Today we are thrilled to welcome Rhys Ford back to Sinfully on her Hanging the Stars (Half Moon Bay #2) blog tour. She’s brought along an exclusive holiday story and giveaway so have a look and enjoy!
Thank you for following the Hanging The Stars blog tour! I was very excited to return to Half Moon Bay and well, deliver West Harris his comeuppance. For this tour, I wanted to share a bit about the relationships the characters have with one another and just a bit of every day stuff as they prepare for their Christmas holiday.
As I am sure many of you are preparing for your holidays.
I’m going to keep this short and sweet because well… there’s a bit of story beneath this. But I do hope you stop by Half Moon Bay and catch up with West as a bit of his past returns in the form of Angel Daniels…the one man who broke his heart and took the pieces with him.
And be sure to enter this blog’s Hanging The Stars giveaway! The winner gets a $25 dollar gift certificate to the online vendor of their choice!
Half Moon Holiday 5
“What the living hell are those?” Justin pursed his mouth in disgust. “And what’s that smell? It’s like a candle shop threw up in here.”
For a best friend, the lanky redhead wasn’t the most supportive of people but Angel adored the proto-Viking anyway. He was good in a pinch and adored Roman nearly as much as Angel did. In a lot of ways Justin was as much a brother to him as the one Angel’s father dumped on his door, especially when it came to voicing his opinions as loudly and emphatically as he could.
“These are gingerbread snowflakes and the smell is called spices. I just haven’t decorated them yet so don’t be a dick.” He carefully pulled out another cookie sheet from the bakery’s ancient rotating oven. “And they’re hot so don’t touch them. I’m trying to keep up with the Christmas rush. Sold out of everything I made yesterday but I’m kind of scared to make more. Suppose everyone who wanted cookies got theirs already.”
“Ange, pretty sure you could serve them baked cow shit and tell them its meringue and they’ll buy it.” Justin hitched himself up onto the sink counter, ignoring Angel’s hissed warning. “Please, there’s no food being made over here. You just keep your Slytherin expressions over there. I’ve got gossip.”
“You’ve always got gossip. You’re a stylist.” The salted butter was nearly softened by the looks of it and if he hurried, he could get the first batch of shortbread made and in the oven before Rome got home. “You going to work today? Or are you just passing through? I could use a hand bagging these when they’re cool.”
“I won’t even punch in to do it. Just buy me dinner.” Justin swung his long legs, his heels striking the counter’s steel post. “Aren’t you even curious about the gossip?”
“Will it help me sell more cookies?”
“All work and no play makes Angel cranky.” Justin’s booming laughter filled the Pizza Shack Bakery’s kitchen. “It might. It’s about the asshole trying to force you to sell the parking lot to him.”
“That asshole is my landlord and I kind of work for him a little bit, remember?” Angel reminded him. “He owns the motel I’m the super for? You know, the guy you complain to because you broke your window trying to kill a spider?”
“A motel which is attached to the parking lot you own. Seriously, Ange, and don’t take this wrong but the old lady should have given you the whole thing instead of this shack and a parking lot.” His legs stilled and Justin’s expression sobered. “Sorry, I know you liked her. She was an awesome lady and yeah, she helped you get this place going but she knew her grandson was an asshole. She should have known he’d try to fuck you over eventually.”
“So far, none of this is going to help me sell cookies,” he pointed out. “Look, I’m not selling. The dickwad he’s got in charge of the development project is just going to have to wait until I’m on my feet before I even think about selling the lot. We don’t need another fifty condos in Half Moon…okay, maybe we do… I don’t know but right now, I need to stay put for Roman so all of that crap is just noise.”
“Who? The dickwad running the project?” Angel’s brain scrambled to picture the autocratic asshole who’d been stomping through his life ever since someone at Harris Investments decided the motel needed tearing down for new condos. Problem was, they needed the land Lang’s grandmother deeded to Angel to complete the project and he had no intention of selling. “I don’t think he’s gay.”
