Friday, July 14, 2017

Blog Tour: Lying Eyes by Robert Winter. Includes Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway.


We are thrilled to welcome Robert Winter to Sinfully as he celebrates the release of his novel Lying Eyes. Go check it out!



Exclusive Excerpt

Late on Sunday night after Randy closed the bar, he and Danny were settled in front of the TV with takeout Chinese when Randy’s cell phone went off. The ring tone was Joan Jett and the Blackhearts’ song “Black Leather,” and Randy scrambled out of his chair because he knew what that particular ring signified. The screen of his phone showed three-thirty in the morning.

“Mother fuck,” he swore under his breath as he read the display.

Danny sat up straight in the chair across which he’d been sprawled. “What’s going on?”

“Someone’s trying to break into Mata Hari.” Randy’s phone rang again; his alarm company this time. He confirmed that the alarm was real, and asked the company to tell the police he would meet them at the bar. He called to Danny, “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” before hustling out the door, donning his jacket as he went.

Twenty minutes later, he pulled into the driveway he shared with Pyramid. Two police cruisers were parked near the door to Mata Hari, painting the building and pavement with red and blue light. One officer turned to face him, a hand on her holstered weapon, as he climbed out of his truck. She was a tall black woman in full uniform, and she kept her eyes on Randy as he approached her with his hands visible, his driver’s license held between his thumb and forefinger. “I’m Randy Vaughan,” he called out. “This is my bar.”

“Good morning, sir,” the officer said and reached to take his license. A quick scan and she nodded. “The alarm service alerted us you were coming. I’m Officer Chavez. We found a broken window on the side, but we haven’t entered the premises yet. We have officers watching the broken window and the rear of the building, but no one has come out.”

“Understood. Here’s the key to the front door.” He handed over his ring and started to follow Chavez, but she looked over her shoulder at him.

“Sir, it’s better if you hang back and we go in alone, in case one or more persons are still inside.”

Randy grunted in frustration but came to a halt. “Okay. I’ll wait. The door opens toward you. Main light switch is immediately to the left of the door as you step in.”

The officer signaled her partner and waited at the entrance until he joined her. She turned the key, unholstered her weapon, and waited to make sure her partner was ready. He held a flashlight as well as his gun. As soon as Chavez pulled the door open, he swept his beam across the bar. Apparently nothing caught their attention because Chavez stepped inside and a moment later, the house lights came on. Randy tensed as the two police officers moved out of sight.

He waited, kicking at the pavement with hands clenched in his pockets, hating that he was sidelined as others faced danger. Mata Hari was his bar; he should be the one searching. Not for the first time, he reminded himself that was part of being retired. He was a bartender now, not a law enforcer.

After about ten minutes, Chavez came back to the front door and waved Randy over. He jogged up, and she said, “There’s no sign of any intruder still on the premises, Mr. Vaughan. The door to your storage area seems to have been how the person got in. Whoever it was must have gone back out the way he came in when the alarm went off, before we arrived. Or possibly through the broken window we found.”

“Anything damaged inside?” Randy asked.

“Nothing other than the window that we can tell on a quick sweep, but you’ll want to check carefully.” Chavez held the door for him as he stepped into Mata Hari. She indicated her partner. “Officer Gentry will accompany you, just in case.”

In case the burglar was still inside and in hiding. Randy got that it made sense to be cautious. Gentry tipped his head in a greeting and gestured for Randy to follow him in. “We’ve looked in each room including the bathrooms but we’ve tried to leave doors as we found them in case you notice something unusual,” he said.

The main room of the bar had the same abandoned air as that moment after last call, when the ambiance Randy created disappeared under too-bright house lights. The door to the coat room was closed, though he was pretty sure he’d left it that way. He touched Gentry’s shoulder to get his attention and pointed with his chin. Gentry said softly, “It’s empty,” but he aimed his weapon upward while he turned the knob to push the door open. The room was bare except for a few forgotten coats hung on the racks. Gentry pulled the door shut again.

Randy led the way to the bar itself and leaned over the counter to confirm no surprise was waiting before he raised the pass. He checked the register but it didn’t appear to have been opened. Not that it would’ve meant much loss since he’d taken the receipts as usual when he left with Danny a few hours earlier.

