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WIP: Gold Star. Picspiration & Blurb

Well, this is my WIP that's been consuming the most of my time. I was working on another story that was going to prevent this one from being written but since the other was set aside by a coauthor and I, I get to write my porn story, finally. I'm fascinated with some of the stories of how some studios are handling their marketing strategies. Some will only seek out models who may be open to bareback, some to models who are only bi. Some only want straight guys. So what happens if you're a fan favorite but you got popular and went exclusive BEFORE the site went Bi Frat Boy Paradise? Even more... what if you're a gold star gay who's so uninterested in vaginas that you never even had that cover up girlfriend back in middle school? So, Ben and Riley were born.


 Ben Serrano  (the gold star)
Riley Hammond(The G4P Boy)

Gold Star by Kade Boehme
Gold Star Gays, gay boys who’ve never slept with a woman. Ben Serrano never thought that was something that would be a problem at his job. Ben does gay porn to pay off his serious student loan debt (not that he’s complaining that he gets to have a little fun doing it). The lack of girly-bits being the whole point of gay porn right? In the year he’s been working with Marshall Price Studios he’s even worked with guys who came from straight porn because that doesn’t pay as much. But the head of the studio has decided that maintaining the Frat Boy image they have cultivated for the site requires models to have at least one bi scene. Now that Ben didn’t expect. And for all he wants to say no, his exclusivity contract for at least two more videos says otherwise--if he wants to get paid.

Photographer Riley Hammond felt bad when his buddy Ben is given the ultimatum to "go girl or go home". Riley himself hadn’t been too weirded out when he’d done a gay for pay scene back when he was still in front of the cameras, but, though he identifies as straight, he never had big hang ups when it came to sex. Riley wants to help Ben make in through the scene but they’re both thrown another shocker when Riley’s girlfriend is the studio’s actress chosen for the scene. 

At his wits end with the porn, unable to handle the girl scene, Ben’s boyfriend leaves while Riley’s girlfriend is annoyed at the guys’ prudishness, and Riley is dumbfounded to realizes he’d actually more jealous that she’s sleeping with Ben rather than vice versa.

Ben seriously wishes he’d not given up that gold star, but he and Riley both find that something awesome can sometimes come from even the most awkward of situations.

 This one has a tentative April release date. <3 Let's do this! Ohhh. And I warn that, yes the scene where he gives up the gold star is there and it's awkward. AWKWARD and there's viagra and fluffing and a connection between Riley & Ben that really sets the book on its way. So while it is detailed (because nothing is more awkward than the gay boy describing how that unwanted moment felt) it's not romantic or set up to entice.

Release Dates and Gushing Galore

Heya!

Long time no see. Well, that's a lie. I see most of you daily on facebook and twitter so I don't feel too terribly guilty. I think that's why I'm such a horrible blogger. My life is lived out in real time in 140 characters or less.

Anywho...

I wanted to thank thank THANK everyone for all the success I've had with Gangster Country. My poor friends have to hear me have daily neurotic break downs in the lead up to a new release, convinced this will be the book that fails miserably and that I've completely misread my readers and they'll revolt and my heart will be so destroyed that I never write another book again. Okay, so I get it. That sounds really melodramatic. But that's seriously life with Kade when I'm releasing new stuff. I never set out to write a "best seller", mind you. But I do set out to write things people actually want to read. So when I get some of the amazing responses like I've gotten for Logan and Gianni's story, man it just makes me feel great and like maybe I'll survive the next release. Haha! So many many thanks. I'm working on their sequel right now, looking at a tentative May release.

The end of the holidays and working on a billion edits have left me totally all over the place. I'll blog soon about my WIP. It's in the typical 1/2 way mark holding spot where I go thru weeks of brain-farts and can't get it together until something pushes the story forward. I'm frustrated but can't be arsed to actually freak out over it because I have so much going on. Which is mostly what this post is about, but y'all know me: I have to ramble uncontrollably before I actually get anywhere.

So I've got some release dates for you guys! My new novel Trouble & the Wallflower is out in eBook and print at Dreamspinner Press on February 28th! Yay! I've been waiting for this one to release for a while so I'm SUPER freaking out but excited as hell. I know this will be available for pre-order so I'll have that link as soon as I get it.

Also, coming out March 18 is my other novel Where the World Ends over at my other publisher, Loose Id. This one is vastly different from T&tW so I'm not really worried about such close release dates because you get two very different stories. But of course this means I barely get over the trauma of one release day before the other is upon me. UGH.

ANYWHO. After that there's the release of Wood, Screws & Nails that I wrote with Piper Vaughn. That will be out in May at Dreamspinner Press.

Well, that's everything that's set in stone and I'll fill in any more deets as they come. Stay tuned for Seven Weeks of Seven Sentence Sundays! to get ready for the Trouble & the Wallflower release, as well as info on blog stops, giveaways and excerpts. I'll sneak in some Where the World Ends info too ;).

Party Hard,
Kaderade   

Release Day! Gangster Country style.

Yay! Gangster Country is out. eBook available here, print book available tomorrow. So for my release day post I give you another snippet from the story!

 In this snippet Gianni has stolen Logan off into hiding in a house in Queens while they are waiting to figure out how to get Logan safely out of New York. Logan's reeling from recent events and Gianni is trying to keep it together and protect Logan. But Logan wants answers...

Logan must have realized he was no longer alone, because he turned his head and blinked his eyes a few times as he focused on Gianni.“Hey, Gi.” It was so quiet that Gianni almost didn’t hear it, but goddammit did it hurt to hear.He couldn’t stop himself from responding as he had for a long time now. “Angel.”Logan’s breath shuddered, and as he closed his eyes, Gianni saw tears slide down his cheeks. Fuck.He wanted so badly to touch Logan. He’d never wanted to shield someone from the world like he did with Logan. Logan was no innocent, regardless of the pedastal Gianni put him on, and he was no child, but Logan still wanted to wrap him in his arms and apologize for the world being such shit. He wanted to apologize for hurting Logan so badly, but he knew he no longer had that right. “Gianni?” Logan asked, voice still shaking with tears. Gianni moved into the room. “What’s up?” I’ll do anything. Anything you need. He swallowed the words, though.

Logan didn’t want them. When Logan didn’t answer, Gianni said, “I’ve got Chinese if you’re hungry. I got you General Tso’s chicken and some wontons.”He choked up when Logan smiled sadly, his eyes still closed, and mumbled, “’Because I eat like a picky kid’.” Gianni said that every time they got Chinese, and Logan ordered those same dishes because he really did eat like a picky kid. “Want me to bring it up to you? You can just eat in here.”“Sit down, Gianni.”Gianni didn’t know what to do. There was only the floor and the bed, but he wouldn’t deny the man something right now. He couldn’t find it in himself to keep playing the hardass right now, though now he should do it more than ever. He went over and started to squat, but Logan scooted over on the bed. “On the bed, dumbass.” Gianni obeyed.“You really are good at taking orders.” Gianni winced at the venom in Logan’s words. Logan let out one of the sighs Gianni knew so well, before scooting up into sitting position and clearing his throat. He wiped his eyes and trained them on Logan. God, the man was devastated and obviously fucking exhausted. “I’m gonna ask you some questions and you’re gonna be really fucking honest with me, okay?”“Logan…”“No, you’re gonna help me understand. Your cousin was here defending you like a bulldog while my heart is bleeding all over the floor, the least you can do is answer some questions to help me understand why I should listen to a word she had to say.”“You shouldn’t,” was all Gianni said before getting up to walk out. There was no defending him. Wendy had been blinded by her love for him, as she had been for Erik. Some people just weren’t defendable.“Gianni, come back here!” Gianni didn’t listen, just continued walking until Logan suddenly grabbed his arm and manhandled Gianni with a strength Gianni had only seen a couple times in bed. The man was fucking angry but so beautiful as he threw his weight into shoving Gianni against the bedroom wall. Logan was always in such a good mood that Gianni had so easily forgotten the man was his equal in physicality. “Don’t walk away from me, dammit. Not now.” Gianni was glad Logan was angry.

