Today I am so pleased to welcome Lane Hayes to Joyfully Jay. Lane has come to talk to us about her latest audio release, Hotshot. She has also brought along a great giveaway. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!
Exclusive Excerpt
The dark-chestnut horse whinnied as she meandered to the fence. She bent her head and leaned into Hank, grazing his shoulder as if in greeting. Hank flashed a wide, toothy grin, petting her neck affectionately.
“Hello, beautiful. I brought you presents, and I have someone I want you to meet. Be nice to him. He’s a little”—Hank’s Stetson tipped, sending a shadow across his handsome face as he whispered into the horse’s ear loud enough for me to hear—“skittish.”
True. I was very skittish. Bess was a regal-looking beast with a beautiful chestnut coat and a white patch between her eyes and nose, but damn, she was huge.
I bristled anyway. “I’m not. She’s just…big.”
Hank pretended to cover the horse’s ears. “I’m sorry, sugar. That’s no way to talk to a lady…or anyone. I know it. I’ll give him a piece of my mind. Don’t you worry.”
I barked a laugh. “I meant tall and enormous…all over.”
“Rotten to the core he is,” he drawled mournfully. “Let’s give him some slack, though. He hasn’t spent much time in the company of a real lady like yourself. Come closer and say hi, Denny.”
“Hey, Bess.” I inched forward and waved like an idiot.
“You don’t expect her to give you a high five, do you?”
I shot him an annoyed glance and copied him, running my hand along the horse’s side, skimming her mane with my fingertips. Bess allowed the attention with a sort of bored air for a minute or so, then dipped her neck, jostling my baseball cap off my head on the upswing. The sudden movement made me jolt, much to Hank’s amusement.
“Fuck you,” I huffed without heat, stuffing my hands into my pockets. “Sorry for the language, Bess. Your owner is a dick.”
Hank chuckled. “I promise you, she’s a gentle soul. She’s playful, too. Here. The best way to make friends is with food. Want to give her a carrot?”
“No, thanks. I need my hands to hold my stick. If she takes a bite out of me instead of the carrot, I’m toast.”
Hank grinned, pulling a carrot from his pocket and feeding it to the horse. “Sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be this nervous.”
“I’m not nervous. I’m just…cautious.”
“Hmm.”
I studied the horse and owner for a moment, their heads bent as Hank stroked her muzzle and fed her treats, whispering sweet nothings. I didn’t have to know anything about animals to know they had a strong bond. Hank’s voice was calming, his hands sure and soothing. Honestly, I was a twinge jealous of Bess. I would have loved to have his hands all over me.
Blurb
Narrated by Nick J. Russo
The Elmwood Stories, Book 5
The rookie superstar, the desperate cowboy, and a naughty proposition…
Denny
The press calls me this year’s hotshot, the rookie who scores at will and conjures plays out of thin air. Truth is…I’m a PR nightmare. Seriously. Ask my agent.
My anxiety is off the charts. I can’t talk to the media without breaking into a cold sweat, but once I get through the season, I can regroup at home. Life is simpler in Vermont.
Well, not anymore. There’s a new cowboy in town. Literally, a cowboy. At least, Hank looks like one—he owns a horse, wears a hat, and did I mention he’s hot?
And get this…he has a proposition for me.
Hank
Proposition is a strong word. I prefer to call this a mutually beneficial arrangement. See, I could use Denny’s help with a family business venture, and though I was planning to offer cash, the jock has a sexier idea.
Not gonna lie, I’m interested.
This could be a fun distraction while I’m stuck in Elmwood. Nice enough place, however, the locals are wary of an outsider taking over the neighboring mill. Long story short…they don’t trust me. But they love their hometown hockey hero.
I get it.
I’ve never met anyone like Denny—skittish in street clothes and a feral beast with cunning instincts on the ice. He’s fascinating, sexy, smart, and—
Whoa! I’m not falling for the hotshot rookie. No way, no how, no chance…
Too late.
Hotshot is an MM bisexual, age-gap, small town romance featuring a hotshot rookie, a sexy cowboy, and a proposition that changes everything.
Bio
Lane Hayes lives in sunny Southern California with her amazing husband, who thankfully doesn’t mind cooking, and their fabulous fox red Labrador, George, who’s pure mischief. Both provide oodles of inspiration for the low-angst, humorous books Lane loves to write.
She’s been telling stories about sexy, funny, sometimes geeky and quirky men who find love for a dozen years now and loving every minute. In her previous life, she sat at a desk and dealt with numbers, so yes…romance is much more satisfying!
Lane loves tea, travel, and chocolate…in any order. Add a book and she’s set!
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Giveaway
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