Hello everyone! Today I am so pleased to welcome back author Heidi Belleau! Heidi is here to to talk to us more about her release, Straight Shooter, the latest in her Rear Entrance Video series.  Heidi has brought along an excerpt and a great giveaway.  So please join me in giving her a big welcome!

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Hello hello! I’m Heidi Belleau, and welcome to the Riptide Books “Straight Shooter” blog tour! Straight Shooter is the third (and final?) novel in my Rear Entrance Video series, and is the story of roommate Austin, a homophobic hockey player with a kinky secret . . . and the Dominant porn star who helps him get his act together. For the next two weeks, I’ll be hopping blog to blog giving you an inside look at the novel . . . and also giving away a prize! Read on for details! Thanks to Joyfully Jay and to all of you for tuning in!

Today on the tour I’m here with an excerpt from the book: Austin and Liam’s first meeting. Well, Liam’s seeing Austin for the first time, anyway . . .


Austin slumped forward onto the counter and pillowed his head on his arms as his eyes drifted shut. He was so exhausted, he couldn’t summon up the will to be revolted or ashamed when visions of Master Puck took shape in the darkness. No Danny Domino here. No pretenses, no sets, no soundtracks. Only Austin, buck-ass naked, bare in more ways than one. And Master Puck, standing over him, looming, speaking, saying—

“Are you guys open?”

Austin startled awake, looked up, caught a glimpse of the guy standing across the counter, and nearly jumped out of his skin.

Master Puck. Master Puck—the fucking Master Puck, man of Austin’s dreams/nightmares—was standing across from him in jeans and a leather bomber jacket. Smiling.

Act normal. Act normal. Act like he’s just another customer and you’ve never seen him naked and you’ve never jerked off to the thought of him stuffing his dick down your throat and making you cry.

Austin flicked his tongue over his dry lips. Shook his head hard. “Yeah. Sorry. We are. Had a late night last night”—jerking off to you and then punishing myself for it— “and I guess I must have been more tired than I thought. Can I, uh, help you?”

Puck definitely wasn’t fooled by Austin’s so-called “normal” act, but at least he seemed charmed by it instead of weirded out or—God forbid—predatory. Last thing Austin needed was for Puck to clue into his weaknesses like a wolf picks out the weakest deer and then strikes.

And what the hell was Austin thinking, coming up with something like that? Sure, the guy was a deviant, but that didn’t mean he was some kind of sex criminal prowling for vulnerable boys.

Although a very insistent part of Austin really kinda wished he was.

“Actually, you can . . .” Puck trailed off in a way that begged Austin to finish his sentence with a name.

“Austin,” he provided, and couldn’t help the little thrill he got at doing what Puck wanted.

Puck extended a hand to him across the counter, and Austin was compelled to reach out and shake it. He just had to hope his palm wasn’t too sweaty. Puck’s shake was powerful but not painful. Confident but not overcompensating. “Liam Williams.” He let go of Austin’s hand with an exasperated but good-natured smile. “And yes, that means my legal name is William Williams. I’m the co-owner of Mischievous Pictures.” He produced a business card, which Austin took. Right there at the top: Owner, Professional Dominant. Liam Williams and Master Puck getting equal billing. “You guys have a couple of our titles, I believe?”

Austin leaned back in his chair and stroked his chin, making a show of trying to remember. “Mischievous Pictures, Mischievous Pictures . . . Gay BDSM, right? I’m not sure . . .”

That act seemed to go over as well as the first, because Liam smiled knowingly, eyes twinkling. “I’d hope you would, seeing as you’ve got a poster of me on your wall.”

“A poster?” Austin squeaked, and turned.

It hit him like a two-hundred-pound enforcer nailing him with a body check.

The poster of the naked man depicted from nipples to hips. The one in profile with the massive, curving erection. Austin hadn’t allowed himself to look closely enough to notice it before, but the head of the guy’s cock had a thick, imposing ring through it, exactly like the one he remembered Danny Domino slavering over.

Austin turned to face Liam again, face so hot you could probably cook an egg on it.

“That, uh, that, that—”

“Is me, yeah. Well, it’s my dick, technically. You want me to sign it?”

“S-sign? It?” Austin squeaked. “Your dick?”

Liam raised his eyebrows, obviously fighting a smile. “The poster of my dick, yeah.”

Oh. Well, fuck. “Why would I— How could I—possibly— want that? You think I want that? Do I look like a—like a fan of yours?”

Now Liam did laugh, and it was obvious Austin’s offended act had missed the intended mark by a mile, hitting pathetically funny instead of insulting. “Whoa, kid,” Liam said, showing Austin his palms. “Cool it with the doth protesting too much, okay? I thought it’d be nice for the store.”

Kid? Austin thought hysterically, way too flustered to speak by this point. God, how could something be so very equally insulting and arousing? He was an adult man who could give and take hits on the ice and drink a two-four and fuck women until they screamed. He wasn’t a kid. Especially not this guy’s kid.

Master Puck’s kid.?

Down boy, he scolded his dick.

