Welcome to the Riptide Publishing/L. A. Witt blog tour for Rain Shadow, the latest installment in the multi-author Bluewater Bay series!
Series ~ Bluewater Bay #10
Publisher ~ Riptide Publishing
Published ~ 19th October 2015
Genre ~ Contemporary M/M Romance
Jeremy Rose came to Bluewater Bay to work as Anna Maxwell’s bodyguard, not to escape his increasingly bitter relationship with his estranged kids. He just wants to focus on his job and be alone for a while. He’s done with love, especially now that three years after his long overdue divorce, he’s got a front-row seat to the rapid deterioration between Anna and her girlfriend. Cynical doesn’t even begin to describe him.
Then Anna and Leigh’s attempts to reconcile put him in the crosshairs of marriage counselor Scott Fletcher. Scott’s exactly what Jeremy needs right now: gorgeous, hot, horny, single, and 100% uninterested in a relationship. The problem is, too much no-strings-attached sex—and too much time in each other’s company—inevitably builds emotional connection.
Except Jeremy refuses to seek counseling for his broken family, and Scott refuses to get seriously involved with men who work dangerous jobs. They both need to realize they can only hide for so long from the pain they came here to escape. They must face their pasts before they lose their shot at a happy future.
Dr. Vincent stepped out of the back and smiled. “Ladies? You ready?”
Anna and Leigh both rose.
I glanced at the other couple. The man’s eyes widened. The woman scowled.
Yes, people. Lesbians get counseling too.
While Anna and Leigh went back with Dr. Vincent, I buried my nose in my phone. For things like this, I didn’t have to keep Anna in sight. I kept an eye on the waiting area in case anyone shady came wandering in, but Anna had specifically requested privacy for things like doctor’s appointments.
The other couple went back to see their therapist. Another couple came in. No one suspicious coming or going. Same shit, different day.
Toward the end of Anna’s appointment, while I was knee-deep in a silly video game, the door opened.
As I always did when someone entered the room, I looked up.
And damn near dropped my phone.
In a shirt and tie, with no baseball cap and plenty of stubble, Scott stopped dead in his tracks and did a double take. We stared at each other for a second before he recovered. Clearing his throat, he gave me a slight nod of acknowledgment, then quickly turned to the couple sitting on the other side of the waiting room. “Why don’t you two come on back?”
He started to follow them but hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at me. To the couple, he said, “Go ahead and get situated. I’ll be right there.”
They continued down the hall. With his back to me, Scott pulled a card off the business card display and wrote something on it.
Then he turned to me and held out the card. “I meant to give you this the other day.”
I took it. “Oh. Uh—”
“Good to see you again.” He flashed a perfectly professional smile before he disappeared into the back with his patients, leaving me in the empty waiting room with his business card in my hand.
I stared at the door like an idiot. Then I looked at the card.
Scott Fletcher – Marriage & Family Counselor.
Well, that explained why he’d seemed familiar on the eagle tour. I’d seen him on his way in or out of the office several times before, and he’d caught my eye, but not like he had on the bus the other day.
Goddamn it. So he was a snake-oil salesman too? He hadn’t seemed like the type.
And he’d written something on the card, hadn’t he?
I turned it over, and sure enough, he’d scrawled Last appt is over at 6. Below that, a phone number.
I swallowed. Holy . . .
I stared at the closed door. The card. The door again. Was he . . . was he serious?
Meet L.A. Witt
L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn't lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don't tell Lauren. And definitely don't tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut...
Every comment on this blog tour enters you in a drawing for a choice of two eBooks off my backlist (excluding Rain Shadow) and a $10 Riptide Publishing store credit. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on October 24th, and winners will be announced on October 26th. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries.