Today I am so pleased to welcome Lane Hayes to Joyfully Jay. Lane has come to talk to us about her latest audio release, Next Season. She has also brought along a great giveaway. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!

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Exclusive Excerpt

We cleaned up as best we could with the napkins he’d found in his console, grinning like pirates as we buttoned up, rezipped, and headed to Elmwood. We sang along to a classic rock station in between random conversations about topics like: What’s your favorite number? Did you grow up with pets? If you could have any wild animal as a pet, what would it be? Weird answers only.

We’d each grown up with dogs and wanted to own one in the future. 

“A trip to the local shelter will be the first thing on my list when I retire,” I announced. “And for my-wild-animal-it’ll-never-happen pet, I choose a hippo.”

“A hippopotamus? Why? They’re not cute or fierce. Do they do anything special?”

I think they’re kinda cute. And I have no idea what the fuck they do. It was just the first outlandish animal that popped into my mind. They’re huge and they like to chill out in water. That’s all I know. What’s yours?” I asked as the steeple for St. Finbarr’s came into view.

“A baboon. They’re aggressive for no particular reason and their asses are always out, ready to moon my foes at my command. I’ll name him Bartholomew and call him Bart.”

“You win. That’s ridiculous.” I snorted. “Favorite number. No, wait. Let me guess…”

“Sixty-nine,” we said in unison, bursting into laughter. 

Nope. It wasn’t particularly funny, but it was fun. 

He was fun…and silly and sexy. And he fucking rocked my world. I felt lighthearted and centered in a way I never did off the ice. 

It was almost cruel that this—whatever we were doing…would end soon. I’d be gone in less than a month, and he might not even be in Elmwood when I returned next summer for the youth hockey camp—assuming Vin wanted my help. 

I didn’t want to future-trip, though. I simply wanted to revel in the moment—the deep rumble of his voice, his smiling eyes, his casual grip on the steering wheel, the faint melody playing in the background, and streetlights lining Main Street as we drove into town. 

I ran my fingers along the seam of my jeans, wiggling to relieve my aching ass. I was sore all over from being stretched and filled. I could feel his cum inside me and something told me that should have grossed me out, but it didn’t. Not even a little bit. I wanted to do it all over again, stat, so I could feel him all day tomorrow and the next day…and the next. 

Was I greedy? Yes, definitely. I couldn’t help it. 

I hated knowing that none of this was meant to last.


Blurb

next season audio coverThe Elmwood Stories, Book 2

The injured hockey player and the grumpy chef…

Riley

My time playing pro hockey will be up soon. I can feel it. And I’ve heard the rumors: he’s too old, he’s had too many injuries, he’s lost his edge. I don’t want to admit it, but they could be right. Next season might be my last.

Or this season. Because of course, this is when the universe decides I need another concussion. It’s a doozy too—the kind that’s going to keep me off skates for a while.

Which is how I end up in a small New England town in the middle of nowhere Vermont, eating every meal at a diner where a grumpy chef from Quebec makes haute cuisine…and burgers. Jean-Claude is funny and charming and—

Okay, I have a crush on a gay man.

This is a new one.

Jean-Claude

Confused straight men are entertaining. But Riley is…fascinating, sexy, and curiously vulnerable. His injury has rocked his confidence a bit, so perhaps he’s in need of a friend. Any friend. Even moi.

I’m an unlikely choice, but maybe he just likes my tuna salad.

No…I think it’s me.

And though I’m happy to help him explore his bisexual curious side, I have career concerns of my own. See, the things I love most about Elmwood seem shaky and uncertain, but not Riley. He’s solid and genuine. Suddenly, this temporary secret liaison feels more real than anything in my life.

I need more than this season. I want it all. With Riley.

Next Season is an MM bisexual-awakening romance featuring a grumpy chef, an injured hockey player, and a big HEA in a small town where anything can happen.


Bio

lane hayes bio photoLane Hayes loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. She loves wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and her fabulous pup, George.

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Giveaway

To celebrate the release of Next Season, Lane is giving away the Winner’s choice of an audiobook or ebook of your choice from her published works! Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for your chance to win!

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