Logan should stay angry. That was how he’d get through all this crap. Anger was better than hurt.Logan levelled Gianni with his gaze. “Would you stop playing martyr for a minute.”

Gianni scoffed. He doubted he’d call himself a martyr under the circumstances.“I’m just being honest. That’s what you wanted. She’s family. She took up for me. You’re not, you don’t have to and you shouldn’t listen to her.”“Why?”Gianni pulled himself up to his full six-foot-two and towered over Logan’s five-feet-ten frame, snarling, annoyed that Logan didn’t seem intimidated in the least. “Because I fucking kill people, Logan. I’m feared. I’m the second in command of Los Cuervos. You fuck with me you end up dead.”

Hope this was titillating. So don't forget to check out Gangster Country. Available in eBook and print.






<3kaderade

Gangster Country: Cover, Blurb & Excerpt

Heya guys! It's been a while! Life following GRL has been hectic with new projects, submissions, and getting ready for this new release. For those I got to meet when I wasn't sick at GRL, it was lovely. For those I missed I promise tackle hugs next year! I have several new things coming up for y'all in the first quarter of 2014, but we must finish with the business of 2013 first! And this next release was one that I worked a long while on just because it was pretty intense for me so I needed to step back and re-evaluate a few times. But I'm super proud of Logan & Gianni and hope you love them as much as I. So without further ado, I present the fantastic cover Dar Albert hooked me up with, the blurb and an excerpt from Gangster Country, releasing in eBook and print December 5.


 
Gangster Country by Kade Boehme(available 12/6)

Logan Marshall moves to New York to be a social worker where he feels he's needed most. Logan's always had it good. His Daddy is a preacher, sure, but he preaches a laid back, tolerant congregation who accepted Logan's sexuality gracefully. He's from a ranch in nowhere, Texas, which makes him a hot ticket in the clubs with his tight, work strengthened body and his cute accent. He's out of his element in New York, not looking for Mr. Right Now but Mr. Right.

Gianni Rodriguez grew up in Brooklyn. Nothing could be further from the way he was raised than innocent, good hearted Logan was. Gianni is fascinated that people like Logan even exist. And parents that not only are God-fearing, but also accepting?

As second in command of Los Cuervos, his brother's not-so-merry band of drug runners and pimps, Gianni's life would be in serious jeopardy if anyone ever knew the truth. That's why his growing attachment for Logan is a bad thing.

When Logan's work collides violently with Gianni's life, Gianni has to decide if the man is worth risking everything, even his family-- the man that may not even want him once he realizes what a monster the man he's been sleeping with really is. Could Logan be Gianni's reason to go straight? Or will they both go straight to an unmarked grave?

 

EXCERPT:

Prologue
“Daddy, I’m fine. Would y’all stop worrying?” Logan attempted to assure his father
“Well, you know how your Mama is. She’s missing her baby and afraid that big city is gonna eat you up.” Logan would have called his father on that blatant bullshit, but his Mama got there first.
“Now, Nicholas Marshall you sure do lie real fancy for a preacher man.” Logan laughed at his father’s grunt, then heard shuffling and his mother’s mumbled “pain in my butt” as she took the phone. “Logan, honey, don’t you listen to your Daddy. He’s been whining for a week. You know you can’t go so long without calling home.”
Logan sighed. He knew his parents worried, but what grown man called home every day.
“Mama, I said I’d try to call once a week,” Logan pointed out.
“Well, you miss your Sunday call and your Daddy has been ticking off the ways you could have been hurt on his fingers. You know his heart ain’t good, child.”
“Mama, I have a job that requires a lot of my time.” And Logan wasn’t kidding. He’d moved to New York City to go where his degree in Social Work was needed. He knew there were places closer to his home in Texas, but after trying to balance helping his daddy on the ranch and working for their hometown welfare office, he’d lost his mind.

He needed a change, and if he was going to make a drastic one, it needed to be somewhere that really needed him. So when his resume was accepted by New York State’s Department of Children and Families in Manhattan, he’d jumped on it. His parents had flipped when they’d heard the main area he’d be working in was Spanish Harlem, but Logan loved it. The area was exactly what he’d been looking for. The cases were challenging, sometimes downright hard as hell to handle, but he was happy to help. He’d stepped into chaos, and it hadn’t been even close to sorted out in the year he’d been in the city.
“Just like your Daddy, I swear. Gonna work yourself into an early grave, the both of you.”
“Mama, it’d be just as busy if I’d gone to San Antonio or Dallas.”
“But you’d have been closer to home,” she said in that tone that was created just to put guilt in Logan’s heart.
“We’ve been over this. They didn’t call me back until I’d already moved, and I’d have been working twice as hard, because Daddy would have had me pulling projects on the ranch on the weekends, on top of my case load.”
“Are you sure this wasn’t just to get out of the ranch? You know your daddy would have backed off if you’d just told him.”
Logan hated for his mom to even ask that, but it was the millionth time he’d heard the question in some form or another. No, he hadn’t wanted to leave the ranch. He loved the small town in the Texas panhandle where he’d grown up. For all the crap people talk about the area, he’d actually had a great time growing up with the open fields and the horses. He’d been raised by wonderful parents. They’d had Logan later in life -- Mama a teacher and Daddy a preacher, as well as a rancher. He’d never had a hard time with his sexuality, and neither had his parents. Kids in his school had been harsh at times, but he’d found refuge with his church friends. His Daddy preached at Mt. Vernon’s Methodist. Their church was as liberal as it got in small town Texas,other than the one two counties south with a gay pastor at the head.
All in all, life had been good, and he knew he had many reasons to be thankful. “Mama, you and Daddy taught me to work hard, have empathy for others and to go where I was called. This has been my calling and I’ve been fulfilled doing it. I miss y’all, but this is a good thing.”
She sighed into the phone. “If I didn’t know you had that big ol’ heart of gold beating in that chest of yours I’d think you were just buttering me up. You’re about as smooth with your words as your Daddy, I tell you. Both of you are trouble.”
Logan snorted. One thing he’d never been called was trouble by anyone other than his mama. He was the good kid who never smoked or skipped a class, and always attended bible study and did mission trips. Now, he was no saint, but his family wasn’t thatkind of Christian. His parents knew he’d enjoyed his partying in college, but neither cared much, having been a pair of honest-to-goodness hippies back in their college days. They had even met some of the boyfriends he’d had in college, which they always called “fixer-uppers”. Logan was chronically addicted to guys who probably weren’t good people, but Logan could see the heart of the child they’d once been and refused to give up on anyone. Problem was, they were usually closet cases, and that’d never turned out well.
Logan’s roommates, Cole and Emma, wandered out of their rooms, laughing until they saw Logan still on the phone. They both made exasperated noises and pointed to their wrists to indicate the time. Logan pulled his phone away from his ear and grimaced. “Hey, Mama, tell Daddy I love him. But I gotta git. Me, Cole and Emma are headed out.” And Logan wasn’t missing a night out. He’d been working in some way for the last two weeks, so this was the first night he’d be able to stay out late, and have the next day off to recover.  Not that Emma and Cole would have let him out of going out tonight, anyways. They were as bad as his mama, fussing about how much he worked and how he was never able to enjoy the city.
“We sure are glad you could fit your old folks into your busy social calendar,” his mother teased. He wondered if it was teasing, though. And if they thought he had any semblance of a social life, they were sadly mistaken.
“Mama…” He sighed.
“I know, I know. I’m just teasing you, honey. Y’all go out and have fun. Tell those roommates of yours we said hi and I’m sending up some more preserves.” Logan’s roommates loved his mother’s preserves. His mother wasn’t really all that domestic, but she loved gardening and putting together her preserves. She said it didn’t make her feel as old as if she’d taken up crocheting like her mother. And Grandma Velma was always clicking those needles with a fierceness.
“Okay, Mama. Love you. Have a good night.”
“You too, honey. Use condoms!”
“Mama!” Logan’s cheeks heated. His mother was a health teacher, so he’d heard it many times, but for her to know that’s exactly what he was headed out to do always made his face burn with embarrassment. His mama chuckled into the phone, and he rang off with a grunt that sounded just a bit too much like his daddy for Logan’s taste.
Cole, dressed in his tightest pants and smallest Sorry Girls I Suck Dick t-shirt, delightedly bounced up and down. “Did she have the condom talk again? I love it when she has the condom talk. Your face gets so red.”
“Shut up, Cole.” Emma and Logan said at the same time, getting a pout from Cole’s plump, glossed lips. Logan had never considered hooking up with Cole, but the man was beautiful. He was city elegant to Logan’s down home good looks, and he was confident enough to know it. Then there was Emma, who was dressed to the nines in a little black dress, with a dangerously low neckline and heels that Logan had a hard time imagining her dancing in.
“Ready to go?” Emma asked, looking in the mirror hanging on the living room wall, coiffing her sleek, black mane.
“Let me get some shoes and we’re out of here,” Logan said, feeling the giddiness of a night out sinking into his pores. It’d been at least a month since he’d had time to reallygo out, and he intended to have a good night. Hopefully, he’d be having a really good night.
****
Gianni Rodriguez had let his friend Marco talk him into a lot of stupid, boring ideas but this one was the most stupid and the most boring yet. Gianni did not fit in with the yuppies at this loft party in Manhattan. Hell, he wouldn’t fit in at anyloft party. Yeah, he was gay, and this party was full of gay men and their hags, but this was not his scene at all.
Marco looked wonderful. In his silk shirt and black slacks, he fit in with the gallery owners and schmoozing artists. Marco had assured him this wouldn’t be a bullshit night, and that Gianni was sure to meet someone interesting, but Gianni wasn’t sure that was going to happen. The crowd was overwhelmingly white and overwhelmingly upper crust. Gianni felt like an idiot in his baggy jeans and his nicest polo. He was vastly underdressed, and Marco hadn’t even warned him when they’d met up.
Marco meant well, like every other time he invited Gianni to go along somewhere. They’d been friends as long as he could remember, having grown up in the same neighborhood in Brooklyn. They came from similar backgrounds, though Marco was one-hundred percent Italian, while Gianni was only half. Gianni’s Italian mother married his Puerto Rican father, so to the white-bred party-goers, Gianni looked more like a street thug than one of their own. You are a street thug, Gianni reminded himself.
Marco, on the other hand, fit in easily. But Marco had made it out of the neighborhood after high school, which had been fine with Gianni. Marco was not only Gianni’s only friend who hadn’t been sucked into the life, he was also his only gay friend. They’d only ever revealed this fact to each other and Gianni’s cousin, Wendy. Marco was Gianni’s escape. No one questioned when Gianni and Marco went out on the town looking for tail, that tail being decidedly male. None of the other guys wandered into Manhattan where Marco lived now, much less the gay clubs they visited together. After Marco graduated from college, he’d stayed on the Island and developed quite the gay social group, one he kept trying to pull Gianni into. But the looks Gianni got and his less than desirable lifestyle made him highly incompatible with all of Marco’s buddies.
Gianni wanted to ditch the party, if it weren’t for Marco’s excitement. Like every party, Marco promised this would be the one. The one where Gianni would make a friend that would inspire him to change his wicked ways. Poor, deluded Marco. It was nice to be the real Gianni for a night, though, just kicking back, turning off the criminal lurking in his mind, and spending time around people who weren’t carrying a piece in their waist band.
Gianni wandered over to the wet bar for the umpteenth time, receiving a sympathetic smile from the female bartender who’d been leering at him all night. She’d obviously pegged him as the one straight man, and between his clothes to his bored attitude he figured she had reason, though she was very wrong. She flirted with him a little as she passed him a drink. He coolly ignored her advances, receiving a pout that was so skillful, he wanted to just say “I’m gay, fuck off.” He couldn’t remember ever openly saying those two words and he wouldn’t waste his first time on a horny cocktail waitress. He usually just got the point across when he bent a guy over a table, which sounded really good about now.
Damn that Marco, Gianni thought as he turned from the bar, cocktail in hand. That cocktail gracefully flew through the air as a queeny little shit ran straight into Gianni because he was too busy gesticulating with his hands to pay attention to where he was going. Gianni growled, and the guy stopped still. Gianni stopped scowling when he saw those pillowy lips and the slender body of the smaller man, who now had both hands on one of Gianni’s arms, apologizing profusely. He was cute. Gianni could definitely see owning this guy tonight, and the gleam in the guy’s eyes said he wanted Gianni to do just that.
“I’m sosorry,” the guy said with a seductive lilt then lickint his glossy lips, smiling coyly at Gianni. Gianni thought those lips would look much better wrapped around Gianni’s eight inches.
“It’s all good,” Gianni used his most street-wise swag, sensing the guy was digging the whole hombre vibe. Gianni knew it should annoy him more that guys wanted him for the fantasy of being with the Latino Gangster, but hey, if it got him balls deep in that throat, he’d play it up.
“Let me get you another drink,” the guy ran a finger down Gianni’s forearm. Gianni smiled seductively at him, and shamelessly ran his eyes up and down the sexy young thing. Those tight pants and too-small t-shirt did wonders for Gianni’s cock and the guy didn’t miss a beat as he brushed up against Gianni, putting a bit of shake to his pert ass as he requested the bartender give him two of whatever Gianni was having. The woman rolled her eyes at them both, finally catching on. See, they always figured out.
“Guess that leaves me on my own,” a voice mumbled from behind Gianni. The man wasn’t talking to him, and Gianni really didn’t want to peel his eyes away from the twink’s tight ass, but he decided to at least look apologetic to the guy whose— date?—Gianni was now stealing.
Hot damn.
Gianni had only thought the twink was who he wanted for tonight. But goddamn! His friend was the real deal. You really couldn’t even compare the two. It was almost a game of eeny-meeny-miny-homo in Gianni’s mind. Did he want to own that sexy little twink or did farm boy here need to be shown exactly who was in charge? The farm boy was an inch taller than Gianni’s five-feet-eleven and was built sturdy. Those lips were as pillowy as the twink’s, but they were harder around the edges Those eyes, though. Fuck. Gianni had never seen such an interesting color of green. It wasn’t bright. They were like a sea-foam or mossy green that stood out among thick black lashes, matching the so-dark-brown-it-was-black hair.
Farm boy caught Gianni’s appraisal and scowled. “No.”
Gianni shook his head, confused. “’No’, what?”
“We don’t do threesomes,” Farm Boy said drily. Holy shit, that deep southern accent. Gianni gave his cockiest grin. The guy gave him a hard glare. Oh, farm boy has balls. I like him.
“Well, who said I needed three?” Gianni drawled.
“Dude, he saw you first. And if you’re trying to play friends against each other I don’t think you’re much my type anyways.” Damn, but farm boy was cute when he was being judgmental. Gianni raked his eyes over Farm Boy much as he’d done with the twink. Farm boy’s jaw ticked, and he started smoothing his green and blue plaid shirt. He made plaid look fucking sexy.
“What does him seeing me first have anything to do with me wanting you more?”
“It’s called bro-code, asshole,” the twink said bitchily, passing Gianni his drink and rolling his eyes. Oops. Twink took Farm Boy’s arms and said, “Forget it.” Gianni was stunned as they both walked off. He’d never been turned down by a bro-code. Yeah, he’d had friends scrap over him once or twice, and that went straight to his cock, right before both friends settled it by both hitting their knees for him. He wasn’t an asshole really, but getting laid was hard enough in his line of work, so he had to take whatever he could when they offered it.
A hand landed on Gianni’s shoulder, and he turned to Marco who was laughing at him.
“You dog, you fucked that one up good.”
“Fuck off, Marco.”
“I tell you to make friends, and you go trying to get another cat fight started in your honor.”
“Well, they didn’t bite did they?” Marco huffed, annoyed, and downed his whiskey and coke in three gulps. “When can I blow this joint?”
“Oh, hell no. We’ve only been here like an hour.”
“Well, that’s the closest I’ve come, and now that I’ve pissed them off, I’m betting it’s the only one I was gonna get.”
“That dude in the plaid got you good, huh?” Marco laughed again. Gianni just glared at him. “You’ve never been dismissed like that. It was a thing of beauty, I tell you.” Fucking Marco.
“Yeah, whatever. I’m out of here.” Gianni sucked down his drink, set his empty rocks glass down on one of the bistro tables scattered around the loft for that purpose, and shook Marco off. Marco laughed and called his name but Marco didn’t turn back as he made his way out of the loft and into the elevator.
He was almost settled in for the ride down as a familiar voice yelled, “Hold the door!” Gianni obliged, but he sure wasn’t getting any thanks from Farm Boy. He got a glare. “I’ll catch the next one,” Farm Boy said with that damn dry tone that still sounded sexy in that accent.
Gianni glared right back. “Just get on the fucking elevator. I won’t bite, white boy.” Farm boy glared for a moment, but the elevator started buzzing, so he let out a huff and stepped on. Gianni leaned against the opposite wall from the guy and looked him over again. Damn could Farm Boy wear a pair of jeans. Thick thighs and a firm ass were easy to see in the worn pair of honest-to-goodness Levi’s. Where did this chulo come from?
“Your friend find another dick?” Gianni asked tactlessly.
Farm boy just glared. Gianni put his hands up in defeat. “Hey, no talking. I get it.” They had twelve floors to go down, and it seemed like it was taking forever. Gianni noticed a couple of times that Farm Boy would glance at him from the side of his eye. Gianni smiled. When the doors opened to the lobby, Gianni put his hand on Farm Boy’s arm, firm enough to stop him but not so hard as to be threatening. He turned with a scowl.
“Hey, Farm Boy, let me make it up to you.” What the hell are you doing?
“What?” the guy asked incredulously. Gianni wasn’t sure himself. He was like a fiend, though. The guy was sexy and ballsy. Gianni had never wanted to chase someone, and it’s not like he could offer any more than a good time, but he thought a night with Farm Boy might be worth the extra effort. He had this guileless look that Gianni never saw in…. well, he couldn’t remember seeing it ever, honestly. He felt like a vampire trying to drain a little of the guy’s innocence for himself, but he had to have some, like a drug promising a better tomorrow. It’d wear off, but tonight, that’d be okay.
“I was a tool. Let me make it up to you. Plus, there’s better shit to do in this town.”
Farm Boy looked like he wanted to say no, but Gianni gave his flirtiest smile. “I know a place with good music and beer in red solo cups. If you find a better offer, you’re welcome to ditch me.”
Again, Farm Boy just stood there studying Gianni. He rolled his eyes and grimaced after a really cute gamut of emotions played across his face. “Okay. But I’m not saying I’m sleeping with you, okay? I wanted a night out, and my damn roomies ditched me.”
“Assholes.” Gianni smiled teasingly at the guy. You’re teasing him. Really? Gianni didn’t recognize himself for a second.
“Yeah, well, someone’s gotta get laid, I guess.” Farm Boy looked annoyed.
“Well, let’s go, then!” Gianni led farm boy out and hailed a cab.
Gianni would always remember that first night. Farm Boy—Logan, he would later find out— loosened up and they danced and drank cheap beer. Gianni forgot for a minute, in this man’s presence, that he was the dark to Logan’s light.
He didn’t care about this when they ended in Logan’s bed. And, as he slipped out of the apartment that night, he told himself he’d stay away for Logan’s sake. It’s not like Gianni ever did second helpings, ever. Like any drug, though, he knew he was lying if he thought he’d actually be able to stay away. 

