Today I am so pleased to welcome Anyta Sunday to Joyfully Jay. Anyta has come to talk to us about her upcoming release, Gemini Keeps Capricorn. She has also brought along an exclusive excerpt. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!


Hey guys,

Thank you for hosting me today! I hope you’re in the mood to swing, rock and hop, because I want to share some of Wesley’s favorite dances with you.

Wesley Hidaka, flirtatious Gemini and one of the main characters of my upcoming gay romance, “Gemini Keeps Capricorn”, just loves grinding his hips to his favorite tunes. His go to dance is the Lindy Hop, and I want to share two videos with you that just leave me in awe. The nimbleness is just amazing!

Video 1:

Video 2:

But that’s not all for Wesley – with his love of all things Elvis, he also knows how to dance the rock’n’roll. And damn did the King have some moves – one video that Wesley truly admires is the dance scene from “Jailhouse Rock”:

To send you off, I’ve got an exclusive from the upcoming book for you, and of course it also contains some dancing! Watch Wesley put on a show for his off-limits RA Lloyd… and check out “Gemini Keeps Capricorn” to find out if he can dance his way into Lloyd’s heart!


“So, you know my friend Alcohol I told you about?” Wesley said, trying to keep his tone light on their way back to Lloyd’s. “We’re going to need to pay him a visit.”

Lloyd looked at him sympathetically. “One drink.”



“They better be giant glasses.”

They were a standard tumbler.

Lloyd took out a bottle of vodka from the liquor cabinet and mixed it with Ginger Ale.

Cathy had left them to it, hiking off for an early night to bed, and Lloyd and Wesley had the cozy living room to themselves. The drapes were thick, shutting out the cold from the windows, and Lloyd had unnecessarily made him put on an extra pair of socks.

The first glass curbed the edge of his lingering disappointment. The second curbed it even more.

Wesley had figured out how to work the old dusty stereo in the bookshelf, and classics from the fifties, sixties, and seventies pulsed gently around the room. He gave himself in to dancing, while Lloyd sat on the couch, nursing his drink.

“This is what it looks like to dance out the pain,” Wesley cried as he jumped up and down, spinning and head bopping.

He belted out the lyrics to The Supremes’ You Can’t Hurry Love to Lloyd’s wry grin.  Danced to two more songs, then with the last of his energy he shook his limbs to The Kinks’ You Really Got Me.

He collapsed onto the couch, side jammed against Lloyd’s. He rested his head on Lloyd’s shoulder as he played with his wristband. “See. Dinner’s forgotten.”

Lloyd wrapped an arm around Wesley’s shoulders. They stayed close like that for an entire song, Lloyd’s arm a comforting solid weight. A bit too comfortable. Wesley might fall asleep this way. He whisked out of Lloyd’s arms to the bookshelf where he’d seen a deck of cards.

“Let’s play!” He dropped them onto the coffee table.

“Play what?”

“Strip poker is good.”

Lloyd withdrew the deck and shuffled. “You can just take the socks off if you’re too warm.”

Wesley poked his tongue out and stripped out of the second pair. “I’ll have you know, you missed an opportunity.” He ran a seductive hand down his body. “I’m impressively ordinary.”

“Let’s play for something else.” Lloyd shuffled.

“Another drink!”

“Or . . .”

“I highly doubt your idea can top mine.”

“We play for my birthdate,” Lloyd said. “You win, I tell you it.”

Every fiber of Wesley trained in on Lloyd. He was wrong. Lloyd’s idea topped and surpassed. “Are you serious?”

“When am I not?”

Good point. “Okay, I’ll put in a date, too. Something interesting . . . the day I lost my virginity.”

“Why would I want to know that? No, how about you put in a future date. If I win it, I get to make you runaround as I see fit.”

“Your personal minion? Sounds like fun.”

Lloyd laughed and dealt. Texas Hold’em. He found a small block of paper, wrote on it and tossed it in the middle. “We’ll start with the year.”

Wesley had shitty-McShitty cards. But he wrote down a year too. He met Lloyd’s raise at the flop, the turn, and the river. Finally, they put in the full date. Lloyd revealed his cards. He had two pairs.

“Wait a sec.” Wesley rifled through the deck, found two cards he needed, then resumed the game. “Okay, beat that.” He turned them to show a flush of hearts.

