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January 14, 2015
Hey. Remember these guys?
Of course you do! At long last, Caesar and Dan finally make their triumphant return to your favorite reading device or bookshelf this November!**cue musical flourish and confetti cannon**
Here's the OFFICIAL announcement from Riptide Publishing:
Fans of L.B. Gregg's much loved Romano & Albright series will be thrilled to hear that Riptide will be releasing two more books in series: With This Bling in November 2015 and Gaydar Love in late 2016. These hilarious books follow Caesar Romano and his detective boyfriend Dan Albright as they navigate their way through life and love and relationships.
With This Bling!Isn't that the most awesome title? Why haven't I used that one before? I'm working on the storyline now--so no spoilers. Writing is complicated! And difficult! Also frightening. And, it's wicked time consuming. A full 60-70k book (which some authors write in a SNAP) will take half a year to complete--meaning this may be the only book I produce this year.
You know you want it.
Pick up books one and two over at Amazon, just in case you'd like to refresh your memory!
Happy January--
LB
December 5, 2014
Guess The Author--Round 2
More fun for our fabulous Comfort and Joy anthology! One of the great things about being involved in a project with your bestie --is your bestie comes up with clever ideas! Yay for fun!
Harper Fox, Joanna Chambers, Josh Lanyon and I are each offering a freebie from out backlist. Take a peek at our contest, take a wild guess (or scope out our pre-sales and find the answers), and win a prize.
Good luck!
Match the correct Author to the following lines. The first four people to come up with the correct match win their choice of ebook from any one of our backlists BARRING the new stories in this anthology. ;-)
1 - It smelled like Christmas. Pine trees and woodsmoke and cold. I looked up at the sky, half expecting to see Santa’s sleigh silhouetted against the enormous silver moon that hung over the trees.
2 - “Och, God. It’s like the bloody Titanic. Without the potential relief of being drowned.”
3 - The wine worked magic and as I relaxed against the ugliest shit-brown couch in X, he yawned and put his arm around my shoulder. “Just stretching,” he said, and I rolled my eyes.
4 - X squinted at the sky. Already a clutch of sooty storm clouds was scudding across the horizon, bullying the last of the weak, winter daylight away and ushering in a violet-grey dusk.
Your possible choices are:Josh LanyonHarper FoxLB GreggJoanna Chambers
Answer in the comment section below.
You can only win once, but you can enter all four rounds. The next round is over at Harper Fox’s Blog. Shhh! It’s midnight over there and she’s cutting the mistletoe.
December 1, 2014
Exciting First Look at Waiting for Winter
Coming December 7th in the Comfort and Joy Anthology
“Ritchie and Lila didn’t arrive from Tahoe.”Not a question, just the facts. What could I say? “Bingo. Flights cancelled everywhere. I’m to be your driver.”“They didn’t call, which means they’re either dead—”“Or they wish they were?” Winter’s cool eyes met mine. “Just kidding. Relax. They’re stuck in Minneapolis with a pair of hopped-up preschoolers. Ritchie and your sister are trying to figure out how Santa can find them without a proper chimney or a suitcase full of presents. He’s fine. She’s fine. This is fine. We’re fine.” Maybe if I said fine enough times, we’d both believe it. “I don’t mind. Buckle up.”He did with a click. “You sure you’re up for this? It might be better if I catch a cab and stay in town.” “Look around. There are no cabs.” I put the truck in reverse, but waited as another car rolled by. “Are you asking if I can stay awake past my bedtime? Or if I can handle the drive? Because I put the snow tires on in November.” “No,” he said in the take-no-shit tone I both loved and detested. Frown lines marred his forehead as he contemplated the weather. The snow had gained significant ground outside the truck’s windows. “I’m asking if you want to share the same space with me, alone. You haven’t been keen on that in the past.” And bang, we touched on the one subject I wanted to avoid. He’d laid us bare within seconds of being together. Well, I wasn’t keen on a rehash, either.“Meh. You’re fine in small doses. Just keep your pants on.” His frown deepened. Pale under his five o’clock shadow, with smudges of fatigue under his eyes. Winter looked beat, actually, so I waved a peace offering in the form of a thermos. “There’s hot coffee if you want it. You look like you could use some.”“Black?”“Like your heart.” Winter hadn’t taken his gaze off me the entire time. He didn’t crack, just took the thermos without further comment, and the Vermonter pulled out of the station—last stop St. Albans. It slithered into the blurry night, picturesque as the Polar Express, and I backed onto the flat roadway, which was total shit. “What, Win. Spit it out.”