
Bru spent fifteen years writing for newspapers before making the jump to fiction. Whether it’s creating her own characters or getting caught up in someone else’s, there’s no denying that Bru is happiest when she’s engrossed in a story. She and her husband have two children, which means a lot of her books get written from the sidelines of various sports practices.
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