Hi everyone, and welcome to the virtual book tour for City Mouse, our brand new sequel to Country Mouse! Amy Lane and Aleksandr Voinov here, and we’re thrilled to celebrate this new release with you. Co-writing from two different continents isn’t always easy, but with characters like Owen and Malcolm, we couldn’t help ourselves! We’ll be sharing exclusive excerpts & guest posts all week long, and we hope you enjoy reconnecting with these two as much as we did.
Follow along all week—each stop you comment on enters you to win a $10 gift card to Riptide Publishing! Giveaway entry closes March 22nd at 11:59 p.m.
To kick off the tour, we’re sharing some exclusive steamy excerpts with you! Enjoy and let us know what you think in the comments section below.
“C’mon, Mal. Let’s catch that train, and you can do something obscene and illegal to me that other people write to sex magazines about.”
Malcolm grunted at him sourly. “Oh sure. Say that to me now, after you bloody well cut me off at the balls. I won’t be able to get it up now for . . . for . . .”
“An entire fifteen minutes,” Owen supplied dryly. “Come on.”
They got back on the Underground and the Victoria line, squeezed by shoppers who mostly left the Tube train at Oxford Circus. Once at King’s Cross, it was only a matter of ten minutes to get tickets and locate their train.
In the carriage, Malcolm planted down on a four-seater with a table in the middle. When another couple tried to claim the other seats, Malcolm informed them cheerfully that they were taken, and then showed Owen the reservation. Four people.
“But we’re only two,” Owen said.
“Yeah, but my ego needs more space than that. Besides, I’m not spending the whole time looking at some arsehole opposite.”
“How do you know it would be an asshole? Maybe it would be a totally nice person who made your day.”
“I’ve got room for one of those in my life,” Malcolm said, pulling his winging black brows together. “You’re him. Besides. You’re going to want privacy in a minute.”
“In a minute? What are we doing in a minute?”
Malcolm leaned close to him, close enough that Owen could feel Malcolm’s hand knocking about in his jacket pocket, bumping Owen as he rummaged. Suddenly Mal’s hand was free, and a package, still wrapped in its plastic blister, was thrust into the kangaroo pocket of Owen’s hooded sweatshirt.
“That’s what you’re doing. Go to the bathroom, read the directions, follow them.”
Owen’s mouth quirked. “Your capacity for romance never ceases to amaze me.”
Mal’s chuckle was low and evil. “Romance, no. Sex? I’m a right hand at that, mate, so buckle down and follow directions—we’re going to school.” He paused for a moment, pondering. “Oh, you might want some extra lube.” The last bit said under his breath, and with a paranoid glance around, which was a lot more conspicuous than it strictly had to be. “There you go.” He pulled a small packet out of his trousers and palmed it off to Owen. “Now go, before the train leaves in five.”
It took longer than five minutes. The train was clacketing down the tracks before Owen left that miniscule torture chamber, and he was absolutely sure his cheeks would never cease burning. His elbows and knees were long enough, but when you were struggling with the lube and the shiny vibrating egg and the inserting it into the covert places of your body, it was like someone had painstakingly designed his most humiliating sexual nightmare.
And his most arousing erotic dream.
A magical weekend, a breathless declaration, a happy ever after . . . Right?
When Malcolm Kavanagh took his first step toward emotional maturity by declaring his love to Owen Watson, that was just the first chapter in their story. Anyone who’s ever been in love knows that happy endings take a lot more work than that.
One problem: Malcolm has never been in love. He doesn’t know the rules of a relationship and isn’t confident enough to trust that his is real. He learns the ropes by sharing his life and his flat with Owen, but relationship boot camp proves a challenge. Everything is a struggle, from accepting Owen’s low-status job to putting his boyfriend above his personal trainer.
Luckily, Owen knows a little more about relationships, and labors patiently to survive the first six weeks of their life together. From the art galleries of Cambridge to the tawdry majesty of the Dominion theatre, Owen adapts to England while Malcolm adapts to the whole human race. Maybe, if Owen is patient enough and Malcolm learns to give, the two of them can make it past Relationship Armageddon to a real happy ending.
Amy Lane exists happily with her noisy family in a crumbling suburban crapmansion, and equally happily with the surprisingly demanding voices who live in her head. She loves cats, movies, yarn, pretty colors, pretty men, shiny things, and Twu Wuv, and despises house cleaning, low fat granola bars, and vainglorious prickweenies. She can be found at her computer, dodging housework, or simultaneously reading, watching television, and knitting, because she likes to freak people out by proving it can be done.
You can find Amy at:
· Website: www.greenshill.com
· Blog: www.writerslane.blogspot.com
· Twitter feed: https://twitter.com/#!/amymaclane
Aleksandr Voinov has been published for twenty years, both in print and ebook. He has ten years’ experience as a writing coach, book doctor, and writing teacher, and he works as a financial editor in the research department of a pan-European investment bank.
After co-authoring the M/M military cult classic Special Forces, Aleksandr embarked on a quest to write edgy, dark, sometimes literary M/M and gay fiction (much of which is romance/erotica)—the only way he can use his American Literature degree these days. He’s been published with Heyne/Random House, Carina Press, Samhain Publishing, Loose Id, Dreamspinner, Storm Moon Press, and others.
You can find Aleks at http://aleksandrvoinov.com.