GRNW, GRL and WIP Newsies

Well life has been insane lately and I've been negligent in my blogging. I'm gonna hit on some highlights and give some info on my current WIPs if anyone cares enough to read further than this. If not, hey! Good to see you guys! <3

Okay so I went to GRNW. Met some awesome people and got to hang out with some awesome old friends. Y'all it was cray! Spent time with my girl Ann Tenino who had some badass swag from the TAG series. If y'all haven't read those book, you should totes get on it! And Daisy Harris, my fellow Sea-town author went hard with me and the shots. (I did end up snuggling her wallet for safe-keeping but that's a long story).There may be pictures of me putting ones in a go-go boy's briefs with my teeth but I will neither confirm nor deny that. Oh. And motor-boating Heidi Belleau could only end in one outcome: plans to co-write, but that was really after a Freudian slip during a panel which she and I kinda steamrolled with our inability to do anything but talk, talk, talk. We are those kids you sit on different ends of the table. I'm just sayin'.

Anywho. GRL is coming up soon! Can't wait. More meeting of new peeps and good times with old friends. I am preparing my liver for all of the "We should have a drink!" and "We're totes doing shots!" invites (can you really call an order an invite?) This promises to be quite epic.

Okay. Oh wow, A Little Complicated was #1 on Amazon US & UK for 10 days in a row. For everyone who bought it, whether you loved it or think I'm a tool, I appreciate you more than you'll ever know. I'm having such a great time writing and finding peeps who enjoy the stories I put out. I'm blessed to do what I love and hope I keep y'all happy.

I contracted Trouble & the Wallflower with Dreamspinner Press. Gavin & Davy will be released on the world in Spring 2014, as will my novella, Wood, Screws & Nails. with Piper Vaughn (sooo stoked). Piper Vaughn and I are working on the next book in the One Thing series which she started with the awesome M.J. O'Shea. It should ALSO be out in the spring on Dreamspinner Press. As soon as there's some blurbage there I'll hook y'all up.

Now on to my current WIP.

Where the World Ends started with a trip with my dearest M.J., Piper, and Sue on a trek from Seattle up the coast of western Washington state. It took me a few months to hammer out some issues in the outlining but I'm *THIS* close to finishing the last couple chapters so I thought I'd drop y'all some unofficial blurbage. I give you Will & Colin.

Where the World Endsby Kade Boehme

Will Cooper is a Deputy in the Sheriff’s office of Western Washington’s coastal Gray’s Harbor County. After getting lost while searching for a stolen vehicle he meets Colin Sharpe who’s a member of the local Native American tribe. The two are attracted to one another but after a run-in with some tribe teenagers that ends in bad blood between the sheriff’s department, Will and Colin’s father the two can’t think of worse people to get involved with.
After Colin’s father, who’s a member of the tribal council wages a war against Will in the form of a law suit with some nasty allegations from a troubled teenager, Colin and Will face the reality that they have no future. But after running into each other in a more neutral environment they decide to throw caution to the wind and get each other out of their systems. What was supposed to be one night turns into an affair that neither sees resulting in a happy outcome. Colin has the choice of standing against the racism of his father and the locals toward Will or walking away. Will has to decide if the man he met where the world ends is worth risking the fall out when he’s already been burned once by falling for the wrong man.

Okay. That's all. I promise I'm finished rambling. For those who stuck with me to this point, HEY AGAIN! For those coming to GRL, see you there. For those who were at GRNW, you were fucking fabulous. To everyone else, I love you all too.

Love Hard & Party Harder
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A Little More A Little Complicated

Heya guys! We're only a couple weeks away from the release of A Little Complicated and I'm SO EFFING STOKED! Sept. 2 just can't get here fast enough. I thought I'd give you guys another excerpt and I wanted y'all to hear from Brady so I'm taking you guys back 8 years to when Brady met Ryan! Y'all enjoy!

