Thank you for hosting new release gay romance Like a Thief in the Night
Gorgeous, businessman, Saxon Dearing buys a pied de terre
in the city where he works. Only using the place on three nights, he goes home
to his beachside house for the rest of the week. At thirty-two, immersed in his
work, he doesn’t know he’s lonely until delicious, twenty-five year old Jon
Palmer literally drops into his life during a thunderstorm.
Artist Jon struggles to sell his paintings from a tiny
studio, and works in a city gallery to pay his rent. As the two men fall in
love, Jon can’t overcome the idea his lack of success is a barrier to telling
handsome, wealthy Saxon how he feels.
When his boss offers him a dangerous way of making money,
Jon must make a choice.
Today we welcome, Saxon Dearing one of the heroes
I’ll make this interview fun…
Saxon, If you were a dessert, what would you be?
(Laughs) A dessert … well I know Jon likes ginger cookies, but that’s not really a dessert, huh? Okay I know, lemon meringue pie, yeah.
What do you do when you need to blow off steam?
If I’m in the city I go to the gym and beat the crap out of a punch bag. If I’m at the beach house, I run on the beach, although I do keep to the wet sand and I like to wear my iPod
What do you look for in a man?
Nothing now I’ve met Jon. He’s perfect for me. I love him. He’s intelligent, creative, good-looking, sexy, sweet … I could go on all day about him.
What is in your refrigerator right now?
In the city, steak, lettuce, cherry tomatoes … a half pack of beer, what else … a red pepper. There’s not that much because Jon and I are going up to the beach house tonight.
What’s on your bedroom floor?
In the city, my old baseball bat, that’s under the bed.
What do you wear in bed?
Depends what I’m doing (smiles) so it ranges from a t-shirt and boxers to nothing … (smiles again) mostly nothing now
Light on or off?
Either, both
Chocolate or vanilla?
Is that for licking off Jon’s abs? Has to be chocolate.
What’s your biggest fear?
Oh, well, I have to think about that for a second. I could say spiders or losing on the stock market but truth is it’s losing Jon’s love. It would break my heart.
What is your most treasured possession?
After the last question … Jon’s not my possession but I treasure him. If it has to be a possession, then it’s a drawing Jon gave me … he’s an artist.
What’s your favorite outfit?
I have some old faded levis and beaten up leather boots that I rely on when I’m not in suits. I usually throw on a t-shirt and my battered leather jacket over the top. I have to wear suits for work. I like my black one best.
What do you like to see Jon dressed in?
Anything he likes, (his eyes mist a little) although I do like him in the tux he wore for our wedding, and in his ripped jeans, because there’s a frayed bit high on his thigh…
Do you have a favorite music track?
My taste and surprisingly Jon’s too, is eclectic.
We’re listening to old Coldplay stuff right now … love them.
We’re listening to old Coldplay stuff right now … love them.
Tell the readers something you’ve never told anyone before.
(Grins) What? You mean spill a secret? You do. (Takes a deep breath) I have nothing for you, nope not a thing…
We’ll make that the last question. Thanks for visiting. Where are you off to next?
(Smiles) You know that’s another question, right?
We have a story teaser for you from, Like a Thief in the Night
Jon struggled into a sitting position. “What time is it?”
Jon struggled into a sitting position. “What time is it?”
Saxon shook his head. “I don’t know, but
maybe nine or ten.” Saxon sat up.
“Hell, not ten please.” Jon leaped from the
bed and dashed to his backpack where he snatched a smartphone from the front
zipper pocket. He ran his hand through his sleep-ruffled hair. It stood on end
at the front. He cast a glance at Saxon. “It’s nine. I start at nine-thirty.
I’m sorry, I have to dash.”
“It’s okay. Will I make you a coffee while
you dress?”
“Thanks for thinking of me, but I’ll make a
cup at the gallery.” He ran into the bathroom and came out moments later in the
jeans and sweater Saxon had seen him wearing the night before. He dropped a
pair of boots to the floor and zipped up his fly as he pushed bare feet into
them.
Saxon gazed at the spectacle. He got out of
bed and walked rapidly to the kitchen remembering Jon’s jacket was draped over
the back of a chair. He brought it to Jon.
Jon rewarded him with a smile. “Thank you.
Is it okay to leave my pajamas in the bathroom?” He slipped his jacket on and
grabbed up his backpack.
To Saxon’s surprise and delight, Jon kissed
him by the side of his mouth.
“See you tonight. Thank you so much.” He
strode to the door, opened it, and left.
Copyright E. D. Parr 2019, Evernight Publishing
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