Monday, 25 September 2017

Waking the Behr (Foothills Pride) by Pat Henshaw - Blog Tour

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Book Title: Waking the Behr (A Foothills Pride Story)

Author: Pat Henshaw

Cover Artist:AngstyG

Genre: contemporary gay romance

Length: 29,689 Words/88 Pages

Release Date: September 20, 2017

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Blurb 

Both Ben and Mitch think they know exactly what they want. Turns out, they don’t even know their own hearts. 

Good old boy Ben has dated women his entire life, while gay nightclub owner Mitch has never considered unsophisticated country boys his type. But after they start hanging out, the small-town contractor and the urban entrepreneur are both stunned by the electricity sparking between them. 

As they step outside their comfort zones to spend time together, Mitch finds he enjoys rural car rallies, and Ben is intrigued by the upscale bars Mitch owns in San Francisco. When they share their lives and grow closer, they start to question the way they’ve always defined themselves. Then they kiss and fling open the door to love. Now they must step up and travel the road that may lead to happily ever after—even if that path isn’t one they ever expected to walk.


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Guest Post

Researching the Behr
By Pat Henshaw

You’d think that living would be enough for a writer to make up a fictional story. But, no, in my case, it isn’t.

I do extensive research for each of the books I’ve written, and Waking the Behr was no different. To give you an idea of what questions I ask of myself and how I answer them through research, here are four topics I wondered about and the websites that helped me fill in the details.

·         Mitch’s Rhino GX
When I started writing Waking the Behr, I knew that San Francisco entrepreneur Mitch O’Shea, who’s got an expansive personality, needed a super-sized car. I own a rare two-door Toyota RAV4 (that my co-workers used to jokingly call a RAV3 1/2), and I really don’t know much about expensive luxury cars. So I went shopping online, looking for a luxury car that a tall, flamboyant owner of four successful bars in SF would buy. He’d want something roomy enough that he didn’t feel hemmed in, and since he didn’t have to worry about parking places in the various areas where his bars were located, it could be something as big as a Hummer. But Hummers are so common, right? At the time, I was receiving emails from a group that provided links to luxury products, a Web site that’s no longer available. One of the emails I got listed a number of expensive car options. When I read about the Rhino GX, a car produced by US Specialty vehicles, one of the largest luxury SUVs available as the ad copy says, I knew Mitch would want to have one.
·         Road rally
When my brother owned his Miata in Colorado, he and his wife liked to participate in road rallies. I kind of knew the rules and what the point of a rally was, but I knew if I was going to write about it, I had to have more precise information, then fit that information into what I knew of the good-old-boys of Stone Acres who participated and ran the weekend rallies. So my first stop was to Sports Car Club of America (SCCA) where I read everything they had on rallies. I also read the rules posted online from individual groups such as the Detroit Rally Group and others. Not only were these important parts of my rally education, but they made it possible to work out what the Stone Acres rally master would throw at Ben and Mitch as they got to know each other.
·         Non-tourist San Francisco
Instead of having Mitch own only restaurants downtown in SF, I knew that he had started small in a residential area and then when that took off, moved closer to the tourist centers. Finding the right neighborhood for his first restaurant was an interesting challenge. I ended up reading sites and blogs that listed the neighborhoods with commentary about them, like the one at sanfrancisco.com. I figured that not everyone was wealthy in the city, so all I needed was to find the places where the middle class people lived. One of my favorite sites was Thrillist, which had great insights including quotes from people who lived in the neighborhoods.
·         Camping
I knew going into the story that when Ben took Mitch camping near the fictional Lake Rafi in the Sierra Nevada Mountains that a disaster would happen and both men were going to have to get involved in rectifying the situation. Having been camping quite a few times, I knew of some of the problems that could befall even seasoned campers. But I wasn’t sure which disaster fit the story. So I went to the Internet to research camping failures and horror stories. Some of these were pretty funny instead of disasters, and some were just downright creepy. In the end, I built on a story one of my fellow Girl Scout leaders told me.