Brady Eight Years Earlier“Hey, thanks.” I said to the really cute guy who’d helped me find the store I’d been looking for all day.
“No problem,” he said with a lopsided grin. He had the biggest, brightest blue eyes I’d ever seen and his blond hair was in one of the faux-hawks that seemed to be fashionable lately. If he wasn’t so well-toned the guy would definitely be a twink, but the guy had some serious biceps and sexy forearms. He wore black, thick-rimmed glasses that sat just right on his very Greek nose and went well with his pointed chin and chiseled jaw. He was model pretty in a nerdy way, but you could tell he didn’t know he was. He seemed entirely too nice.
“I’m Brady, Brady Novak,” I said, holding out my hand. He studied it for a minute then gave me another of his winning smiles, taking my hand to shake.
“Ryan Borja.”
“Nice to meet you, Ryan. You from around here?”
“Oh, yeah. I grew up here in Decatur. Go to school over at Emory’s Clairemont campus.”
“Hey, me too. Must be a freshman? I’d remember you if I’d had a class with you.” Yeah, I flirted shamelessly, but no way was this young’un gonna go for a single dad. The attention was nice, though, and he was sweet enough to deserve a little attention himself. And I wasn’t lying. It was almost the end of the school year and if I’d not seen him in my mixed level courses or around my friends (what few I had, baby haters) he had to be a freshman. 
“Yeah.” He said. “My sister goes there, too. It’s sort of in the blood. Wait. You go to school here but you don’t know where the Flying Biscuit is?”
“Oh, well, I’m not from here. Grew up down in Valdosta. I don’t get out a whole lot other than work and school having a little girl and all.” And there was that look. It didn’t seem to be the usual eew fuck off look so much as disappointed. He probably thought I was straight. Story of my teenage life. Gay men preach all day about being tolerant but they sure ain’t when it comes to bisexual guys, and even more judgmental of the single father. Though, it can’t be easy since teenage parenthood isn’t exactly in the cards for most of them—being gay and all.
“Well, maybe I’ll see you around.” I said. “If you need any help on campus that your sister can’t give, you holler.”
“Yeah, uh, same here.” He said. I sighed and turned to walk away. I knew my face was probably showing how bummed I was, but I can’t rightly help it. I take quite a few ego hits for someone who’d fucked up but done the right thing.
“Hey!” He hollered as I was almost across the parking lot from where he still stood. I turned to see him jogging toward me, that lopsided smile there but a little uncertain. “You should hang out with me and my sister sometimes. She’s going to be a teacher and we’re both pretty good with kids. You know, so if you needed to get out sometimes.” Nobody offered that. No one was that nice. I looked him over carefully.
“What? Too weird?” he asked. “I’m not exactly a social butterfly, okay? My sister is my best friend so I’m not sure how this whole ‘trying to be normal person and offer help’ thing works.” He blushed underneath that golden hued skin on his cheeks so I didn’t doubt his honesty or his sincerity.
“Damn, Freshman, where have you been the last five years?”
“Five years?”
“Yeah. With the little one it’s taken a bit longer to graduate.”
“Well, I’m impressed you did either way. My sister will love you.” He rolled his eyes at that. I wondered what that was about. He’d obviously decided I was straight and I figured I wouldn’t see him again so I just went with it. Boy was I wrong, though. That day we ended up having lunch. And when it got close to finals he helped me cram for exams. He was quiet but funny. His sense of humor sucked about as bad as mine but he cracked me up. Turned out I’d accidentally made the best friend I’d had in a long time just in time to leave him. That sucked.
I was also incredibly attracted to him, and the way he was with my little girl did wonders for my heart. He even babysat her while I went on a date with this bangin’ chick that had actually asked me out. A hippie chick named Ellie.
“Her name is what?”
“Ellie. Didn’t catch her last name though. Met her on campus.”
“Blond hair, blue eyes?” He asked, looking a little annoyed.
“Yeah, ‘bout as light blond as yours.” Then it dawned on me when he grimaced. “Oh, shit, dude. Your sisterisn’t this Ellie is she?” Yeah he’d said his sister was his best friend, but aside from a random story about her wild dating ways he’d never talked about her and she hadn’t come up in the couple weeks I’d known him.
“Yeah, that’s her. I guess that’s why she ditched movie night with me tonight, huh?”
I winced. “Oh, damn. Do you want me to cancel?” I really would have if he’d asked. Honest. I didn’t know anything about Ellie and he was such a good guy. Plus, if he was to be believed about her dating habits, and I had no reason not to believe him, she was a flake.
“No. Don’t worry about it,” he laughed. “Not like you’ll get laid here tonight.” Ouch. He made a face when he realized he was talking about his sister. “Just go. Have fun,” he said, shutting the door in my face.
And that is how I embarked on the craziest relationship ever. For two months I dated Ellie, but we never worked toward sex. Not enough time on my part, plus it was hard to ask Ryan to watch Delilah just so I could hang out with his sister. It worked out that they were so tight, though, because we all started hanging out together. It felt like just a good friendship, honestly, so it was no big surprised when I mentioned my job offer after I graduated the next month was taking me to Phoenix that Ellie made her excuses quick-like and dumped me.
Now, I wasn’t all that into the relationship, mostly because I felt guilty that the one time did some heavy petting and dry humping, I’d almost said her brother’s name when I came. But I was so drawn to him. Ellie was fun, though, because she always pursued me just enough to make me feel like some kind of prize, even knowing about my little girl.
But so did Ryan with the way he looked at me. At some point, though, he’d stopped looking at me like someone he was crushing and started looking at me like—well, his sister’s boyfriend. And that sucked because I’d known him first, liked him first. I didn’t realize until the night Ellie and I broke up and I’d gotten drunk feeling like a loser for losing Ellie and never having a chance with Ryan (and totally fucking it up dating his sister) that I’d never told him I was bisexual. So when Ryan came over to help me pack, I thought I’d told him, but I ended up just making out with him.
Now I was drunk so mostly that night in my mind was the hottest kisses of my life, him saying he was sorry for Ellie, and the best fucking hand job ever. Then he said he felt guilty and I sure as hell felt guilty for making him feel guilty so being a fool I let him leave.
Two months. Two fucking months I’d known both of them and in two months it had been such a whirlwind. All I was walking off with was these snippets of memories, having traumatized Ryan whose smiled had really changed my faith in humanity and back to being just me and Delilah. So when my mama brought Delilah back from her last visit before the move and drove us to the airport, I didn’t think about them. It was all for Delilah anyway.
We had a life to get to, We’d both waited long enough and Ryan and Ellie Borja would just have to be a memory.
And that’s what they’d been until now. Goddamn them.

Yay! Well I hope that was enough to whet your appetite. So don't forget, A Little Complicated releases September 2! 

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A Little Complicated: Blurb, Cover & Excerpt

My new novella A Little Complicated comes out September 2nd so I've got the cover, excerpt and blurb for you here. I'm so excited about this one. It's definitely much lighter than what I usually write, but my usual dash of angst is in there. Hope y'all enjoy! (er. the excerpt is not edited)


A Little Complicated by Kade Boehme
Ryan Borja met the guy of his dreams in college. Brady Novak was kind, responsible and easy on the eyes. Yeah, the guy had a kid but Ryan loved her too? What could go wrong? Well, Ryan's sister Ellie, that's what. Ellie is a flighty, love-em-and-leave-em kinda girl with a big heart who doesn't realize she dated the guy Ryan had fantasized about. But, like all of Ellie's other relationships, this one ended withing two months, just in time to send Brady running off to take a job in Phoenix, taking Ryan's heart with him.

Ryan never thought he'd see Brady again until eight years later Ryan's sister blindsides him by announcing that not only is Brady back in Atlanta but she'd asked him out on a date. And he'd accepted. As if that wasn't enough to send Ryan on a tailspin, he finds out the neighborhood girl brings him face to face with Brady.