“That’s not . . .” Lloyd sighed. “Fine. You win.”

Wesley cheered, and grabbed the folded paper. “Let’s see this birthdate, then.”

Lloyd sighed but didn’t seem mad in the slightest.

“Eighth of January,” Wesley read aloud. Yeah, right. “You’re fucking with me. When is it?”

Lloyd frowned. He found his wallet and showed Wesley his driver’s license. “Ouch, that photo does not do you—oh, my God. It’s true. The eighth.”

“Is this some Capricorn thing you want to tell me?”

Wesley looked at him incredulously. “Do you not know what the eighth is?”

“I take it I should.”

Wesley started showering cards on him. “It’s Elvis’s birthdate. You have Elvis’s birthdate.” He flung himself back, sprawling like a starfish over the carpet. “You have . . . I can’t even.”

“It’s just a date. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Wesley stared at the slightly swinging lightshade and laughed.

To some this might be a funny coincidence, and for the most part Wesley believed that too, but a part of him thought there was something magical about his best friend sharing the date of his idol.

The Doors’ Light My Fire came on and Wesley rolled to his feet and danced some more. It felt great to dance. Would be better with more space and better speakers, though. “Hey, what are your New Year’s Eve plans?” Wesley asked.

Lloyd finished his drink and collected cards off the floor. “Nothing special. I planned to stay at home and prepare for a busy January schedule.”

“You’re kidding.”

Lloyd wasn’t laughing.

Wesley frowned. “But Glitter. Dancing. Kissing.”

“Was that an invitation?” The flash of hesitation in Lloyd’s gaze made Wesley’s gut clench. It reminded him Halloween. Of Lloyd not being invited.

“Would you come? Despite your streamer-phobia? I promise to hold your hand the entire time.”

Lloyd set the cards back in the bookshelf and Wesley moved to his side with begging, puppy eyes.

“I’m going to be picking glitter off my clothes for weeks afterward, aren’t I?”

“Not just your clothes,” Wesley said. “It gets in all folds and cracks, if you get what I mean.”

“You’re really are a master wordsmith.”

“Promise you’ll come with me?”

Lloyd pretended that relenting was a difficult decision, but Wesley caught a sneaky sparkle of delight in his eye. “Fine. I’ll tag along.”

“Great. We can suck on some mind-expanding lollipops and find the nearest closet . . .”

“There will be no sucking on lollipops or mind-expanding anything.”

Wesley laughed so hard he knocked a CD case off the shelf and caught it against Lloyd’s chest. “No lollipops. No naughty business in the bathrooms. Got it.”

A soft shake of Lloyd’s head. He popped the CD case back and turned off the music. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Nothing fun, by the sounds of it.”


Gemini Keeps Capricorn, book 3 in my sweet & light-hearted gay romance series “Signs of Love”, is out December 18th!


GeminiKeepsCapricon-fSometimes, one stubborn Capricorn is all it takes… to drive Wesley Hidaka to crazy, flirtatious lengths.

Wesley loves annoying his RA Lloyd Reynolds. He just can’t help it. Lloyd is focused, decisive, grounded. He has this amusing ability to follow rules.<

Of course Wesley wants Lloyd to break one… or three hundred.

Sometimes, one smirking Gemini is all it takes… to have Lloyd laying down the law and marching Wesley straight back to his dorm room.

It doesn’t stop Wesley teasing again. And again. And again…

But damn. Lloyd doesn’t crack easily. He’s full of principles. He’s unshakable.

He’s the perfect friend to have when Wesley needs help. Like with his truant brother and his old high school principal.

Sometimes, one little lie is all it takes… to find Wesley fake-engaged to his off-limits RA. 

What can he say? It seemed like a good idea at the time…


AnytaSunday_Author_Photo_smallHeart-stopping slow burn.

Anyta is a big, BIG fan of slow-burn romances. She loves to read and write stories with characters who slowly fall in love.

Some of her favorite tropes to read and write are: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Clueless Guys, Bisexual, Pansexual, Demisexual, Oblivious MCs, Everyone (Else) Can See It, Slow Burn, Love Has No Boundaries.

Anyta writes a variety of stories, Contemporary MM Romances with a good dollop of angst, Contemporary lighthearted MM Romances, and even a splash of fantasy. Her books have been translated into German, Italian and French.

Member of Romance Writers of America.

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