“You look different.” “Different how?” I quick checked myself in the rearview mirror. Lit by the dashboard lights, I looked as good as could be expected. “I’ve literally done nothing.” I hadn’t had a haircut since summer so the ends brushed my collar. Laziness and depression ranked high on the short list of why I hadn’t cut my hair, so with my new shaggy look, he probably thought I’ blended in with Burlington’s thriving homeless community. My wannabe corporate spouse days were over so I’d look like a hippie if I wanted to. The only thing keeping me from going total Appalachian was my aversion to facial hair. Living in Vermont had its perks. “I’m going for a new look.”“I’d say you hit on an old one.” He offered me a stingy smile, tight as a virgin. “You look good,” he added reluctantly. “Like when we met.”I knew from looking in the mirror every morning that I didn’t possess an ounce of the eager excitement I’d had at twenty-one, when he’d swooped me off my feet. Tired, thin, sad. That’s who I’d become at the advanced age of twenty-nine and truthfully, he didn’t look much better. “Is that a good thing? Or bad?”Winter scrutinized me a moment longer. “Good. It suits you, Lu.”Lu. Damn him. I should set him straight, then cut my hair just to spite him, but the fleeting smile faded and he looked so worn, I just smoothed my hair and let the nickname slide. It was motherfucking Christmas. I could play nice. I was calling him Win, so who was I to object?
I'll have more information on where and how to purchase the anthology, and the individual stories, later this week.
~LB
“Ritchie and Lila didn’t arrive from Tahoe.”Not a question, just the facts. What could I say? “Bingo. Flights cancelled everywhere. I’m to be your driver.”“They didn’t call, which means they’re either dead—”“Or they wish they were?” Winter’s cool eyes met mine. “Just kidding. Relax. They’re stuck in Minneapolis with a pair of hopped-up preschoolers. Ritchie and your sister are trying to figure out how Santa can find them without a proper chimney or a suitcase full of presents. He’s fine. She’s fine. This is fine. We’re fine.” Maybe if I said fine enough times, we’d both believe it. “I don’t mind. Buckle up.”He did with a click. “You sure you’re up for this? It might be better if I catch a cab and stay in town.” “Look around. There are no cabs.” I put the truck in reverse, but waited as another car rolled by. “Are you asking if I can stay awake past my bedtime? Or if I can handle the drive? Because I put the snow tires on in November.” “No,” he said in the take-no-shit tone I both loved and detested. Frown lines marred his forehead as he contemplated the weather. The snow had gained significant ground outside the truck’s windows. “I’m asking if you want to share the same space with me, alone. You haven’t been keen on that in the past.” And bang, we touched on the one subject I wanted to avoid. He’d laid us bare within seconds of being together. Well, I wasn’t keen on a rehash, either.“Meh. You’re fine in small doses. Just keep your pants on.” His frown deepened. Pale under his five o’clock shadow, with smudges of fatigue under his eyes. Winter looked beat, actually, so I waved a peace offering in the form of a thermos. “There’s hot coffee if you want it. You look like you could use some.”“Black?”“Like your heart.” Winter hadn’t taken his gaze off me the entire time. He didn’t crack, just took the thermos without further comment, and the Vermonter pulled out of the station—last stop St. Albans. It slithered into the blurry night, picturesque as the Polar Express, and I backed onto the flat roadway, which was total shit. “What, Win. Spit it out.”“You look different.” “Different how?” I quick checked myself in the rearview mirror. Lit by the dashboard lights, I looked as good as could be expected. “I’ve literally done nothing.” I hadn’t had a haircut since summer so the ends brushed my collar. Laziness and depression ranked high on the short list of why I hadn’t cut my hair, so with my new shaggy look, he probably thought I’ blended in with Burlington’s thriving homeless community. My wannabe corporate spouse days were over so I’d look like a hippie if I wanted to. The only thing keeping me from going total Appalachian was my aversion to facial hair. Living in Vermont had its perks. “I’m going for a new look.”“I’d say you hit on an old one.” He offered me a stingy smile, tight as a virgin. “You look good,” he added reluctantly. “Like when we met.”I knew from looking in the mirror every morning that I didn’t possess an ounce of the eager excitement I’d had at twenty-one, when he’d swooped me off my feet. Tired, thin, sad. That’s who I’d become at the advanced age of twenty-nine and truthfully, he didn’t look much better. “Is that a good thing? Or bad?”Winter scrutinized me a moment longer. “Good. It suits you, Lu.”Lu. Damn him. I should set him straight, then cut my hair just to spite him, but the fleeting smile faded and he looked so worn, I just smoothed my hair and let the nickname slide. It was motherfucking Christmas. I could play nice. I was calling him Win, so who was I to object?
