The Three Strikes Boyfriend
Hello and welcome to the Love, Hypothetically Blog Tour Spectacular! *confetti*
From August 27th through the 31st, I’ll be visiting blogs and posting tidbits about my new release, Love, Hypothetically—the second volume in the Theta Alpha Gamma (TAG) series, begun with Frat Boy and Toppy. To see a schedule of the tour, check out my website.
Over the course of the tour, I’ll be asking readers of Love, Hypothetically questions about the new book, and whoever emails all the correct answers to me at anneATanneteninoDOTcom will be entered into a drawing for the Blog Tour Prize—the PICNIC PRIZE PACK: a picnic tote, two “unbreakable” champagne glasses, and an autographed copy of Frat Boy and Toppy. This unusual prize honors Trevor from Love, Hypothetically, who makes a picnic lunch for Paul in an effort to woo him. Similarly, I am wooing you, my lurvely readers.
All righty, I suppose it’s time to begin the party, hmm? Let the Love, Hypothetically Blog Tour Spectacular! *confetti* begin!
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In Love, Hypothetically, Trevor—the beau of Paul, the POV character—has a lot of strikes against him.
Strike One: he’s Paul’s ex-boyfriend from high school. Show of hands—how many of you reading this have fantasized about running into your high school ex while you’re looking your finest and they look like crap? Then, when they fall at your feet and beg for another chance, you say in a very condescending, yet kind, manner, “Oh, that’s sweet, um, what was your name again? Well, whatever, I think it’s best if we both just forget and get on with our lives, don’t you?”
Strike Two: in order to remain in the closet—and thereby keep alive his dream of playing baseball professionally—Trevor let one of his high school teammates brand Paul as gay and then go on to torment him publicly. Years later, Trevor still carries a huge load of guilt on his shoulders and Paul hasn’t ever forgiven him.
Strike Three: Trevor’s going bald. It’s something he has in common with about 40 million real life American men. However, he’s a literary love interest, not a real life male. Baldness in romance heroes is so rare I’m pretty sure the unique few who are loosing their hair are eligible for some special follicularly-challenged fictional character disability payment.
Yep, the dude’s got three strikes, and he should be out. But he’s not, of course, and I shall now explain why.
The high school thing—yes, we all have that fantasy where the ex who refused to love us in high school comes back begging and licking our boots (no need to speak up if you don’t have that fantasy, I’m happy thinking it’s a universal phenomenon). In his weaker moments, Paul has imagined that sort of meeting with Trevor for the last nine years. Life, however, isn’t that simple.
Trevor does come back a-groveling, but Paul finds himself incapable of completely shutting him down. Oh, sure, he tries to play it that way, but he’s not over what happened, and more importantly, he’s not over Trevor. When Trevor pops up in his life again it becomes clear that both of them feel the effects of what happened, and they have some unfinished business.
Speaking of that locker room incident—it was a truly cruel thing to do, and Trevor has always felt like a horrible person. In reality, he’s a good person who did a horrible thing in a moment of weakness. Shortly after he walks back into Paul’s life, Paul begins to see Trevor is sincere.
Add to this that Paul’s a caustic, rude guy himself. In Frat Boy and Toppy, Paul was essentially the “villain.” He has a deep and inexplicable dislike of jocks and frat boys, and more than a passing familiarity with the concept of saying and doing thoughtless things, then regretting it afterward. He’s done it before, and he does it again to Trevor, putting Paul in the strange position of having to apologize to the guy who came to him seeking forgiveness.
Long story short, Love, Hypothetically is a novella where the former bad guy becomes the good (ish) guy, and a good guy has to make up for being a complete and utter dick in the past.
Now, about that thinning hair of Trevor’s. Why would I do this to my character, I ask you? Or possibly that’s you, asking me. If only I’d given him an emotional wound! The psychologically-wounded love interest is very appealing to readers—and I’m one of the ones who finds it appealing—because we know the hero will be healed by love.
Male pattern baldness cannot be either halted or repaired by love.
Fortunately, Paul—like millions of men and women worldwide—manages to love Trevor in spite of his thinning hair. In fact, at one point near the middle of the book, during an *ahem* intimate moment, Paul finds himself feeling affection for that thinning spot on Trevor’s head.
That, my fine friends, is how Trevor went from a guy with a lot of strikes against him to the perfect guy for Paul. If you haven’t read Love, Hypothetically and you’re wondering about some of the details I glossed over, I recommend reading the book to fill in the blanks.
If you have read the novella, and you’re hoping to win the Picnic Prize Pack at the end of this tour, here’s the first of three questions you will need to answer in an email to me (address in the intro) in order to get in on the drawing: What was the name of Paul and Trevor’s high school?
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Love, Hypothetically Blurb—
Paul’s been called many things—graduate student, humanities tutor, jock-hater, even broke—but "forgiving" isn't one of them. When the new women's softball coach at Calapooya College specifically requests Paul to tutor his athletes, Paul's forced to put aside his strict "no athletes" policy for the sake of his paycheck.
Enter Trevor Gardiner, former Major League Baseball player and Paul’s high school boyfriend. Yeah, that one—the guy who sacrificed Paul for the safety of his closet and his future career. But Trevor’s come out and retired from baseball, and now he’s looking for forgiveness and a second chance.
There’s no earthly reason Paul should give him one, but he keeps letting the man state his case. And touch him. And take him sailing. The waters are far from smooth, though, and Paul says awful things to Trevor he isn’t sure he means. Now Paul has to decide: apologize and forgive Trevor for everything, or chalk it up as revenge and move on.
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Raised on a steady media diet of Monty Python, classical music and the visual arts, Anne Tenino rocked the mental health world when she was the first patient diagnosed with Compulsive Romantic Disorder. Since that day, Anne has taken on conquering the M/M world through therapeutic writing. Finding out who those guys having sex in her head are and what to do with them has been extremely liberating.
Anne's husband finds it liberating as well, although in a somewhat different way. Her two daughters are mildly confused by Anne's need to twist Ken dolls into odd positions. They were raised to be open-minded children, however, and other than occasionally stealing Ken1's strap-on, they let Mom do her thing without interference.
When not writing, Anne lies on the couch, eats bonbons and shirks housework.
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