“So that’s a no?” Liam prompted, a little more gently than before.

Austin flapped a hand dismissively. “No. I mean no. No, it’s not a no. Look, sign the poster if you want. My manager will probably love it.” That’s if I don’t tear the thing down to hide under my mattress for lonely nights.

“Cool,” Liam said. “You got a marker or something? It’ll stand out better than a ballpoint pen.”

“Yeah, uh, one sec.” Austin bent over and rooted through his gym bag, searching for the black permanent marker he usually had in the side pocket. And of course found the DVD case for STRAIGHT SUB SETUP 3 first. He pulled his hand back like he’d burnt himself, took a quick look to make sure Liam hadn’t seen—he hadn’t, or if he had, he was tactful enough to pretend he hadn’t—and then finally found the marker. He put it into Liam’s hand.

“Thanks,” Liam said, and stepped around the counter so that he was standing behind it, right in Austin’s space. He didn’t usually get this close to other guys unless he was fighting them for the puck. Or they were on an overfull bus, he supposed. Man, Liam smelled way better up close than the guys he usually came into contact with. “So is it the same manager?”


“Is it the same manager as before? I like the remodel, by the way. Nice to have a queer store. Double nice when they’re renting out my stuff. God bless people who still pay for porn, right?” He had an easy, kind-of-lopsided smile. There was a little scar knitted through his lower lip.

“Oh, yeah. Same manager. Some stuff went down with one of our employees and the manager got a gay girlfriend, so she decided she didn’t want this to be a normal porn store anymore.”

Liam turned on him, eyebrow raised in an undeniably judgmental way. “Normal?” he asked, all but doing the bunny ears around the offending word.

“Sorry. Straight. I guess gay is normal to you guys.”

The judgmental expression shifted into something predatory and kind of naughty. “‘You guys’? Well, that’s a fraction better than ‘you people’ I guess, so I’ll give you a couple points for trying. But what makes you think I’m g-a-y?”

Austin nodded toward the poster. “That? And the fact that you just spelled out g-a-y?”

“Aw, bless. Only gay guys do gay porn? You are adorable, Austin. A perfect unspoiled flower of straightness in a vast wilderness of cocksucking weeds.”

“So . . . what, you’re straight? Straight but pretending to be gay?” Not like the poor saps in your videos, straight but tricked into doing gay stuff and loving it.

“We in the biz call that ‘Gay for Pay,’ but no, I’m not straight.” Liam’s explanation was mostly patient, though judging by his expression the guy was obviously feeling pretty smug about his superior gay porn knowledge. “Except I’m not gay, either.”

Austin’s first reaction must have been a look of blank confusion, because Liam added, “Bisexual. You know, like ’em different from me, like ’em the same as me.”

Oh. Right. Duh. Bisexual was a thing. Austin knew that. Of course he did. “Well I’m straight.” God, did that come out a little too forceful? Judging by Liam’s reaction—another lift of his eyebrows—yes.

And yet, when Liam spoke, it was without any trace of sarcasm or disbelief or judgment or any of it. “I believe you, kid.”

Austin stared at him, unable to control the weird squeeze in his chest, the urge to smile like a kid watching his dad score a goal in the final few minutes of the last period. “Thank you,” he said softly, and though he knew it was sappy, couldn’t help but add on, “Really.”

And he meant it.

About Straight Shooter

Straight ShooterThis macho jock has a crooked little secret.

College hockey player Austin Puett is in trouble. Unless he starts treating his flamboyantly gay roommate with respect, he’ll lose his room and his job at Rear Entrance Video. But Austin’s got a not-so-straight secret of his own: nothing turns him on more than insults implying he’s gay—even though he’s definitely not!—and all his old coping methods have stopped working.

Pure desperation drives him to rent a Mischievous Pictures porn flick about straight men tricked into servicing Puck, a male dominant. Instead of letting off steam, though, it just leaves him craving more, more, more, and suddenly, Austin finds himself at Mischievous Pictures Studios for an audition. After all, you can be Gay For Pay and still be straight . . . right?

But meeting Liam Williams, the real person behind Puck, confuses Austin even more. Liam really seems to like him as a person, and Austin likes him back. And while Gay For Pay’s okay, what does it make Austin if he still wants Liam when the cameras aren’t rolling?

About the Author

Heidi Belleau was born and raised in small town New Brunswick, Canada. She now lives in the rugged oil-patch frontier of Northern BC with her husband, an Irish ex-pat whose long work hours in the trades leave her plenty of quiet time to write. She has a degree in history from Simon Fraser University with a concentration in British and Irish studies; much of her work centered on popular culture, oral folklore, and sexuality, but she was known to perplex her professors with papers on the historical roots of modern romance novel tropes. (Ask her about Highlanders!) Her writing reflects everything she loves: diverse casts of characters, a sense of history and place, equal parts witty and filthy dialogue, the occasional mythological twist, and most of all, love—in all its weird and wonderful forms. She also writes queer-flavoured M/F as Heloise Belleau.


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