Brady can't believe when he sees Ryan again. He assumed Ryan had moved on from Atlanta, like he'd always said he would. But Brady hasn't forgotten his cute, nerdy friend and wants nothing more than to have a chance to try the relationship they never got to have all those years ago, but convincing Ryan that he hadn't slept with Ellie proves difficult. Ryan is still hurt over the way they left things and makes it an uphill battle, but Brady has waited too long. He'll damn well give a good go of trying to get his man and with the help of his precocious teenage daughter and a little help from friends they may just get their Happily Ever After. (Novella, 27k words)


EXCERPT:

CHAPTER ONE
Ryan
“Guess who I have a date with?” my sister Ellie asked. She pulled up a stool at my bar at Lucky Star Grill & Bar (better known for its whiskey than its steaks, I assure you). This was a question I heard every other week. Ellie’s tastes did not discriminate and she was always on the hunt for her future husband, though I’d never known her to stay with any of her guys more than three months. She was a bit too free spirited to be held down and as much as I adored her for her flighty ways I had poured up shots for many of the guys she’d left heartbroken in her wake.
I pulled a bottle of tequila from my well and started mixing up her favorite margarita. It was Friday night and I was surprised she was in as late as she was, as she always showed up right after work to “start her weekend right”. And I mean every weekend since three years ago when I started bartending down the road from the school where she taught art. Obviously now I understood her tardiness, she’d been chatting up a guy.
“Who is it this time Ells?” I asked, passing her the margarita I’d shaken for her. “Is it the cute guy at the Post Office or is it that guy who helped you air up your bike tire?” I jumped up and down in feign excitement, clapping my hands. “Ooh, or could it be mystery guy at the gym?”
The look she shot me was not amused but she was accustomed to my giving her shit over her lackadaisical dating habits. She took a long pull from her margarita and before she could speak again one of the waitresses came to hand me a ticket for a couple of martinis. I took my time making the martinis and wisely made Ellie her second margarita, she’d sucked the other down before I’d gotten back to her. 
She was pulling her pouty face. For her to be the elder sibling she acted way more like a princessy, younger sister. I adored her, though, so she knew the pouting would work. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry for teasing you.”
“No, you’re not.” She ran her fingers through her long blond hair and poked out her bottom lip. I produced the fresh margarita and traded it for her empty glass. Her eyes brightened and she grabbed the new one greedily sing-songing “You’re forgiven!”
 I laughed at her. “I thought so.”
“So don’t you want to know?” she asked. I didn’t have anyone else at the bar so I leaned in, propping my elbows next to her and motioning with my hands for her to get on with it. “I’m going in for a second helping!”
My eyes got wide. She neverdid second chances with guys. Never. An unspoken rule existed whenever she broke up with someone and that was for them to never try to ask her out again. “Must be serious.”
She looked wistfully into her margarita glass with a shy smile that I can’t say I’ve ever seen on her face. “I always kinda thought he was the one. Y’kno, ever since college I only ever felt bad about ending it with this guy.”
Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. I knew this story. I’d heard it before and she meant every word. She’d regretted breaking up with only one man ever and it was... “Brady Novak,” she said dreamily. 
I stood up and turned from her to pretend I was washing dishes, hiding my facial expressions at all costs. I’d never expected to see that man again, much less had I expected her to be dating him again. 
Good lord.
“Can you believe it?” She was fucking swooning. I shook my head but still said nothing when I turned back to her, my face blank. She looked me over. “I know. I deserve that look. I hurt him good, but hey, if he can forgive me wouldn’t that be awesome? Who ever gets another chance with the one that got away?”
Who indeed? I needed a shot myself. I went over to make another round of drinks for a waiter and another margarita for my sister. I may or may not have slipped a little vodka in the Red Bull I had stashed under my point of sale computer. Whatever.
Fucking Brady Novak. Holy shit. I was stunned. She’d dated him as briefly as anyone else, but he was the only guy she’d ever pretended to be serious about in a for real way. I assumed it was because he had a kid and she needed to impress him. That had been my freshman year and their final year of college so they let me tag along with them on campus. I thought Brady hung the moon every bit as much as my sister had. He’d had a kid in high school and when the mother didn’t want it he’d taken the little girl on himself and moved out of his parents’ house to support her and still managed to finish high school and get through college. Pretty much a dream guy. And did I mention he was hot? Like, how-in-the-hell-did-my-sister-ever-think-she’d-do-better-than-him hot.
“So, Brady, he’s cool given how you ditched out on him and his kid and all?” I was surprised at how bitchy my question was. I couldn’t even really tell with whom I was more annoyed; my sister for having a date with Brady, Brady for coming back, or me for still being affected from just the man’s name after all these years. 
Ellie looked surprised at my cunt-a-licious response at first then shot daggers with her eyes. “Well, he says he’s missed me too and he thought second chances were only fair.”
I hmphed. What can I say? I own my jealousy. I am one with my jealousy. And let’s face it, she kinda sprung this on me and I’ll be damned but I wanted to go find Brady myself and kick his ass for not think I deserved a second chance if he was passing those out.
No time for that, though. I shook my head clear.
“Sorry, Ells. I’ve just been busy all day and I won’t be out of here until late. Congrats on snagging Moby Dick. Maybe you’ll hang on to him?”
She beamed. “You better believe it!”
“Do you need another margarita before it gets busy in here again?” I asked, seeing a line of people wander in the front doors.  She threw a look over her shoulders and grimaced.
“No thanks, Ryan. I’ll just head out.” She started digging through her purse and I printed up her check, still a bit stunned from earlier when she asked “Heya, can I ask you a favor kid?”
“Because calling me kid always gets you what you want?” I asked drily. I hated when she called me kid. She only had three years on my twenty-six years.
She rolled her eyes in her indulgent big sister way. “My bad. Ryan, can I get ready at your place tomorrow. Mom and Dad have some big to-do going down at the house and I don’t want to be in the way.” I often wondered why she still lived with our parents since she made plenty of money  and hated that they had better social lives than both of their twenty-something children combined. God knows I’d left during college and not looked back. Don’t get me wrong, I love our parents but good Christ I loved my freedom, even if it didn’t often get me much more than a blow job because I worked two jobs. Damn my inability to sit still.
“Okay, that’s cool. I have to be here at five-thirty so you should definitely get there no later than four-forty-five please.”
“Great!” She leaned over the counter with her winning smile and pecked me on the cheek as I picked up the cash she’d left in the ticket presenter. “I’ll be able to get ready right down to the wire, too, because he just moved in your building. Maybe I won’t be late for a date, for once.”
I blinked, staring for a moment. “He lives in my building? I haven’t seen him around at all.”
“Oh, he lives on the lower floor to accommodate his daughter. She’s sick or something. He didn’t explain, really.”
I blinked and stared more. “Wow. Poor guy hasn’t had it easy.” I said that more to myself but she made a sympathetic frown and nodded.
“Well, Ellie is here to make it all better.” She winked and I wanted to puke.
“I’m sure she is.”
Brady Novak’s daughter was sick. My sister had dumped him and his kid when everything was way more peachy than that, did he really want to take that kind of chance again? I knew my sister, though, and she had pined enough that I thought she might actually want to give it a real, grown up try with Brady.
But that hurt. How could I sit across the table at holidays, watching them be a couple? That thought threatened to rip out my heart.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day Ellie showed up exactly at four-forty-five. I actually didn’t have to be at work until six p.m. but I’d learned to tell her at least thirty minutes earlier for everything because work was about the only thing she seemed to be able to make it to on time. How she passed college was beyond me, for all the tardies that kept adding up into absences.
I’d been obsessed with the fact that Brady lived in my building. I almost wanted to roam the first floor to see if I might catch him wandering out so I could ask him "What the hell?" Alas, there was no reason for me to venture to the first floor. Only thing on the first floor was handicapped accessible apartments and the Superintendent’s quarters. They had a separate parking area and everything so that definitely explained why I hadn’t bumped into him randomly. And I really, really still wanted some answers, even all these years later so bumping into him would have been really fucking nice.
He’d disappeared after that night. I guess when he was supposed to leave the next day anyways it was unfair to be really angry, but we’d kissed, we’d touched and the next day he was gone.
I didn’t want to think about that -- especially now that he was going to be dating my sister again. Good lord. It was fucked up that all this time later he had be so mixed up and I didn’t even know if he looked the same. He probably had a pot belly and a sad, frumpy face after dealing with all of the stress in his life.
Right, like Ellie would date him if he’s turned into a slag.
Fuck. 
As I was leaving out the front entrance I noticed a girl I’d seen a lot of lately, pushing herself up the wheelchair ramp on the sidewalk. I smiled at her when she saw me and she returned my smile, only twice as bright and much less jaded. Even in a wheelchair, at I assumed was around fourteen-years-old she was open and bright and I envied her natural cheer.
“Well, good afternoon, Miss Lila. How are you today?” I asked as I pressed the unlock button on my keyless entry, pointing it at my Jeep.
“I’m awesome. Just got a mile in eight minutes.” She was breathing heavily, face flushed from heavy exercise. 
“You’ll be Paralympics bound in no time.”
“It’s the goal!” She smiled brightly, giving me a thumbs-up. I reached in my messenger bag and pulled out a cold bottled water I’d grabbed for myself before leaving, but she seemed to be in more need than I at the moment. She huffed and puffed a "thank you" when I passed her the water. 
“Well, I gotta get to work. Be careful out there.”
“Thanks for the water!” She yelled at my retreating back, obviously having found her voice again. I was super impressed with the kid. She’d shown up recently working out to prepare for wheelchair racing. She hit the sidewalks and the park by my apartment building every other day around the same time. I only wish I was that determined. Or that damn chipper.
I made it through my shift, which was a typical Saturday night in a Decatur, Georgia, restaurant. Drunk kids from the local college (doing my alma mater so proud) and locals who rarely tipped. I didn’t mind it, though. Like I’d said, I don’t do sitting still. I’ worked as a bartender at Lucky Star since I was in my final years of college and after I’d gotten my degree in computer science I’d gotten a nine-to-five job working for the state tax commission on their tax software. If you do e-file in Georgia, I had something to do with why it was such an easy process. 
My day job sucked the life out of me, but the money was awesome and afforded me great benefits and helped me pay for my badass apartment in Midtown Atlanta. I couldn’t really complain. My bartending gig, though, I love. Several of the waitstaff and I have been there for years and know each other well. The restaurant is an awesome environment, all of us complimenting each other’s abilities and getting along like family (yes, I mean the ups and downs). It was about as close as you could get to a dream job for the food service industry. 
