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Hi! Thanks for joining me on my blog tour for Strictly Business, the second book in my rewritten, re-edited, self-published Courtland Chronicles series. Leave a comment for a chance to win your choice of books from my backlist!
Here’s an excerpt that will (hopefully!) whet your appetites for the rest of this hot, angsty novella:
Eric wasn’t normally much for cuddling, but when he awoke the next morning with Nick’s solid six-foot-plus frame curled around him, he realized he’d slept the night straight through for the first time in a month. It felt so good, he switched off his alarm and lay there savoring the comfort, drifting in and out of a pleasant doze.
At last Nick rolled over, jolting awake when he spied the clock. “Jesus, it’s almost eight. Don’t you have to get to the office?”
Eric yawned. “That’s the great part about being the boss—nobody docks you when you’re late.”
“Well, if you’re in no hurry, I’ll grab the first shower.” He’d just swung his legs over the edge of the bed when Eric caught hold of his arm. “Cut it out, okay? I’m already running—”
“Why don’t you move in?” he blurted.
Nick stared at him. “What?”
“C’mon, it’s not that big of a surprise. We’ve talked about it before.”
“Yeah, but we said we’d wait until we found a place together—a place we can both afford.”
“It’s not like there isn’t plenty of room for you here.”
Nick smiled. “I love you for suggesting it, but there’s no way I can do it now. I’ve still got six months left on my lease.”
“I’d be happy to pay it off.”
“I wouldn’t,” he said firmly. “Look, I know you’re only trying to help, but I need to do this in my own time.”
The same thing Nick had been saying since their senior year at Columbia. Eric knew what it was code for, but he just sighed and bit his tongue while Nick went into the bathroom, Eric’s whirling thoughts punctuated by the patter of running shower water.
By the time Nick emerged, his dark curls still damp and a towel knotted around his waist, Eric couldn’t hold back anymore. “You still haven’t told your parents about us, have you?” Nick’s flinch told him all he needed to know. “For God’s sake, Nick, you’re twenty-three years old. When’re you going to let them have the honor of knowing who you really are?”
Nick’s jaw tightened. “It’s not that easy. I don’t want to disappoint them.”
Like the way I disappointed my father. Though in truth, he’d rather enjoyed his father’s slack-jawed shock the time he’d walked in on Eric getting fucked in the coatroom at the lake house. Luckily, he’d never had to come out to his mother—she’d figured it out on her own.
But Nick’s family was nothing like his. “Nick, your parents love you. Whatever happens, they’ll understand,” Eric said. “I’m sure the news will come as a surprise—then again, maybe not, after all the times I’ve visited you at the farm. But you’ll never know if you don’t give them a chance.”
Nick sank onto the edge of the bed and rubbed a hand over his fact. “I have to pick the right time. I can’t just go home for the weekend and say, ‘Hey, Mom and Dad—I’m gay, Eric and I are lovers, and I’m moving in with him.’ How would you feel if somebody dumped that on you all at once?”
“It’ll only get harder, the longer you wait.”
“I know, I know, but…”
But things aren’t going to change anytime soon, so I might as well accept it. “It’s okay.” He was about to add that it didn’t matter, but he couldn’t, because it did. It mattered terribly.
Nick cupped Eric’s face in both hands and kissed him softly. “We’ll work this out, I promise.”
Eric forced a smile. “Of course we will.”
Eric Courtland is hungry for revenge—at any cost—against the cold, unfeeling father who never loved him, and who drove his mother to an early grave. Tossed headfirst into the shark-tank world of big business, Eric soon learns it’s eat or be eaten, and has no choice but to throw in his lot with ruthless titan of industry Branford Crane.
Still reeling from his mother’s death—and the guilt of not being able to save her—Eric plunges into a dark spiral of self-destruction, rejecting his longtime partner Nick’s love and support in favor of the harsh tutelage Bran offers him, in and out of the bedroom.
But one night, when Bran finally pushes Eric beyond any reasonable limit, Eric realizes how far he’s fallen—and how desperately he needs Nick to help pull him back from the edge.
Available now on Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Strictly-Business-Courtland-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B00ATG09VU/ref=la_B003ASUGUS_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1357249067&sr=1-1
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Cat Grant lives by the sea in beautiful Monterey, California with one persnickety feline and way too many books and DVDs. When she’s not writing, you can usually find her watching movies or TV (Supernatural and The Vampire Diaries are among her favorite shows), singing along to whatever’s on her iPod, or fantasizing about kinky sex with Michael Fassbender.
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