Far From Hollywood
Out For You
Daisy Harris
Genre: MM Contemporary
Publisher: ARe Books
Date of Publication: 6/1/15
ISBN: 978-1-943576-03-6
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Word Count: 52,000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Pretending to be someone else is easy. The hard part is keeping it real.
Sheriff Jack Francis finds the last thing he would expect in the small town of Pookataw Valley, Idaho—a gorgeous yet troubled movie star on a bender. Though Jack is intrigued, he can’t afford to draw attention to his sexuality and risk a scandal.
Former teen idol Blake Tyler thinks hiding in Pookataw Valley is perfect—it’s isolated, beautiful, and comes with a sexy sheriff eager to share Blake’s bed. When Hollywood arrives in Pookataw Valley to film a reality show, Blake embraces the chance for a comeback, but Jack struggles to know what is real and what is faked for the camera.
If Jack wants to date America’s Sweetheart, he’ll have to make his private life public. Is he ready to share the spotlight?
Excerpt:
Blake shivered
in the April wind, rubbing his arms and wishing the sequins on his G-string
weren’t chafing his ass. With quick and frozen fingers, he picked at his
wedgie. Barefoot, he hopped from foot to foot on the fake wood porch where he
was hiding from the party. Vail Village surrounded him and the Western facades
were faded in the moonlight, but with a warm glow coming through their windows.
If he didn’t get inside the party soon he’d get hypothermia, and any hope he
had of avoiding a media frenzy would disappear.
He could imagine
the headline—“Oh, how the mighty have fallen! Teen Scene star, Blake Tyler,
raced to the hospital…after an orgy at elite Vail hotel.”
Of course, the
party raging just on the other side of the sliding door wasn’t an orgy at all.
The invite had said, “Dress like a porn star,” but while most of the B-list
guests milling around with cocktails in their hands wore leisure suits or puffy
jackets over shorts or bikinis, Blake had been an idiot. Trying to get
attention, or maybe convince a director that he no longer was the
seventeen-year old heartthrob from Teen Scene, Blake wore nothing but pink
underwear and nipple tassels—a mistake on his part. On his
nearly-thirty-year-old body, the sequins looked ridiculous.
Anyway, Blake
should have known there’d be at least one gossip blogger at the party waiting
to strike like a snake. Since Blake’s contract for the Teen Scene franchise
included a morality clause which prohibited scandalous behavior and revealing
his true sexuality, one picture of Blake in a sparkly G-string would be enough
to ruin his whole career.
He peeked
through the window, where the shades were parted just enough for Blake to see a
prominent blogger stalking the room like a hyena. He wore a pair of aviator
sunglasses and a crooked sneer.
Fuck. Blake
couldn’t go back inside.
Glancing around
at his options, he spotted a trellis not far from the porch. Though he might
scrape his hands, Blake could probably climb down. Maybe the exercise would
warm him, too.
Next to the lone
lawn chair sat a plastic crate, and Blake opened it. Inside there was a pink
Snuggie. He rolled his eyes. Perfect. I’ll match. Blake draped it around his
shoulders and tied the sleeves around his neck.
Then, like a
travesty of a superhero, Blake clambered onto the porch’s railing and stretched
to reach the trellis nearby. It was close, but not close enough. Blake said a
prayer and launched.
His fingers
scraped wood, but with panted breaths he managed to get a hold of the trellis.
Unfortunately, his Snuggie flapped in the wind and there wasn’t anything Blake
could do about it.
Below in Vail
Village, people were milling around in the streets, but Blake tried not to peer
down. They probably couldn’t spot him in the dark. Instead, he focused on putting
his toes into the prickly holes in the trellis and feeding his body lower, hand
over hand. He told himself he was imagining the shouts and gasps he heard from
below. After all, he could barely focus on anything besides the sound of his
breath and his slow progression downward.
When a siren
broke through the night, Blake couldn’t deny that someone must have reported
they’d seen him. Hurrying, he shuffled lower, ignoring the splinters in his
hands and the cuts on his feet. It wasn’t until an authoritative voice called
through a loudspeaker, “We’re coming to help you, sir, stay where you are,”
that Blake twisted and looked behind him.
A dozen cell
phones were raised, their flashes sparkling like snowfall in the night. Above
the other voices, Blake heard a squeal of, “Oh my God, it’s Blake Tyler!”
And then his
arms went weak, and he fell.
About the Author :
Daisy Harris was born into the psychedelic wonder that was the 70s and has had an interesting life so far. She's been to Catholic school and Ramones concerts; danced to MC Hammer and Lady Gaga; and been a hair's breadth from shipwreck twice. (Three times, if you count sea kayaks!)
As far as Daisy's concerned, the best things in life happen by accident. Though she's gotten better at planning over the years, she still writes, lives and plays by the seat of her pants. Her books are a happy mix of romantic comedies and coming of age stories, more often than not, inspired by the great films of the 1980s.
Daisy lives in Seattle in a house full of dogs and children. When she's not writing gay romance, she can be found experimenting with new ways to cook kale. Every once in a while, she goes out to pay homage to the party gods of her youth—and maybe to find a little trouble.
For more information on other books by Daisy, visit her official website at: www.TheDaisyHarris.Tumblr.com
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Twitter: @thedaisyharris
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1 comment:
Enjoyed reading the excerpt.Sounds like a great read. I am also looking forward to reading all the books in this series.
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