Friday, March 18, 2016

Virtual Book Tour ~ Stuck on Rewind by Dianne Hartsock ~ (Character Guest Post, Excerpt + Giveaway)

Virtual Book Tour ~ Stuck on Rewind by Dianne Hartsock ~ (Character Guest Post, Excerpt + Giveaway)
Author Name: Dianne Hartsock
Book Name: Stuck on Rewind
Release Date: March 15, 2016


Ashton has been in love with his best friend for years, watching him grow from a pretty high school boy to the gorgeous erotic dancer at the club where they both work. The problem is that Lance enjoys the attention of a variety of men while Ashton wants him for his very own.
After a day spent denying his attraction for Lance, standing by while their friend Trey openly flirts with him, Ashton decides it’s time to make his move or risk losing his man forever. Once Lance knows how he feels, he’ll realize they should be together. Or is it already too late?
Pages or Words: 10,308 words

Categories: Contemporary, Erotic, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

“Fuck!” Ashton shouted in a mixture of anger and ecstasy as Lance swallowed again, then let Ashton’s softening cock slip from between his perfect lips. Ashton leaned on his elbows, his chest heaving while he caught his breath. With a last kiss on his thigh, Lance climbed off the bed, sleek-limbed and graceful, and walked to the dresser with a sassy sway of his hips.
Ashton stared after him and groaned, not sure if he wanted to pull his friend’s ass back into his arms or punch him in the face. It would be incredible to wake up with Lance every morning and make love to him. But he sternly reminded himself that they were only friends and Lance needed to stop climbing into his bed at night uninvited.
“You do remember you have a bed of your own?” he asked, more sharply than he’d intended.
Lance gave him a smirk over his shoulder, making a show of licking the last of Ashton’s spunk off his swollen lips. “You told me to wake you at seven.”
“I didn’t mean… Oh hell.” Ashton fell back on the pillows and threw an arm over his eyes. He swore in exasperation when the mattress dipped and Lance’s familiar scent surrounded him. “Damn it—”
Soft fingers touched his mouth. “Don’t be mad, baby. I didn’t mean anything.”
Ashton peered at him through the dark curls that had flopped into his eyes. The guy looked positively forlorn, and Ashton sat up, giving him a one-armed hug. “I’m not mad. But you don’t need to keep doing that, either. You’re my friend!” He kissed Lance’s cheek, the velvet skin warm with a blush. “You make a terrific roommate, and I like the company.”
“And I like you.” Lance walked his fingers up Ashton’s leg.
Ashton laughed and shooed the hand away, but couldn’t help staring at the enticing evidence of his friend’s arousal between his legs.
“Can I take care of that for you?”
“Not at all.” Lance stood up, waving off Ashton’s offer. “I’ll deal with it in the shower. You have to save your attentions for Mister Man.”
“Who are you talking about…? Wait!” Ashton rolled off the bed and trotted after Lance as he crossed the apartment.
Lance giggled, slipping behind the bathroom door but holding it cracked open an inch. He smiled at Ashton with his pouty, kissable lips. “You know, the boss. Mister Kent.”
“I’m not saving myself for—”
Ashton blinked at the closed door. Why in the world would Lance think he was interested in his boss? Sure, the man was handsome as sin, but he was also an egomaniac and tyrant. Why only yesterday, he’d…
Hot blood scorched Ashton’s neck and face, his arm tingling where Morgan Kent had gripped it, towering over him. The man had bent to his ear, swamping Ashton’s senses with subtle cologne and a hint of sweat as he’d whispered, “If you can’t type a simple letter without mistakes, I’ll find a secretary who can.” He’d tightened his hand almost painfully on Ashton’s arm. “Or maybe I should just bend you over this desk and smack your ass for each mistake?”
Ashton’s dick jumped at the memory. He told it sternly to behave. “We’re not falling for that bastard. We’ll stick with the sweet boys at the club and call it good.”

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Thank you Bayou Book Junkie for hosting me! Today, I thought we’d visit a little with Lance, my dancer from STUCK ON REWIND. Lance, it’s Saturday at noon. What are you doing? Give details.

Lance sits on the wooden floor of the studio and stretches his legs wide, bending to wrap his hands around his foot, forehead to his knee. He loves the slight burn in his thigh. Muscles tremble, but he counts slowly to twenty before he straightens. Trey will be there in a minute and he wants to be limber when they practice their new dance number. He switches to his left leg, bending more slowly so as not to pull any muscles.

A tingle travels up his spine, excitement, not pain. Ashton will be tending bar that night, and Trey and he were wearing their new costumes. Ashton was going to love them! He’d be in the corset that pushes up his chest displaying his nipples, bringing that gleam to Ashton’s eyes, the one that said he wanted Lance, though he never admits it.

Lance hears the studio door open and close behind him and a soft smile touches his full lips. He loves Ashton, but Trey will always have his affection. The man danced like a dream, Lance’s perfect counterpart, strong and sure, staying in perfect step with Lance’s more fluid movements. And Trey had a sensuality hard to resist, easily luring Lance into his bed after more than one of their hotter dance routines.

Of course, that was months ago, long before Lance had moved in with Ashton and discovered that Ashton returned his love. He still hadn’t gotten Ashton to admit it, but it was only a matter of time. For now, it was time to practice for the show tonight. Lance rose gracefully to his feet and Trey sweeps him up in his arms in the beginning steps to their new number.

Meet the author:
Dianne grew up in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from.
Dianne now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee warming her hands, which kindles her imagination.
Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.

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