“Not him. Lang’s brother. West.” Justin grinned smugly. “So I was thinking maybe one of us can go talk to him. Reach out. Hell, even Lang might—”
“I know he’s gay. He’s my ex.” Angel shut Justin down with a shake of his head. “Mostly my ex. We were kids. I talked to you about this. It went bad. Really bad and I don’t think the guy I hooked up with that summer is even inside of West anymore.”
“Shit, he’s the Harris you were talking about?” His friend’s playful banter softened and Justin hopped off of the counter. “I always thought it was Lang. You said you had it bad back then so I thought… well, you hooked up with the human one.”
“Yeah, Lang does nothing for me.” The butter was definitely ready and Angel began unwrapping the blocks then plopping them into a bowl to be cut into the dry ingredients. “I like him and everything but he doesn’t tickle my buttons.”
“Besides, he’s Deacon’s.” Justin’s sigh was a thoughtful, mournful wheeze. “God that man’s fucking hot. So nothing at all with Lang? I mean they’re identical twins, right?”
“Yeah but… nope, not even a blip.” Angel grinned. “Kind of like you and me. We’re just better off friends.”
“So here’s the big question, maybe Mister I-Own-Everything Harris is still carrying a torch for you and this whole shut down the motel thing is kind of his way of lashing out?” Justin began washing his hands in the sink, frothing suds up between his fingers. “Maybe talking to him would be good. You guys can sit down, reminisce, then you can talk some sense into him, so you can explain to him why Rome needs to stay in one place for a while…why he needs a home.”
“Justin, as much as I love you, you’re cracked in the head,” Angel snorted, reaching for the flour he’d left on the work table. “West Harris probably doesn’t even remember I’m alive. So no, no reaching out. No trying anything. You don’t argue sentiment with someone who doesn’t have a heart and there isn’t enough roast beast in all of Whoville to get me to even try.”
Hanging the Stars (Half Moon Bay #2)
Publisher ~ Dreamspinner Press
Published ~ 5th December 2016
Genre ~ Contemporary M/M Romance, Mystery
Angel Daniels grew up hard, one step ahead of the law and always looking over his shoulder. A grifter’s son, he’d learned every con and trick in the book but ached for a normal life. Once out on his own, Angel returns to Half Moon Bay where he once found…and then lost…love.
Now, Angel’s life is a frantic mess of schedules and chaos. Between running his bakery and raising his troubled eleven-year-old half-brother, Roman, Angel has a hectic but happy life. Then West Harris returns to Half Moon Bay and threatens to break Angel all over again by taking away the only home he and Rome ever had.
When they were young, Angel taught West how to love and laugh but when Angel moved on, West locked his heart up and threw away the key. Older and hardened, West returns to Half Moon and finds himself face-to-face with the man he’d lost. Now, West is torn between killing Angel or holding him tight.
But rekindling their passionate relationship is jeopardized as someone wants one or both of them dead, and as the terrifying danger mounts, neither man knows if the menace will bring them together or forever tear them apart.
Meet Rhys Ford
Rhys Ford is an award-winning author with several long-running LGBT+ mystery, thriller, paranormal, and urban fantasy series and was a 2016 LAMBDA finalist with her novel, Murder and Mayhem. She is published by Dreamspinner Press and DSP Publications.
She’s also quite skeptical about bios without a dash of something personal and really, who doesn’t mention their cats, dog and cars in a bio? She shares the house with Yoshi, a grumpy tuxedo cat and Tam, a diabetic black pygmy panther, as well as a ginger cairn terrorist named Gus. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird and enjoys murdering make-believe people
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Hanging the Stars Blog Tour Stops
Nov 30: It’s About the Book (http://itsaboutthebook.com/)
Dec 1: Boy Meets Boy (www.boymeetsboyreviews.com)
Dec 2: Love Bytes (http://lovebytesreviews.com/)
Dec 3: Prism Alliance (http://www.prismbookalliance.com/)
Dec 4: Sinfully Gay Romance (http://sinfullymmbookreviews.blogspot.com/)
Dec 5: The Novel Approach (http://thenovelapproachreviews.com/)
Dec 7: Joyfully Jay (http://joyfullyjay.com/)