I had three blogs due this week, so I’m fudging a bit with a
sneak peek for my New Adult novel out November 16th from Carina
Press. Jefferson Blythe, Esquire is a kooky mix of comedy, travelogue
and romance. It’s a mystery of course, but it’s really not like anything I’ve
done before. And I don’t want to say more than that.
Anyway, there will be a huge launch party over on myFacebook page on the 15th and tons of prizes and goodies will be
given away, but I thought it would be fun to do a giveaway here as well.
So answer the questions below and one random commenter will
win a hardcover copy of The Grand Tour:
Around the World with the Queen of Mystery by Agatha Christie. I received
this book as a gift a couple of Christmases ago and it’s a really fascinating
glimpse both into Christie’s mind and a world of travel that no longer exists.
1 - Poirot or Marple?
2 - Professor Plum or Miss Scarlet?
3 - Marlowe or Spade?
The Blurb:
In this fast, fun and dead-sexy male/male new-adult caper
from multi-award-winning author Josh Lanyon, twentysomething Jefferson Blythe
gets lost, gets found, falls in love and comes out...all in the span of one
wild summer.
After his first relationship goes disastrously awry, Jeff
Blythe uses his savings to tour Europe—the old-fashioned
way. Armed with his grandfather's1960 copy of Esquire's Europe in Style, Jeff
sets off looking for adventure but finds much, much more than he bargained
for...
In London,
dodging questions from shady criminals about a mysterious package he most
certainly does not have is simple. Losing the gunmen who are convinced he's
someone else is not. And when George, an old friend, offers him help—and a
place to stay, and perhaps something more—things become complicated.
Is George really who he seems? And is Jeff finally ready to
act on his attraction?
From Paris to Rome
and back again, Jeff and George fall for each other, hard, while quite
literally running for their lives. But trusting George at his word may leave
Jeff vulnerable—in more ways than one.
A Romantic Times Top Pick!
The Peek:
The little café was situated right at the junction of rue
Lepic and rue Cauchois, and when I came outside, I must have turned the wrong
way because the next thing I knew I was on rue Cauchois. It was an old and
quiet street, old buildings—mostly residential. It did not look even vaguely
familiar.
Thinking it would be simple to cut through the web of narrow
side streets and then intersect with rue Lepic, I didn’t turn back like I
should have. Nope, I kept walking, turned down another small street, followed
it for a ways, and then, deciding that I was traveling in the general right
direction, turned down another narrow street. And then the next. And then the
next.
And then I was lost.
But I knew I needed to keep heading downhill, away from the
Basilique du Sacré-Coeur, so that seemed simple enough. Keep winding my way
downhill and hopefully I’d bump into rue Lepic again, find metro Blanche and
get back to my hotel before dawn.
There were not as many people as before, and very few
tourists. I wasn’t nervous, but I also wasn’t giddy with delight.
I kept walking, kept heading…west? West was right, wasn’t
it?
Why did I not have a better brain for directions?
Why hadn’t I taken the Metro?
Why did all these fucking streets seem to lead deeper and
deeper into the maze?
At that point the caffeine from the coffee and the sugar
from the crème brûlée must have kicked in, dispelling the last fumes of
alcohol. I stopped walking and got my phone out.
There were very few street lamps and light was very poor.
Motorbikes and a couple of cars nearly blocked the narrow street in one
direction. In the other there was a row of metal trash bins that looked like
tin pepper pots. Ivy grew up the walls of the buildings, which were typical of
French architecture in the 1800s: pastel stone and brick, iron cresting, and
steep mansard roofs.
Where the hell was I?
I spotted a red-and-blue sign a few feet away and started
toward it, using my phone as a flashlight.
Something whizzed past my hand, the sign seemed to crinkle
in the center, and I heard a weird pop. I didn’t recognize the sound. It was
more like a thunk than a bang, but either way, it was as though an invisible
hand had reached past me to punch the sign.
As I stared at that ominous divot, like the bull’s-eye in a
target, there was another pop. The side mirror on the car beside me shattered.
A shot. I was being shot at.
I ducked down beside the car, then realized I was probably
still on the same side as the shooter. I half ran, half crawled around the
front of the car. The tire next to me suddenly deflated, the hissing
accompanied by two loud pops.
No. No. No. This could not be happening again. It
just…couldn’t.
18 comments:
Awesomeness! Can't wait for Jefferson's adventures! :-)
Poirot!; um...neither; Marlowe.
Ooh, I can't wait for this! Those questions, however... A bit of a Sophie's choice.
1. Poirot, because I love to exercise my little grey cells.
2. Miss Scarlet, because she has way more fun.
3. Spade, because Bogey, always.
Love this. Thanks!
1. I love both characters, but will go with Miss Marple
2. Professor Plum - of course
3. Philip Marlowe - another of course
I loved the sneak peek. I'm looking forward to reading the entire story SOON!
Miss Marple...
Professor Plum
Marlowe of course!
Love the sneak peak... Can't wait!
Poirot because he was the first Christie I read
Professor Plum just because
Spade.
Looking forward to reading this.
I have to go with Maite on this.
Miss Marple...
Professor Plum
Marlowe of cou
Miss Poirot
Professor Scarlet
Sparlowe
Actually I really like Poirot, but I haven't finished my coffee so I can't commit further.
Poirot was my first. I love him.
Miss Scarlet, just because.
And Marlowe. Always Marlowe.
Poirot--of course...who can resist when he uses his little gray cells.
Miss Scarlet--she's more fun than Professor Plum
Philip Marlowe
JBE sounds like a blast and I can't wait to read it. It's pre-ordered of course.
--Judy S
j dot stonewright at gmail dot com
Wonderful! Super congrats. Wishing you many sales.
I preordered the book the moment it was on amazon. Can't wait! Poirot, miss Scarlet and P.Marlowe.
goge
Poirot... He seems a bit more logical
Miss Scarlet, though Cluedo is not really my thing
Sam Spade because of the Maltese Falcon
Poirot , Miss Scarlet and Spade
What fun! Congratulations, Josh.
1. Marple
2. Plum
3. Marlowe
The giveaway book sounds wonderful! Thanks for the chance. :-)
I can't wait for the book, and thanks for the giveaway
Poirot - AC was what came after Nancy Drew!
Miss Scarlett
Marlowe, probably!
:-)
Looks fabulous, Josh!
And our winner is...da da!!!! HALDIS!
Haldis, drop me a line and we will work out the shipping arrangements.
Congratuations--and thank you to everyone who took the time to read and comment. :-)
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