The worst part of doing the research for a book, as far as I can tell, is that I can spend an entire day pouring through information on the Internet and get absolutely no writing done at all. Do you use the Web for research? If so, what kinds of things do you investigate? And where do you end up finding interesting, useful information?


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Meet the Author

81K35AAJl2L._UX250_Pat Henshaw, author of the Foothills Pride Stories, has spent her life surrounded by words: Teaching English composition at the junior college level; writing book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helping students find information as a librarian; and promoting PBS television programs. 

Pat was born and raised in Nebraska where she promptly left the cold and snow after college, living at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and Northern California. Pat enjoys travel, having visited Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt, and Europe, including a cruise down the Danube. 

Her triumphs are raising two incredible daughters who daily amaze her with their power and compassion. Fortunately, her incredibly supportive husband keeps her grounded in reality when she threatens to drift away while writing fiction.

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Saturday, 23 September 2017

Days Without End by Sebastian Barry



Reading Group Read
301 pages

Blurb

Twice Booker-shortlisted author Sebastian Barry returns with a sensational new novel set in mid-19th Century America, an intensely poignant story of two men and the lives they are dealt.

'Time was not something then we thought of as an item that possessed an ending, but something that would go on for ever, all rested and stopped in that moment. Hard to say what I mean by that. You look back at all the endless years when you never had that thought. I am doing that now as I write these words in Tennessee. I am thinking of the days without end of my life. And it is not like that now...'

Having signed up for the US army in the 1850s, aged barely seventeen, Thomas McNulty and his brother-in-arms, John Cole, go on to fight in the Indian wars and, ultimately, the Civil War.

Orphans of terrible hardships themselves, they find these days to be vivid and alive, despite the horrors they both see and are complicit in.

Moving from the plains of the West to Tennessee, Sebastian Barry's latest work is a masterpiece of atmosphere and language. Both an intensely poignant story of two men and the lives they are dealt, and a fresh look at some of the most fateful years in America's past, Days Without End is a novel never to be forgotten.

Review        

“John Cole was my love, all my love”

I have to be honest and admit that I’m somewhat at a loss as to what to write about this book. The only thing I’m sure about is that I’m intrigued by it for several reasons.

For starters there’s the way ‘Days Without End’ was written. Thomas McNulty is the narrator of this story and we get to hear it in his own, uneducated, voice. And there were moments when his voice drove me up the wall, irritated me. At times, the way in which the story unfolded felt like little more than a rendering of facts and the temptation to skim was almost irresistible. And then there were instances of such vibrant simplicity, that I found myself reading the same sentence or paragraph three or four times in a row, because I couldn’t get enough of it.

“You had to love John Cole for what he chose never to say.”

Reading this book was, to me, almost like reading two stories, the contrast between which was stark.

On one side there is Thomas and John’s military life, fighting both against Indians and in the Civil War. The descriptions of battles and slaughter are brutally honest and vivid, as are Thomas’s feelings about what they have to do.

“We wanted the enemy stilled and destroyed so that we could live ourselves.”

I wouldn’t have missed about half those battles and fights if they’d been left out; after a while they felt like overkill (pun intended). But a different reader may well find that aspect of the book fascinating. Just as other readers may feel less strongly than I did about the second storyline.

I however was mesmerized by the beautiful and understated story of the love between John and Thomas.

“And then we quietly fucked and then we slept.”

Because it is really ‘just’ a story of their love. They don’t encounter any problems. Not while they work as dancing ‘girls’ — when Thomas discovers that he prefers dresses and enjoys being Thomasina — not while they’re in the army, not when they take a young Indian girl under their wing, and not when they return to civilian life. Their love just is. And while the story does once or twice mention the need to be careful and secretive, Thomas and John are never in any danger as a result of their relationship. Used as I am to the MM romance arc, their story was almost anti-climatic and all the more refreshing for it.

Then again, maybe the book is a lot more than those two stories. Maybe it’s the totality of one man’s life; the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful, the brutal and the heartwarming. Thomas doesn’t hide who he is, what he has done, or how he felt about it. Not all of it is beautiful or honourable, but by the end of the book Thomas(ina) had nestled their way into my heart.

