Today I am so pleased to welcome Casey Cox to Joyfully Jay. Casey has come to share an exclusive excerpt from a new release, Forecast. Please join me in giving a big welcome!




“Are you okay?” Hudson asked, picking up on my agitation.

If it were up to me, I’d shave my whole damn head like he had. I really wasn’t into superficial things like the length of my freaking hair, but I knew it had to be done. It only mattered to me because it would help me get that promotion.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Hudson said as he gently grabbed my arm to stop me from picking at my hair like a deranged seagull. “What’s the matter, Liam?”

I threw the mirror away. I couldn’t believe it, but I was fighting back tears.

“Your hair looks fine,” Hudson said, his green eyes wide and sincere. “You look amazing just the way you are.”

I ignored the fluttering in my heart and looked at him.

“It needs to be higher,” I said, not liking the petulant quality in my voice. “Testing says it needs to be higher.”

“Testing?” he asked. His brows arched as he studied my face intensely.

“Focus groups, you know?” He nodded, but still looked as confused and concerned as before. “Plus it’s in my contract. It’s in everyone’s contract. All on-air male talent have to have a hair length between three and five inches. We even have a production meeting every Monday to measure our hair.”

“You do?” he asked. There was curiosity in the way he said it, but no judgment.

I nodded as I let out a deep sigh and turned to face him. “When was the last time you saw a guy on the news that didn’t have amazing three-to-five-inch hair?”

Why was I telling him all of this? What was I expecting him to do?

“Hmpf,” he said as he scuttled toward me. “I guess you’re right. I’ve never even thought about it before. Good thing a career in the media never interested me.”

He kept getting closer until his thigh pressed against mine. What was he doing?

“Well, if we need to get you looking a certain way…” He ran his thick fingers through my hair, holding it up in place. “Then let’s get you looking a certain way.”

Relief washed over me as I looked into his eyes. Relief mixed with…something else.

“But just between you and me,” he said, continuing to play with my hair. “I think you look kind of perfect just as you are.”

A warm feeling flooded my insides.

“There,” he said after a few moments of styling. He grabbed the mirror that I had thrown away, and handed it to me. “Better?”

I looked at my reflection and had to blink twice. He had done it. Somehow he had made my stubbornly uncooperative hair manage to stay up and look…good. Damn good.

“Thank you,” I said as I placed my hand on his lap.

He lifted my hand up to his mouth and gave it a gentle kiss. It didn’t stop the fiercest of searing heats shooting through my entire body. Then his eyes widened and he quickly returned my hand to my lap.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” he said, clearing his throat and looking straight ahead.

“No, it was great,” I said.

He turned to look at me.

“It was?” he asked.

I was shocked at the softness in his voice and the gentleness of his face. Especially considering that he looked like the kind of guy who wouldn’t hesitate to snap someone in two if they so much as looked at him the wrong way.

“Yes,” I said with a nod. “It adds to the believability. I mean, we are trying to pretend that we’re on a date, right?”

For a moment, he looked crushed. But then that look––whatever it was––disappeared.

“Good,” he said, clearing his throat. “That’s exactly what I was going for.”


Forecast: (noun)

A calculation or estimate of future events, especially coming weather.
See also: Liam “I’m Always Right” Wright.

Not your typical Daddy. Not your typical boy.
Not your typical fake relationship.

Hudson Madden looks like the kind of guy you don’t want to piss off—he’s a walking wall of muscle, brightly tatted ink up both arms, and low grunts. But underneath it all, he’s a gentle giant. One who can’t find what he wants because of the assumptions people make:

He must be an alpha.
He must be a dominant Daddy.
He must be looking for a sweet, passive boy.

The truth is more complicated. Haunted by memories of a former lover, and interested in exploring types of sex that aren’t easily defined, Hudson is happy to harbour his innocent crush on the local weatherman.

Until said weatherman crush walks into Hudson’s gym and turns his life upside down.

Liam “I’m Always Right” Wright. It might be a cute catchphrase, but when it comes to love, Liam is always wrong.

Liam hasn’t got time for love. He’s got his sights set on the big time, becoming a prime time meteorologist on a major national TV station. He’ll do anything it takes to get the promotion, even if it means entering into a fake relationship to improve his chances.

A quick-fix, no-mess solution.

So why does it feel so right when Hudson looks at him, spends time with him, and gets to know him in a way that no one ever has?

Will Hudson be able to break down his walls and let Liam in? And when forced to choose between his career and love, will Liam be able to make the right choice?


Forecast is a Daddy-lite fake relationship MM romance featuring a gentle giant of a Daddy, and an ambitious weatherman.

Come along for the ride and enjoy some crazy/sexy/cool shenanigans involving tantra, multiple orgasms, a heartfelt list of 18 favorite things, a crew of sassy friends, lots of LOLs, and all the feels on the way to a heartwarming HEA.

Forecast is the third book in the 99 Daddies series. Each book in the series will contain overlapping characters and storylines, so you may enjoy them more by reading them in order.


99 Daddies is a hilarious, entertaining, and heartwarming contemporary / new adult Daddy/boy MM romance series.

Escape to Daylesford, the (fictional) Daddy capital of America. If you love steamy and complex Daddy/boy dynamics, May-December gay romances with a twist, sweet and sassy MM age gap romances—and chasing those guaranteed HEAs—you’ll love it here.

So come along and meet the 99 Daddies of Daylesford. Who will be YOUR favorite?


Casey Cox is devoted to delighting readers with sassy, sweet and sometimes steamy tales of gorgeous, good-hearted and complex men chasing their HEA.

Casey lives on the east coast of Australia, loves the beach and is a proud paw-parent to two utterly adorable French Bulldogs named Ralphie and Lilly.  Find out more on Casey’s Website.

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