I'll have more information on where and how to purchase the anthology, and the individual stories, later this week.
~LB
November 9, 2014
Sweet Release
It's the 10th of November! (It is here in Asia!)Happy Release Day Buck and Ari!
Five Questions About There's Something About Ari
Is this book part of a series?
Yes it is. Ari is book two in the Bluewater Bay Series from Riptide.
Can I read this book without reading the others?
Yes you can. Ari is completely stand alone, but you should still pick up the others. I'm in great company!
How is Bluewater Bay a series?
Imagine a Pacific Northwest town, sort of like Smithfield, but filled with townies...
November 4, 2014
Only a few more days!
My book comes out next week! Join me for the release of There's Something About Ari, along with L.A. Witt and this week's Riptide release of Starstruck, in a massive Bluewater Bay Book Tour.It's massive, I tell you.
Buck Ellis’s future seems pretty damn bright. With a full college scholarship in hand, he’s going to ditch Bluewater Bay and pave the way for his kid brother Charlie to do the same. The only fly in Buck’s ointment is his ten-year addiction to his best friend since s...
October 12, 2014
A little something I'm working on...
Comfort and Joy--a Holiday anthology with stories from Joanna Chambers, Harper Fox, Josh Lanyon, and L.B. Gregg--coming this December!
October 9, 2014
Exclusive!
Hair Flip + Favorite Sweater!There's an exclusive excerpt of my upcoming release There's Something About Ari over at Heroes and Heartbreakers. I have such a hard time choosing the right bit to post, but my lovely editor suggested the entire prologue (it's short!) and I think she's spot on. I loved writing this pair. They're somewhat damaged, but they're also funny, hot, and meant to be together. They always were. Friends to lovers. My favorite.Pop by and take a read. And thanks so much Megan...
October 7, 2014
Tasty!
A first, exclusive look at the almost completely ready-- but not quite past the final "final" approval--There's Something About Ari.
A TV star had arrived for coffee, and the fans who’d come to town in droves from Seattle and Vancouver and points south wanted their money’s worth. They didn’t mean to be intrusive. They were supportive. Some of them were also dressed as wolves, and that was wonderful— none of us would have jobs without them—up to the point when we were all blinded by cell phone...
September 23, 2014
And a little something...about Ari.
Welcome to Bluewater Bay! Buck Ellis’s future seems pretty damn bright. With a full college scholarship in hand, he’s going to ditch Bluewater Bay and pave the way for his kid brother Charlie to do the same. The only fly in Buck’s ointment is his ten-year addiction to his best friend since second grade, his true love, and his Achilles heel: Ari Valentine, Mr. Least Likely to Succeed.But then Buck’s mother dies, changing everything, and five years later, his future is still on hold....
June 17, 2014
Live and upcoming!
Welcome to the world, Sam and Aaron!You can pick up your copy at Carina Press or any of the usual vendors. I was just asked if the book will join the Men of Smithfield audio collection. I'll let you know!
Live Your Life Buy The Book interviewed me last week. They ran a Smithfield week of reviews on the first four books and I'm giving away the Carina M/M box set as a gifty, so pop by and comment. They've been big supporters of my work. Thanks so much! Read the reviews and my Ce and D...
