Today I am so pleased to welcome Lucy Lennox and May Archer to Joyfully Jay. Lucy and May have come to share an exclusive excerpt from their latest release, Liars. They have also brought along a great giveaway Please join me in giving them a big welcome!
Kinder-potamus was a pastel kaleidoscope that smelled like strawberry candy and sounded like a tinny music box lullaby. It was equal parts delightful and horrifying. It was also, conveniently enough, nearly empty.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” I said to the cool blonde behind the counter. “I need your help. I—”
She turned around and blasted me with a high-octane smile. “Welcome to Kinder-potamus! I’m Kelsey. Expectant father or baby shower guest?”
“Uh.” I opened and closed my mouth like a fish. “Neither? The baby’s already born.”
“Ah. So you’ll be needing a gift, then. How old is the precious bundle? Newborn? First birthday? Second birthday?”
“Er.” I shook my head. “I don’t need a gift, exactly. More like—”
“Something for your own little one, then! How old?”
“Around nine months,” I said, bewildered. “I think. But—”
“You think?” Kelsey pursed her lips. “Shouldn’t you know, if you’re the father?”
Wow. It was incredibly annoying when people tried to answer their own questions.
“I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong idea, Kelsey. You see…” I hesitated. “I’m looking for something in the way of an apology baby basket.”
It was Kelsey’s turn to look at me in confusion. “An apology… baby basket.”
“Yes! Mmhmm. Sort of like an apology casserole, but on a larger scale. Something that says ‘I’m sorry things won’t work out, but I still want to support you and the baby.’ I’m thinking something with, like, a soft toy? And maybe also some of the bottles with the good nipples that prevent gas?”
Kelsey’s perkiness evaporated. “You’re breaking up with someone by sending them a baby basket? Seriously?”
“What? Lord, no. Not breaking up! More like…” I coughed lightly. “Saying the relationship will never happen? But with high-quality nipples, to soften the blow? And I’m going to deliver it. In person.”
She tilted her head to study me. “Sir, have you thought this through?”
I sighed. “I promise you, Kelsey, I have thought of hardly anything else in the past day. Can you help me with my nipples? And…” I remembered the day at the courthouse and Diesel saying the baby had only come with one of each accessory. “Do you have a chicken pacifier or two?”
“Sir, we only sell pacifiers for babies,” Kelsey said faintly.
I ignored her. “And one of those nondescript black diaper bags for dads? Oh, and maybe some board books? And some teethers? Some butterfly pajamas?”
By the time we were done, my order rang in at just under eight hundred dollars, and Kelsey had to haul it all to the back room so she could find a basket big enough to contain it. But unlike when I’d borrowed Miss Sara’s kitchen to make my apology casserole, buying the apology baby basket only made me feel worse; every squeeze pouch of organic baby food I’d selected had been a reminder that I was telling Diesel “no.”
Which was possibly why apology baby baskets were not a thing.
Parrish Partridge’s True Facts:
There’s nothing hotter than a tall, gruff, bewildered, tattooed mountain of a man cuddling a sweet, orphaned baby, so you can tell yourself that you’ll resist him…
But that’s a lie.
And when that man asks you to do him a favor and pretend to be his very temporary, very fake fiance to help him get custody of that adorable baby, you can pretend you know better than to say yes…
But that’s a lie, too.
And when you actually get to know your kind, strong, pullet-loving prince of a fiance, and all his crazy, lovable, meddling neighbors, you can tell yourself you’re not really falling for Diesel Church and the town of Licking Thicket…
But that might be the biggest lie of all.
After enjoying creative writing as a child, Lucy didn’t write her first novel until she was over 40 years old. Her debut novel, Borrowing Blue, was published in the autumn of 2016. Lucy has an English Literature degree from Vanderbilt University, but that doesn’t hold a candle to the years and years of staying up all night reading tantalizing novels on her own. She has three children, plays tennis, and hates folding laundry. While her husband is no shmoopy romance hero, he is very good at math, cooks a mean lasagne, has gorgeous eyes, looks hot in his business clothes, and makes her laugh every single day.
Lucy hopes you enjoy sexy heroes as much as she does. Happy reading!
May is an M/M author who lives in Boston. She spends her days raising three incredibly sarcastic children, finding inventive ways to drive her husband crazy, planning beach vacations, avoiding the gym, reading M/M romance, and occasionally writing it. She also writes MF romance as Maisy Archer.
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