Counting on You, Henry and Marc’s chance at a happy ever after, releases next week! This is both a happy and sad occasion. Happy for you, because you get another adventure with my hapless accountants. Sad for me, because this is when I have to say goodbye. I love all my guys, but I have a particular fondness for these two. I didn’t expect to write more than one story for them. In fact, I didn’t expect to be writing them at all. Now I have to let them go. <sad face>
I’m going to post a couple of teasers for these guys before release day. “Coming Home” is from the first chapter, which you can read here.
First, a book cover and links!
Counting on You (Counting #3)
Henry and Marc can’t seem to catch a break. They’ve had two disastrous dates—the first trapped in a car during a blizzard and the second locked in a basement—followed by nearly two months apart. Even though they work for the same firm, their relationship is held together by flying visits, phone calls, and text messages. A joint assignment in Washington D.C. might be more togetherness than they can handle, however.
Henry is still battling insecurity, and this assignment is too important to his career to mess up. Marc is committed. He’s falling for Henry and looks forward to having him permanently on his team and at his side. But the real test isn’t the assignment. When Marc finally lays his heart on the line, can he count on Henry to be there for him, in every way that matters? And can he do the same for Henry when Henry needs it the most?
Coming November 22, 2017, from Dreamspinner Press.
“Is it snowing again? Why are you outside? Your building has a gym.”
Once, he’d have appended Marc’s outburst with a mental “you moron!” Now Henry simply recognized the questions and statements as Marc’s way of establishing fact and asking why Henry was deviating from the plan.
“Not snowing and the gym is in the basement,” he explained.
Marc chuckled. “Which I’m assuming you have a key to. Not every basement is out to get you, you know.”
“Yeah, but Betty White lives in this one.” She didn’t, really, but her doppelgänger did, and jogging next to a little old lady always made him feel weird. Also the row of mirrors in front of the treadmills, the low ceiling, and… okay, the fact it was a basement. After his New Year’s date with Marc, he was considering developing a phobia against basements. Would fit in nicely with his phobia regarding blizzards, rental cars, and getting involved with guys who didn’t really want to be gay. “Listen, I need to get inside before I fuse with this lamppost.”
“I’m currently hugging a lamppost, and if I stand here much longer, they’ll be chipping me away with ice picks.”
“You miss me so much you’ve taken to hugging random poles?”
“So you picked this post specially. Here’s a tip. Don’t try kissing it. You might lose a lip or two.”
“I picked this post because I fell in all this stupid ice and snow. Why do we live in Boston, Marc? Why haven’t we made plans to move to New Mexico?”
“It gets really cold in New Mexico.”
“San Andreas fault! Geez, Henry. Aren’t you keeping up with potential disasters?”
Chuckling, Henry pushed off the pole and took a tentative step forward. When he didn’t slip, he resumed his jog. “I tried to call last night.”
“Yeah, sorry. I got tied up, and not in the fun way.”
“According to you, there is no fun way.” Two months of little more than phone conversations (that sometimes went beyond conversation and into lube and hand towels) had given them ample opportunity to chat about sexual preferences. And lube and hand towels.
“I could be persuaded. Maybe. I wouldn’t want to be done up in one of those fishing net arrangements. But you using your ties, or no, my ties, to hold my wrists up against bedposts or something, would be….”
A heavy breath pushed through the phone. Henry could almost feel it on the back of his neck. He could definitely feel it darting beneath his skin, heading southward, along with blood he really needed elsewhere. “Please don’t make me jog with a hard-on.”
Marc laughed. “Okay. Anyway, sorry about last night.” He paused. “I missed talking to you.”
Ah, sweet Marc. Henry missed him, and all the other Marcs. “Do you have plans tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah, about that.”
Henry shivered, and all signs of arousal retreated.
“I’m calling early because I’m packing. I’ve got a flight to catch.”
Henry’s shoulders slumped as the recognizable twist of misery moved through him. Talking with Marc was good. If pressed, he’d say their relationship had grown out of talking. Being trapped in a car during a blizzard and then in a basement laundry together had given them ample opportunity to clear several conversational hurdles. They now chatted like old friends. But he’d really much prefer to touch Marc while they were talking—or too busy to talk. Fate, however, who was obviously a bitch with a warped sense of humor, had seen fit to give them only four days and two nights together since New Year’s Eve—none consecutive. Instead, he and Marc had been traveling. Marc more than him, and always separately, attached to different teams.
They’d discussed the possibility upper management weren’t happy about their relationship. But none of their assignments had felt like a punishment. They were good and rewarding cases, the kind of work they both relished, and before the blizzard, before the laundry, two months wouldn’t have seemed much of anything. Then, they’d only been colleagues.
“You still with me?” Marc asked.
Henry shook his head, pulling himself out of a deep thought funk just before he passed the steps to his building. “Sorry, I’m here. Where are they sending you?”
“I’m coming home, Auttenberg.”
Counting on You is the third and final chapter in Henry and Marc’s story. Through November, you can start at the beginning for just 99c!
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