When I got home my sister had left a pile of clothes on my couch and make-up all over the sink. I rolled my eyes fondly before tidying up a little then showering and changing so I could get the smell of beer and wings off of me. I hadn’t been vegged out on my couch long when my sister wandered in, sighing wistfully.
“Why, Miss Scarlett, did Mr. Ashley sweep ya off your feet?” I asked in my best southern belle lilt.
“Oh, stop it!” She plopped down on the couch beside me. “Ryan, he’s so much better than college. He’s all grown up and manly.”
“He always was.” I distinctly remembered just how manly he’d felt in my hands. I didn’t want to think on that, though, and saying any more would really not be wise so I stuffed my mouth with one of the tacos I’d brought home from work. I was always loyal to my sister, never lied to her (unless it was for her own good, like on days she was in fact too bloated to wear thatparticular shirt—I suppose that lie was good for both of our health but I digress) but this was not something she’d get. Hell, I still didn’t get that night. Part of me wanted to go knock on every door until he answered one of them and I’d punch him for misleading her. He’d kissed me. He’d touched me.Wasn’t it dishonest to get involved with my sister? I didn’t think he was that much of an asshole. Had I really been that wrong about him?
“No way,” Ellie said, pulling me out of my inner wanderings. “He’s aged like a wine, baby. That man has filled out in all the right places and he’s still so humble and nice. Such a gentleman, too.”
I stood from the couch and went to the kitchen to throw away the last of my carry out. I couldn’t listen to this anymore and I had definitely lost my appetite. 
“Gentlemen don’t have their dates home at—" I looked at the clock “—two in the morning, Ellie.”
“What? Oh! No. He went home to his daughter around eight o'clock and I was bored just hanging out here and there was no way I was going back home so I called Trish and we went for drinks at Atkin’s.”
Well, that made me feel better. They hadn’t slept together. I tried to tell myself I felt better because that gave me time to tell her that her boyfriend and I had hooked up all those years ago so she could make an informed decision, but secretly it was because the jealousy roiling in my stomach was giving me cramps and I couldn’t have handled them spending the night together. I felt guilty and disloyal, but I’d been in love with the guy since before I’d known him, before she dated him, and I still obviously was. Damn him for coming back.
“I’m going to bed.” I realized I snapped and she looked at me quizzically.
“Grumpykins needs a nap,” she intoned our mother’s most common quote when we were bitchy as kids. I smiled despite myself. It wasn’t her fault I was pissy and she sure didn’t kno what was going on until I told her…
Tomorrow. I’d tell her tomorrow.
CHAPTER THREE
I woke up earlier than I’d intended for my only day off—Sunday. Sundays were the one day I worked neither job. Everyone needs at least one off day, even us workaholics. I usually spent the day sleeping in, but it obviously wasn’t in the cards for this weekend. I rolled over to look at the clock the first time I woke to see it was only seven-thirty. I tried hard to keep sleeping but around eight-fifteen I gave up the fight and put on some running clothes, tiptoeing through the living room where my sister slept on the pull out. 
I had been neglecting my morning run for a couple weeks now so it was definitely needed. I did my stretches and headed out to the park that sat adjacent to my apartment building. It was smaller but the running trails were some of the cleanest in the city.
I was just getting a good rhythm up, feet pounding the pavement, pushing out all the guilt trying to eat at me, and all the fucking jealousy. Damn jealousy. I knew it was D-Day. I’d resolved to find a way to talk to Ellie. I’d take her for breakfast, maybe. There was a tea-room close by that served awesome brunch. She loved their mimosas. Yeah, that was what I’d do.
Until my plans got de-railed by one weeping wheel chair racer.
“Oh, my god, honey!” I gasped as I ran to where she was lying on the grass, her wheelchair having rolled down an impossible embankment to crawl down unless she wanted to be stuck down there, too. She looked up at me pitifully and I squatted to check her over. “Are you alright? Anything broken?”
She looked at her legs. “Well, I hope not.” Her voice shook. She was crying but that appeared mostly from injuring her pride. She had some scrapes on her hands but otherwise looked okay.
“Do you mind?” I indicated that I wanted to check her legs. She nodded but looked away as I checked them over. Nothing appeared broken or mangled. “Should we call someone?” I asked.
“No!” I jumped when she yelled. She looked at me apologetically. “Sorry, it’s just that my nurse hates all this ‘racing business’. If she knew I was coming out in the mornings she’d flip out. She thinks I just go to the coffee shop on the corner.”
Oh, teenagers. 
“I’m sure she has good reason, hon.” I said, indicating the errant wheelchair. She scowled at me, her button nose scrunching in distaste. I put up my hands in the universal sign of surrender.
“I’m just saying,” I said. I made my way down the embankment, her glare burning through my back, and grabbed her wheelchair, pushing it back up to the path. I looked it over, as well. “Anything look fucked up?” She looked it over then grabbed my arm. I turned to her, surprised.
Oh. She was staring at my tattoos. I pulled my arm back, not wanting to explain to a fourteen year old how I’d gotten a tattoo for the one that got away, the one my sister was currently dating again. 
Although, I suppose if anyone understood fatal attraction it was a fucking teenager, huh?
“No. It looks fine,” she said, lifting herself in the chair. I dared not even ask if she needed assistance. I’d fucked up enough talking to her like a kid. How had I turned into that adult?
“Lila, what happened?”
She looked at my with her chin jutting out defiantly. “I spun around the turn too fast and flipped out.”
I weighed my words but decided to go with what she’d rather hear. “Sounds fucking gnarly. How fast you reckon you were going?”
She looked infinitely pleased with that response. How could I judge anyways? I didn’t even know the particulars of her paralysis so if she was well enough to be pulling of six-minute miles I assumed she wasn’t new to all this. “I don’t know, but it was so awesome. I felt like I was flying. ” Her face flushed with embarrassment.
“And then you were actually flying, huh?” I joked.
She nodded. I petted her head like a dog. “It’ll be okay, Princess.” She rolled her eyes grandly and I was cool with that. “So you live around here?”
She nodded. “In the Del Mar.”
“Oh, I live there.”
“Well, duh. I do see you come out, like, all the time.”
I chuckled. She had me there. “Well, Miss, would you like to actually go for some of that coffee so you don’t have to lie to your nurse and perhaps take it easy until she can make sure you’re not injured.”
“How do I do that? She can’t know I fell.” 
“You suck at this,” I said. “You’re supposed to tell her you fell off the bed reaching for your cell phone or something.”
She eyed me like I was crazy. “Well, you’re not like a pervert are you? My dad says I shouldn’t hang out with strangers.”
“Well, your dad’s smart, but don’t let my butch exterior fool you,” I said, flexing my biceps, “I’m gay as a picnic in June on the inside.”
She laughed. And that’s how me and Lila ended up with a coffee and her explaining more about Paralympics than I ever cared to know. She also told me about the diving accident that led to her paraplegia. Now, I know it was weird to take a kid for coffee, but I was most definitely gay for one thing and another she was a nice neighborhood kid who was hurt. The coffee shop was literally across the street so I didn’t figure it’d hurt anything. Plus, she was fabulous.
“So you’re really gay, huh?” She asked. Now this question sometimes surprised me. I had a subtle flame but people usually picked up which way my bread was buttered fairly quickly. I’d never had an issue with being gay, coming out at fourteen. My parents shrugged and we all went on with our lives.
“No doubt. I have the extensive collection of Britney Spears records to prove it.”
“That proves nothing,” she snorted. “You could think she’s hot.”
“Honey, I own Crossroads. I cry when I watch it.”
She sniggered at me. “Okay. Gay. Though, my dad would fuss at me for stereotyping.”
“Your dad sounds very smart. I suppose I shouldn’t encourage it.”
“My dad likes both. Y’kno, like, he likes girls and boys, so I’m totally cool with it,” she said matter-of-factly. Her eyes slid around the room then back to me, slyly. I couldn’t help just looking at her blankly for a minute.
“Is that so? Well, there’s my random fact for the day.”  
“I think you two would get along.” She winked at me.
“So now I know why you’ve been friendly to me. You’ve been trying to match-make for the old man.”
She snorted. “Well, you arecute. And gay. Seeing anyone?”
“Who are you and where did you come from?” I looked around with exaggerated turns of my head. “Am I being punk’d?”
Another grand roll of her eyes. Oh this kid. “Your sense of humor is about as dumb as his, too. You guys should get along great.”
“Thanks,” I said drily. “I bet you even faked that little tear fest in the park.”
She perked up. “Right! You caught me. I saw you coming and took my chance. And now you can walk me home like a responsible adult and my dad will be so grateful he’ll whisk you away.”
“You’re awfully big on hooking your dad up with a guy,” I said, eyeing her carefully as I took a sip of my coffee.
“Women always try to use me as some prop, playing the perfect step-mom.” She leveled me with her gaze. “And If It’ll get the stick out of his ass to get a dick up his ass I’ll do about anything to make it happen.”
That sip I’d just taken of my coffee… Yeah. Spit it right in the poor thing’s face. Then I started apologizing profusely and trying to wipe her down with my napkins. “Oh my God I’m so sorry, Lila. Oh my god. But seriously? You’re fourteen! How the hell do you know anything about that?”
She waited for me to finish fussing over her. “I read fanfic. It’s all boys doing that stuff. And I’m almost fifteen. Not stupid, y’kno?” Oh I wanted to smack those rolling eyes out of her head.
“Well, I’ll walk you home and say hi to your dad as long as you never say anything like that to me again. My gah!”
“Deal!” She said with another of her winning smiles.
I followed her home and she smiled as she unlocked the door to their apartment. I’d never said I’d actually go out with her dad, but hey, at least I’d let him know I had been looking out for her. 
The door flung open before she could finish turning the key. “Oh shit,” Lila mumbled. An elderly black lady in floral scrubs looked between the two of us and launched into a tirade about being early and not finding Lila in her bed and Lila Novak, child, you’d better not have been out doing that wheel chair racing. Tut tut tut. The nurse was just in the middle of checking a griping Lila out from head to toe while shooting death glares at me when it really sank in what she’d just said.
First floor of my building.
Handicapped apartment. “His daughter is sick or something. He didn’t explain.” Fucking. Hell.
“Lila Novak?” I asked, looking at her dumbly. She looked up at me and nodded, looking confused at the dumb look that must be on my face.
“Delilah Novak? Brady’s Delilah?” I asked, stupidly.
She and the nurse both stopped to look at me, inspecting me carefully like one might a species they’d never encountered—wondering first and foremost does it bite? Lila nodded, eyeing me. “How—" she started but was stopped by a voice come out of the apartment, toward us.
“Y’all, what’s all the fussing about?” Brady asked, coming from inside the apartment, hair adorably ruffled from sleep. I fought the urge to swoon like my sister had been for days.
“Oh, shit.” I repeated Lila’s earlier sentiment.
Brady looked from Lila and her nurse to me. Then proceeded to also repeat, “Oh, shit.”
“That’s what he said,” the nurse said drily. Everyone turned an acerbic look to her. She looked among the three of us. “What?”

