Safe House releases on Monday, September 19th!
To celebrate, Dreamspinner Press has created a bundle sale! If you pre-order Safe House, you receive Tiny House (Buchanan House: Book 3) for $0.99! The sale runs until release day—September 19! This is a true series, so to get the most out of it, be sure to read the books in order.
Preorder your copy of Safe House now from Dreamspinner Press
and receive Book 3, Tiny House, for $0.99!
(Ends Midnight EST 9/18/19)
Remember, Book 2 is free!
Remember, Book 2 is free!
With that in mind, I’ve stocked a Rafflecopter with two chances to win the first book in the series, Buchanan House. Visit any stop on my tour between September 12th and October 1st to enter!
About Safe House
It’s never too late for a new beginning…. Kyle Shimoda is an asshole magnet, has been for as long as he can remember. At forty-seven, he doesn’t see much chance for improving his luck in love. His friends who run Buchanan House, a gay retreat on the central Oregon coast, know he wants to find “someone nice” to settle down with, and they set him up with Officer Brandon Smith. Kyle has a turbulent history with law enforcement, but he can’t deny his attraction to the buff cop.
Brandon has been a police officer in Lincoln City almost since the day he graduated from high school over thirty years ago. He’s cultivated the facade of a serious, disciplined law enforcement officer, but beneath his overdeveloped chest beats the soft heart of a drama queen. A cancer scare shifts Bran’s focus from finding a serious relationship to having as much sex as he can—putting his goals squarely at odds with Kyle’s. If he can’t find the courage to be honest about his feelings for Kyle, the happiness they’ve both been searching for could slip through their fingers.
Meet Brandon in the excerpt below.
This isn’t getting me to work any faster. At least work will be a distraction.
He hurried home and changed into his uniform. His quick spot check in the bathroom mirror turned into a lingering appraisal.
ran an open hand over his chest, not to smooth the impeccable fabric of his
uniform shirt, but to reassure himself that nothing had changed. He grimaced at
his reflection, thinking a little less gray and a little more brown in his hair
might be a nice change. Brandon
During that forty-seven minutes, he would have been happy to trade his broad shoulders for a smaller frame.
Since I’m making empty wishes, I might as well make one for a better-looking face. A face that could attract a handsome young guy like Kyle instead of scaring him half to death.
Bran’s stomach roiled at his own thoughts, and he resolved to not even think the word death again until—unless—he had to. He was tempted to forgo shaving the sandy brown stubble from his face but fell back on the habit, hoping for the comfort a routine could provide, and reached for his electric razor.
Everything seemed to be happening so fast. Less than a week ago he’d gone in for his yearly physical, and now he was waiting for the call that would tell him whether he needed to make another appointment for that week or next year. In the interim he’d been squeezed into a tube and had a biopsy. And relived the worst time in his life over and over, the time when he’d learned about his father’s diagnosis.
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