See what I mean when I say I don’t know what to say about this book, or how I feel about it?

I do however know that I love the title. ‘Days Without End’; those days when we were young and convinced we would live forever. The days we don’t appreciate until they’re long behind us.

“I am thinking of the days without end of my life. And it’s not like that now.”

Which brings me back to the language in which this book is written. It seems to me that there’s a beautiful conceit to this book. While the language appears to be ungrammatical and simple, this tale is filled with thoughts, observations and ideas that made me stop and think, such as this inspired little gem:

“A man’s memory might have only a hundred clear days in it and he has lived thousands. Can’t do much about that. We have our store of days and we spend them like forgetful drunkards.”

Or this one:
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"His skin is made of the aftermath of smiles.”


So I guess I’ll give this book a very solid four stars. It was a bit too easy for me to put down to give it five stars. But I know without a doubt that this book, this story, and these characters will stay with me for a long time. And that counts for a lot.

Thursday, 21 September 2017

Torn Avenger (A Dark Viking Romance) by Lea Bronsen

Hi, and thank you for hosting me on your blog!

When asked what inspires me to write books, I usually say it’s something I’ve seen or heard, or I’ve been challenged to dig deeply into my imagination and come up with a crazy idea. This time, it was a premade cover. The moment I saw this dark, sensual, slightly homo erotic image of a half-naked man in a fur coat on an exquisitely colored background, I knew it had to be mine. I decided in which historical period to set the story – the obscure, mythical age of the Vikings – and the ensuing process plunged me into an exciting and not so foreign world where everyday heroes lived the same dramas and battled for the same values and desires as we do in modern society. I hope you enjoy the read!  

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  As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn't meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer's death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and strict social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men. 

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head… Unless he's willing to accept the love of another man.  

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After a moment, Alv looked up again and almost gasped from the erotic vision in front of him. While shaving Roeland, he’d only seen his wet, hairy chest and stomach, but the handsome man moved to a kneeling position in the basin and washed his lower body. His stunning maleness made Alv hot and bothered. They had discussed, argued, shared personal details, and apologized to each other, but now, the seriousness of their conversation faded. The sight of Roeland’s cock bathing in white foam between his legs had Alv’s own cock jolt and press painfully against his pants. 

Oh, Roeland attracted him on several levels—mental, emotional, and physical—and Alv longed to discover and develop more of everything with him. Hedin was an exciting lover, but nothing like what Roeland had the potential to be. 

Speaking of Hedin, it’d been a surprise to see him again this morning, right after Elke left. He’d arrived in a terrible mood and refused to excuse his disappearance act. It was outrageous of a slave to come and go like that, but Alv had too much on his mind to think of punishing him. 

For one, he worried about Roeland’s future. He’d inherited part of Father’s wealth, but not his title. After returning to Eðni, he’d claimed to be the only one who could decide of what to do with his brother’s murderer, but it wasn’t true. He had no standing, no support from his fellow citizens. They could choose to kill Roeland if they wanted to—all it took was a word from Mother. It made her idea to have Alv marry Elke and adopt the community’s natural heir that much more important to push through. 

“There’s something we need to talk about,” he said, hoping Roeland wouldn’t oppose to the plan. 

“What?” 

“Normally, I would ask you, but since you’re not in a position to make decisions, I’m just going to tell you.” 

“About what?” Roeland frowned. 

“I’m marrying your sister.” Roeland stood so fast in the basin, water splashed to all sides. He stepped out and leaned into Alv’s face. “Don’t you dare to touch her!” 

“But I’m not…” “Hasn’t she suffered enough?” Roeland bellowed, his dark eyes slit with anger. 

By Thor, he was insanely sexy, standing naked and wet, so near Alv could feel his damp bodily heat, water drippling from his hair and rolling alongside his tanned, chiseled cheeks. Alv couldn’t help hardening more, and needed to focus on the words that came out of Roeland’s luscious mouth to be able to answer. “She has already accepted.”  