  GoodReads Page for A Little Complicated
Hope it sounds fun for you guys. I just love Brady and Ryan. And holy crap thanks so much to L.C. Chase for another awesome cover. I'll get more info on giveaways and buy links ASAP. September 2nd yall! I'm so stoked.

Comments

I probably shouldn't address this, but I will anyways then I have nothing else to say... For those I offended by commenting on a review I'm sorry. But for all of you sick of "Diva Authors" there are just as many people sick of "Diva Readers". If you so badly dislike the genre, its tropes and think all of us authors are "asshats" and full of ourselves...I'm sure M/F would gladly take you back. No one is forcing you to read this genre you are so fucking sick of. Fuck. Off. You're ruining it for everyone else.

Review Roundup

Heya homies! Well, I thought I've been reviewed by some of my favorite blogs and am so blown away at the response to Don't Trust the Cut. I'm sure I've gushed like this a million times but I just really want everyone to know how much I appreciate that you gave Tucker & Jesse a shot and ended up falling in love. Since the release I hear from people who loved the story for their relationship or Jesse's struggle or for the way I treated the character Alison, but even best is how people connected to Tucker. I was nervous about how people would respond to my treatment of his self-harming back story and it's a very personal part of my history so I hoped I got it across with some sensitivity and understanding. I'm so pleased and thank all of you who've reached out to me about that aspect of the story. I'm ever so humbled by all of your kind words. And even moreso every time someone reads this story.

So anyways, I'm doing a big roundup of all of the blog reviews I've been made aware of so anyone on the fence about reading this is what "The Reviewers" have to say.

 5 Star Reviewed by JesseWave
JesseWave

JK Hogan (she guest reviewed for J-Dub, but this is her FULL review)

Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews (also has an Interview with little ol' me)
 
MM Good Books

Live Your Life Buy the Book

 Sinfully Sexy Reviews Tucker & Jesse Pics



Thanks for all the great words! 
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BLURBAGE: A Little Complicated

Hey guys!  So I finished my new novella A Little Complicated. Thought i'd give y'all some blurbage!

A Little Complicated by Kade Boehme

Ryan Borja met the guy of his dreams in college. Brady Novak was kind, responsible and easy on the eyes. Yeah, the guy had a kid but Ryan loved her too? What could go wrong? Well, Ryan's sister Ellie, that's what. Ellie is a flighty, love-em-and-leave-em kinda girl with a big heart who doesn't realize she dated the guy Ryan had fantasized about. But, like all of Ellie's other relationships, this one ended withing two months, just in time to send Brady running off to take a job in Phoenix, taking Ryan's heart with him.

Ryan never thought he'd see Brady again until eight years later Ryan's sister blindsides him by announcing that not only is Brady back in Atlanta but she'd asked him out on a date. And he'd accepted. As if that wasn't enough to send Ryan on a tailspin, he finds out the neighborhood girl who's shown up recently, practicing her wheelchair racing for the paralympics is none other than Brady's daughter.

Brady can't believe when he sees Ryan again. He assumed Ryan had moved on from Atlanta, like he'd always said he would. But there he stands, having just helped Brady's paraplegic daughter after an accident. Brady hasn't forgotten his cute, nerdy friend and wants nothing more than to have a chance to try the relationship they never got to have all those years ago, but convincing Ryan that he hadn't slept with Ellie proves difficult. Ryan is still hurt over the way they left things and makes it an uphill battle, but Brady has waited too long. He'll damn well give a good go of trying to get his man and with the help of his precocious teenage daughter and a little help from friends they may just get their Happily Ever After. (Novella, 27k words)

Yay! Wow. So that's ANOTHER update. I have some picspiration for this one that I'll get up soon, and as i know more about release, etc, I'll share. On to the betas they fly!

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