Havan's Heavenly Haven: Stuck on Rewind with @diannehartsock @PridePromo @pridepublishing

Let the touring begin…

Stuck on Rewind

Dianne Hartsock

Release date: March 15, 2016

Wacky author interview blitz!

(Treat it like a speed question quiz, it hurts less that way – 5 words or less answers only.)

You wake up in the middle of the night and Hulk (in his glorious green form) is sitting in your room staring at you…what are the first five words out of your mouth?

Must have been some party…

Let’s play marry / f^ck / kill (the social media edition) – Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest?

Fuck Facebook, Kill Instagram, Marry Pinterest

You uncorked an unusual bottle purchased at an antique store and a dragon morphs out of it, growing enormous in size. Knowing it’s your destiny to be the dragon slayer of the 21^st century…you grab the nearest item to your right and face down the evil dragon. What item is your weapon of choice?

Aha! My neon yellow hi-liter.

Serve me your perfect breakfast.

Coffee, lemon crepes, orange scones

You’re on a first date with the person of your dreams and you meet their parents, what one thing do you not want them to find out about you?

That I’m already married?

Write the most romantic story you can think of.

Then he did the dishes.

What tabs are open on your computer right now?

Kindle for PC, Facebook

You are an animal makeover artist, and this extremely rich and eccentric client brings their pet marmoset. How would you dress the cutie patootie?

Top hat and bowtie

Grossest thing you’ve ever smelled.

A water treatment plant

You’ve been making small talk with the fine a** person sitting next to you on the plane. Suddenly an engine goes out and you are faced with the very real fate that you may die and this person may be the last one you ever say anything to. What would you say to him? (And after you say it...he informs you it was just some turbulence and you’ll be landing in less than five minutes…um…oops…)

Don’t you tell my husband!

Blurb:

Ashton has been in love with his best friend for years, watching him grow from a pretty high school boy to the gorgeous erotic dancer at the club where they both work. The problem is that Lance enjoys the attention of a variety of men while Ashton wants him for his very own.

After a day spent denying his attraction for Lance, standing by while their friend Trey openly flirts with him, Ashton decides it’s time to make his move or risk losing his man forever. Once Lance knows how he feels, he’ll realize they should be together. Or is it already too late?

Categories: Contemporary, Erotic, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

10,308 words

Publisher: Pride Publishing

Cover Artist: Emmy Ellis

Excerpt:

“Fuck!” Ashton shouted in a mixture of anger and ecstasy as Lance swallowed again, then let Ashton’s softening cock slip from between his perfect lips. Ashton leaned on his elbows, his chest heaving while he caught his breath. With a last kiss on his thigh, Lance climbed off the bed, sleek-limbed and graceful, and walked to the dresser with a sassy sway of his hips.

Ashton stared after him and groaned, not sure if he wanted to pull his friend’s ass back into his arms or punch him in the face. It would be incredible to wake up with Lance every morning and make love to him. But he sternly reminded himself that they were only friends and Lance needed to stop climbing into his bed at night uninvited.

“You do remember you have a bed of your own?” he asked, more sharply than he’d intended.

Lance gave him a smirk over his shoulder, making a show of licking the last of Ashton’s spunk off his swollen lips. “You told me to wake you at seven.”

“I didn’t mean… Oh hell.” Ashton fell back on the pillows and threw an arm over his eyes. He swore in exasperation when the mattress dipped and Lance’s familiar scent surrounded him. “Damn it—”

Soft fingers touched his mouth. “Don’t be mad, baby. I didn’t mean anything.”

Ashton peered at him through the dark curls that had flopped into his eyes. The guy looked positively forlorn, and Ashton sat up, giving him a one-armed hug. “I’m not mad. But you don’t need to keep doing that, either. You’re my friend!” He kissed Lance’s cheek, the velvet skin warm with a blush. “You make a terrific roommate, and I like the company.”

“And I like you.” Lance walked his fingers up Ashton’s leg.

Ashton laughed and shooed the hand away, but couldn’t help staring at the enticing evidence of his friend’s arousal between his legs.

“Can I take care of that for you?”

“Not at all.” Lance stood up, waving off Ashton’s offer. “I’ll deal with it in the shower. You have to save your attentions for Mister Man.”

“Who are you talking about…? Wait!” Ashton rolled off the bed and trotted after Lance as he crossed the apartment.

Lance giggled, slipping behind the bathroom door but holding it cracked open an inch. He smiled at Ashton with his pouty, kissable lips. “You know, the boss. Mister Kent.”

“I’m not saving myself for—”

Ashton blinked at the closed door. Why in the world would Lance think he was interested in his boss? Sure, the man was handsome as sin, but he was also an egomaniac and tyrant. Why only yesterday, he’d…

Hot blood scorched Ashton’s neck and face, his arm tingling where Morgan Kent had gripped it, towering over him. The man had bent to his ear, swamping Ashton’s senses with subtle cologne and a hint of sweat as he’d whispered, “If you can’t type a simple letter without mistakes, I’ll find a secretary who can.” He’d tightened his hand almost painfully on Ashton’s arm. “Or maybe I should just bend you over this desk and smack your ass for each mistake?”

Ashton’s dick jumped at the memory. He told it sternly to behave. “We’re not falling for that bastard. We’ll stick with the sweet boys at the club and call it good.”

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It’s all about the author…

Dianne grew up in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from.

Dianne now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee warming her hands, which kindles her imagination.

Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.

…and stalking them :)