Gentry started to speak but clammed up when Randy stiffened. A slight breeze caressed his cheek, one that shouldn’t be coming from the hall that led to the restrooms and then to his office. The office door was ajar.

He never left that open.

Gritting his teeth, he started down the hall but Gentry stepped in front of him and held up a hand to signal caution. He said in an undertone, “We looked and found no one, but let’s go slow.” He led the way again but hesitated as they reached the restroom doors. Randy gestured insistently to his office, and Gentry nodded.

Gun pointed straight ahead in his left hand, Gentry used his right to ease open the door. The handle was bent and hung loose where someone had broken the lock. Randy’s heart beat faster and his breath came quickly as he followed Gentry into the room, ready to take a swing at anyone who might still be in his personal space. A window to the alley outside was busted and a chilly breeze poured in, making Randy shiver. Given the office door was forced open from the other side, Randy figured the shattered window was the way out of the bar, not in.

Gentry looked behind the door and in corners, but found no one hiding. Randy narrowed his eyes at his computer, intact on the desk and still powered down. He frowned. If someone was looking for an easy score, why didn’t he or she take the computer?

They looked into the unisex restrooms together, even though Gentry said they’d been checked once already. Each was for a single person with no stall to hide in. Each was empty.

Moving more quickly once everyone was satisfied that the burglar was gone already, they completed a walk-through of the side rooms and storage area. Even the bottles of high-end liquor were undisturbed.

Finally, they came to a halt in the middle of the main room, and Randy shook his head. “I’m not seeing that anything was taken.”

Gentry didn’t seem that troubled. “It was probably someone looking for easy drug money and when the alarm went off, he panicked and ran.”

“Makes sense,” Randy agreed reluctantly, but then he paused as he focused on one wall, specifically at a landscape situated between two arm chairs. The picture was slightly crooked. It was the same landscape Fraser had critiqued in that high-handed tone of his, only the elegance of his English accent preventing it from being an outright insult.


He’d seemed desperate when they spoke the first two times he came in. Desperate to see Sunrise. He might have assumed, incorrectly, that the painting was somewhere in the bar, possibly in Randy’s private office. That could explain why nothing seemed to be missing.


Lying Eyes

Robert Winter

lying-eyes-web-683x1024Published ~ 7th July 2017

Genre ~  Contemporary Gay Romance, BDSM



This bartender’s art lies in more than mixing drinks …

Randy Vaughan is a six-foot-three mass of mysteries to his customers and his friends. Why does a former Secret Service agent now own Mata Hari, a successful piano bar? Where did a muscle daddy get his passion for collecting fine art? If he’s as much a loner as his friends believe, why does he crave weekly sessions at an exclusive leather club?

Randy’s carefully private life unravels when Jack Fraser, a handsome art historian from England, walks into his bar, anxious to get his hands on a painting Randy owns. The desperation Randy glimpses in whiskey-colored eyes draws him in, as does the desire to submit that he senses beneath Jack’s elegant, driven exterior.

While wrestling with his attraction to Jack, Randy has to deal with a homeless teenager, a break-in at Mata Hari, and Jack’s relentless pursuit of the painting called Sunrise. It becomes clear someone’s lying to Randy. Unless he can figure out who and why, he may miss his chance at the love he’s dreamed about in the hidden places of his heart.

Note: Lying Eyes is a standalone gay romance novel with consensual bondage and a strong happy ending. It contains potential spoilers for Robert Winter’s prior novel, Every Breath You Take.

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Meet Robert Winter

Robert Winter lives and writes in Provincetown. He is a recovering lawyer who prefers writing about hot men in love much more than drafting a legal brief. He left behind the (allegedly) glamorous world of an international law firm to sit in his home office and dream up ways to torment his characters until they realize they are perfect for each other.

When he isn’t writing, Robert likes to cook Indian food and explore new restaurants. He splits his attention between Andy, his partner of sixteen years, and Ling the Adventure Cat, who likes to fly in airplanes and explore the backyard jungle as long as the temperature and humidity are just right




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