Today I am so pleased to welcome L.A. Witt to Joyfully Jay. L.A. Witt has come to share an exclusive excerpt from her latest release, Just Drive. She has also brought along a great giveaway. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!
“So, um . . . that club where I picked you up the other day. You go there a lot?”
Paul seemed to relax a bit, like he was relieved by the subject change. Settling back against the pillows, he absently ran a hand along my arm. “That was my first time there, actually. You?”
“I’ve only been there once.” I wrinkled my nose. “Wasn’t all that impressed.”
“Neither was I.” His eyes shifted toward me, and he grinned. “But then, I was kind of distracted.”
Goose bumps prickled my back, not to mention my forearm where his fingers were trailing back and forth.
“So which of the clubs do you like?” he asked. “Any of them?”
“Backdoor Bob is a good one.”
“Really?” His fingers stopped, and he eyed me. “That one seemed like kind of a dump.”
I shook my head. “It’s old and rundown, but it’s got a pretty good crowd after about ten.”
“I would not have guessed.”
“And fair warning—they do not water down the drinks.”
“Good to know.” He smirked. “Pretty sure they don’t pour them as strong as they do in some ports overseas.”
“I thought the ports watered them down.”
“Some. But not all. Definitely not all. When you order a Long Island Iced Tea, and it’s almost completely clear?” Paul laughed. “You better drink it slow or you will be fucked up.”
“Sounds like my kind of place.”
“Well.” My cheeks burned. “I don’t drink that heavily. But man, if I’m going to fork over twelve bucks for a drink, it better be strong.”
“I am completely with you on that.” He paused. “Hmm. Now you’ve got me curious about that club, though.”
Weirdly, a pang of jealousy caught me right in the chest. Why was I jealous? So we’d slept together a few (dozen) times?
Then, with a mischievous grin, he added, “Except that seems like an awful long way to go just to get one drink and then call you.” He winked.
I shivered. “You could always save time and money by having me take you down there in the first place.”
“What’s the point of that?” He reached up and drew me down to him. “By the end of the night, I’m going to be begging you to fuck me whether we’re here or in Flatstick.” He brushed his lips across mine. “Might as well stay in Anchor Point, you know?”
“I am so not going to argue with that.” I kissed him, and suddenly clubs and drinks didn’t need to be discussed any further.
For Sean Wright, driving a cab in the tiny Navy town of Anchor Point isn’t an exciting job . . . until he picks up just-dumped Paul Richards. A drive turns into a walk on the pier, which turns into the hottest hookup Sean’s had in ages.
After a long overdue breakup, Paul can’t believe his luck. Of all the drivers, he’s picked up by the gorgeous, gay, and very willing Sean. Younger guys aren’t usually his thing, but Paul can’t resist.
One taste and neither man can get enough . . . right up until they realize that Paul is Sean’s father’s commanding officer and the last man Sean should be involved with.
With two careers on the line, their only option is to back off. It’s not easy, though; the sex and the emotional connection are exactly what both men have been craving for a long time. But Paul has devoted twenty-four years to his career and his dream of making admiral. If he’s caught with Sean, that’s all over. He has to choose—stay the course, or trade it all for the man who drove off with his heart.
Just Drive is now available from Riptide Publishing! http://riptidepublishing.com/titles/just-drive
L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don’t tell Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut . . .
Connect with L.A.:
- Website: www.gallagherwitt.com
- Author Blog: gallagherwitt.blogspot.com
- Personal Blog: navywifeadventures.blogspot.com
- Twitter: @GallagherWitt
- Facebook: facebook.com//L-A-Witt-MM-Fiction
- Goodreads: goodreads.com/GallagherWitt
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