About the author


Lea Bronsen


Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and dark erotic romance.  

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Coming Oct. 20

A dark erotic crime ménage by Lea Bronsen
If you like your men dangerous and dirty…
 
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Ruthless drug lord Ricardo “El Loco” Ferrer launders his black money by investing in movie productions. As a teen, he learned to enjoy blow jobs in jail. Now a man of power, his favorite pastime is checking out new acting talent…and convincing them to “please” the team of producers. 

Young wannabe actor Jaden Moore comes to a shady side of town to audition for a movie part. He longs to shine, wants to walk the red carpet with cameras flashing and a crowd cheering. He assures the film director and the investors he’ll do anything to reach the top, but is he willing to comply with their dirty fantasies?  

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Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Waking the Behr (A Foothills Pride Story) by Pat Henshaw - Release Blitz

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Book Title: Waking the Behr (A Foothills Pride Story)

Author: Pat Henshaw

Cover Artist: AngstyG

Genre: contemporary gay romance

Length: 29,689 Words/88 Pages

Release Date: September 20, 2017

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Blurb 

Both Ben and Mitch think they know exactly what they want. Turns out, they don’t even know their own hearts. 

Good old boy Ben has dated women his entire life, while gay nightclub owner Mitch has never considered unsophisticated country boys his type. But after they start hanging out, the small-town contractor and the urban entrepreneur are both stunned by the electricity sparking between them. 

As they step outside their comfort zones to spend time together, Mitch finds he enjoys rural car rallies, and Ben is intrigued by the upscale bars Mitch owns in San Francisco. When they share their lives and grow closer, they start to question the way they’ve always defined themselves. Then they kiss and fling open the door to love. Now they must step up and travel the road that may lead to happily ever after—even if that path isn’t one they ever expected to walk. 

Excerpt 

MEETING A potential client for the first time was usually a mixed bag. As a contractor and partner in Behr Construction, I never knew what I was going to get: a fanciful dreamer, an actual customer, or a combination of both. 

So I was surprised when I opened the door to the gutted restaurant and found a giant of a man twirling Julie Andrews–style. He was grinning like a loon as the light poured over him.

That should have been laughable since he was alone, but he was kickass savoring the moment. Instead of appearing loco, he struck me as a big overgrown Peter Pan. He looked so happy, I had an urge to join him, which gave me a moment of panic because I’m not an old boy who does much dancing or cavorting—in public or in private. 

“Uh, hello? Mr. O’Shea?” 

When he turned toward me, my jaw dropped. I’m sure I musta looked like the village idiot.  

The guy was unbelievably gorgeous. I don’t usually think men are good- or bad-looking. They’re men. Before that moment, I would have said men weren’t my type. But, damn! He was smoking hot. 

He looked about my height—six four or maybe a little taller—and was dressed in a classy three-piece suit with a gleaming tie tack, had one pierced ear, and wore a sparkling watch. His raven hair stood up in a tall buzz cut in front and tapered long enough to curl around his ears in back. 

But what stopped me and turned me to jelly were his wickedly merry eyes and his shit-eating grin. 

He acted like a kid who’d found Santa or the Easter Bunny. 
In the middle of the total disaster of the old Thompson’s steak house, this guy looked like he’d hit the jackpot. 

Fuck me. I’d come to a standstill and was staring at him openmouthed. Since I’m your basic laid-back good old boy, nothing usually bothered me. Now I was poleaxed. He was bewitching. Too hot for somebody like me to handle. 

He’d stopped spinning. Without missing a beat, he strode over to me with his hand held out. In the blink of an eye, he changed from the picture of kidlike excitement to a polished city businessman. 

I stood stock still, wondering what the hell had just happened. Had I hallucinated the twirling around? Maybe it was time to get away from work for a while, take a vacation, maybe go do some fishing. 
“Isn’t this place great?” he greeted me. His voice held a leftover tinge of joy. 

He didn’t look embarrassed or bothered that I’d caught him dancing around like an ass. Up close, he was even more powerfully sexy and self-assured. Face-to-face, his lively, assessing stare unnerved me. His unbridled enthusiasm wrapped around me and lifted me off my feet. 

The guy seemed to be pulling my personality and soul toward him as he decided whether I was friend or foe. Then he grinned even wider, stuck out his hand, grabbed mine, and shook like we were on the verge of becoming tight. Why did I find this move hot as fuck? 

I shook his hand, stunned, and almost wanted to run back to the alley, where I’d left my regular, easygoing self. 

His eyes brightened and his smile turned sexy, as if he’d discovered a delightfully lascivious secret. 

“Mr. Behr? May I call you Ben? I’m Mitchell O’Shea. Call me Mitch.” He squeezed my hand one more time, then dropped it. “Great space here. I’m going to buy it.” 

His hand swept up in an extravagant Vanna White gesture. I was about to tell him he couldn’t afford a vowel, much less a remodel, when he grinned and sucked me in again.

Fuck. Oddly, my body agreed with that sentiment. Why was this happening? To me, of all people. I wasn’t gay. Even a little bit. 

My brothers, Abe and Connor, had come out a while back, but everybody knew I was the straight Behr. I’d been dating girls since I was twelve (but looked sixteen). I wasn’t attracted to guys. Ever. I didn’t go for tall girls, especially ones as huge as me, so why was I attracted to a big man? 

I stepped back and gave him the once-over. My body sure as shit was a little interested. Okay, maybe more than a little. 

Like all the Behrs, I’m tall and squared off. As my grandpa always said, I’m built like a brick shithouse. A brown brick shithouse. Brown hair, brown eyes, brown tan. Nothing exotic about me. 

But this guy? This guy had dark blue eyes flecked with light blue and green. His big body was lithe, with a tapered torso, and he moved like a dancer. He hit me like a gorgeous morsel of urban life. Somebody polished and sophisticated except for a patch of boyish fun. His smile was so engaging, I figured my friends would even like him. 

My buddies had always said I was attracted to bright, shiny things. Was that all this was?

Noise from outside burst my bubble. Mitch O’Shea and I’d been standing too long staring at each other and not talking. 

Through the blush heating up my cheeks, I cleared my throat and shifted uneasily. 

“What can Behr Construction do for you, uh, Mitch?” 

There was no way under God I was asking him what I could do for him. Or to him. Or whatever. I made myself stop overthinking. Just focus. 

His grin grew, embracing me. My prick rose. Dammit. 

“I’d like you to take a look at this place’s structure and tell me if it’s sound enough to remodel. Or should I just raze it and start over again?” His voice had changed to one only board presidents and big money used around us peons. 

I took a shuddering breath. I’d dealt with hundreds of Mitches as a contractor. Estimates and suggestions I could do. 

We both turned to the dismal interior of the former steak house. I cleared my throat, then took a breath.  

“Okay. Sure.” I took a step away from him and looked up at the lung-cancer ceiling. “What do you plan to do with this place?” 

His grin tried to lasso me again, but I was onto him. I met his gaze with a frown. His eyes twinkled in response. Damn him. 

“Well, I own a bunch of clubs in San Francisco, but I’ve always wanted to start a family restaurant, kinda like Chuck E. Cheese’s but not with the costumed characters.” He fucking winked at me. “I want to start a place with an Old West theme, where parents can get a great steak for a reasonable price and kids can play old-fashioned arcade games without their folks watching them the whole time. You know, where families can come and enjoy a night out.” 

Okay, his idea wasn’t as flashy as he looked. I would have thought he’d want more Vegas—bright lights and pink cocktails—while he was thinking more Main Street, America. Thompson’s would be a great place for his vision if the Silver Star gourmet restaurant wasn’t nearby, feeding the rich and famous. 

“Uh, yeah. You did see the place across the street, right?” I thumbed toward the Star. 

He laughed, a hearty bellow of delight. 

“Oh, Chef Adam de Leon won’t be challenged by my little family place. This is a big block. Our clientele won’t overlap at all.” 

I was skeptical. We’d done some work for Adam, but I didn’t really know the guy very well. From what I’d gathered, the celebrity chef didn’t like to be messed with. Ever. Would he want chattering kids and cranky parents cluttering up the street in front of his place? 

I shrugged. “Okay. Whatever. If you give me fifteen to thirty, I’ll have a rundown of what needs to be done and write out a preliminary cost estimate so you can make up your mind.” 

He nodded as I bent my head to get an appraisal sheet and pencil from my shirt pocket.

“Oh, Ben,” he called over his shoulder as he walked away. 

I glanced at him. 

“Mind if we talk about this over lunch?” 

“Sure, no problem.” My dick was on board even if the rest of me was wary. 

“How about I meet you outside? Maybe we could drive somewhere? I bet you’ll want to try out my car.” 

I shrugged again. What’d he have? A Maserati or something? Since I’d come in through the back, I hadn’t seen him drive up. 

But I was more concerned about my reaction to him than his ride. Was it possible to turn gay? Is that what had happened to my brothers and it was just now catching up with me?

Damn. I didn’t know how I felt if that was the case. Maybe being gay was a family thing? 

I waved to him. Then, as I got one last eyeful, I shouted a piece of advice. 

“I’d lose the jacket, vest, and tie if I were you. We’re pretty laid-back around here.” 

If nothing else, he wouldn’t stick out quite as much as he would in the suit. He’d certainly attract the single gay men the way he was dressed. I didn’t need… competition? 

Shit, what was I thinking? 

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Meet the Author 

81K35AAJl2L._UX250_Pat Henshaw, author of the Foothills Pride Stories, has spent her life surrounded by words: Teaching English composition at the junior college level; writing book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helping students find information as a librarian; and promoting PBS television programs. 

Pat was born and raised in Nebraska where she promptly left the cold and snow after college, living at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and Northern California. Pat enjoys travel, having visited Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt, and Europe, including a cruise down the Danube. 

Her triumphs are raising two incredible daughters who daily amaze her with their power and compassion. Fortunately, her incredibly supportive husband keeps her grounded in reality when she threatens to drift away while writing fiction.


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Saturday, 16 September 2017

Dish of the Day by Clare London


55 pages
Buy links: Amazon US | Amazon UK


Blurb

Three men together. Diverse tastes … one common love.

Richie Morton’s sunk all his hopes and savings into a new restaurant in South London promoting British ingredients and recipes. Yet on opening night, it all seems to be heading for disaster. Lost ingredients, manic chefs, no sign of customers … he’s in despair. And where are his best friends Craig and Ben, who’ve been helping him set up the new Venture? The least they could offer is moral support.

When they do eventually step in, though, they offer support of a very different kind. They tell Richie some home truths —— that he pushed himself too much, and must learn to share and trust his life with others. With them, specifically. And then, when Richie’s still unconvinced, the decide to let actions speak for their love instead. They’ll help him relax and dish up a caring, sexy, and far more intimate menu.

Review

Now here is a tasty (pun totally intended) tale. I’m not sure I’ll ever look at hors d’oeuvres, red wine and chocolate dessert in the same way again.

This is the story of Richie who has convinced himself he is nowhere near as accomplished or sophisticated as his two best friends, Craig and Ben. When what is supposed to be the grand opening of his restaurant turns into a disaster, Richie is ‘this’ close to admitting defeat. Before he has the opportunity to surrender to his attack of despair, his friends step in.

All is not quite what it seems; not with the opening night and not with the friendship. Richie has a few lessons to learn and Ben and Craig are all too happy to show him that he is more than good enough, that he doesn’t have to do it all alone, and that together, the three of them can create magic — both professionally and on a far more intimate level. 

And that’s really all I want to say about this story except that I have to add that it is a delightful read, a very steamy story, and that you probably shouldn’t read it while hungry. Clare London writes with a wonderful touch that pulls you into the story and drops you right in the middle of the unfolding tale. If you’re looking for about an hour worth of hot, funny, charming, and tasty you ought to read Dish of the Day.