Author Name: Charley Descoteaux
Pages or Words: 45,000 words
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover
Artist: LC Chase
Categories: Romance, Bisexual,
Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance
Release
Date: August 19, 2015
Blurb:
Eric Allen, thirty-three-year-old line cook, moved
in with his grandmother, Jewell, after a disastrous coming-out when he was in
middle school. She raised him, and he cared for her when she fell ill. When
Jewell died she left everything to Eric—angering his parents and older brother.
The inheritance isn’t much, but Eric and his bestie Nathan pool their money and
buy an abandoned hotel on an isolated stretch of the Central Oregon Coast. The
hotel isn't far from Lincoln City—a town with its own Pride Festival and named
for a president—so they christen it Buchanan House after James Buchanan, the
“confirmed bachelor” president with the close male friend.
Eric and Nathan need a handyman to help them turn
Buchanan House into the gay resort of their dreams. Eric finds Tim Tate in the
local listings and over the months leading to opening weekend Tim reveals
himself as a skilled carpenter with many hidden talents. Eric falls hard for
Tim, but before he can see a future with the gorgeous handyman he has to get
over twenty years of being bullied and shamed by his birth family. It would be
much easier if Eric’s brother Zach weren’t trying to grab part of the
inheritance or ruin opening weekend.
Excerpt:
Timothy Tate knocked on the front doors at eight o’clock sharp. Eric had barely been up long enough to start coffee, and Nathan had yet to emerge. They’d slept in one of the rooms on the first floor. The official reason was to avoid having to clean two rooms, but the unofficial reason was to talk into the night like they had back in middle school. Slumber parties for thirtysomethings. Somehow that didn’t make Eric feel any better about meeting this Tim person.
But opening the door sure did.
Timothy Tate knocked on the front doors at eight o’clock sharp. Eric had barely been up long enough to start coffee, and Nathan had yet to emerge. They’d slept in one of the rooms on the first floor. The official reason was to avoid having to clean two rooms, but the unofficial reason was to talk into the night like they had back in middle school. Slumber parties for thirtysomethings. Somehow that didn’t make Eric feel any better about meeting this Tim person.
But opening the door sure did.
Tim Tate was as tall
as Nathan, so six one, and he had curly black hair and eyes so dark you could
get lost in them.
“Morning.” He
wasn’t much for smiling, though.
“Good morning.
Please come in. I’m Eric.”
Tim nodded and
seemed to be looking at something behind Eric’s right shoulder. As soon as Eric
remembered to step aside, Tim came in. “You bought this place?”
“Yes. Isn’t it
lovely? The inspector said the bones are solid, and someone did amazing work on
the rooms. Right now, we need help with the kitchen and some reno on the public
areas.”
“Should tear it
down and start fresh.”
“I beg your
pardon. That’s a horrible thing to say. You don’t discard something just
because it’s not perfect. With a little love—maybe this isn’t going to work
out.”
Tim shrugged and
looked around the room. His face seemed to soften into… nostalgia? It held a
wistful quality, of that much Eric was certain.
“Have you been
in this room before?”
Tim had turned
away a little, so the left side of his face pointed toward Eric.
Is
that his best side?
He didn’t
answer, so Eric repeated the question, a little louder.
“Huh? Oh, yeah.
When I was a kid. Sometimes the local clubs would use it for summer camps. It’s
been empty for over ten years.”
“Why? I mean,
did something happen here?”
“No. The owners
died, and their kids didn’t want to live out here. Can’t blame ’em.
Entertainment isn’t easy to come by.”
Nathan chose
that moment to enter, in his pink robe with the ostrich-feather trim. He spoke
quickly, almost dancing through the room and toward the aroma of coffee. “Good
morning. You don’t mind I borrowed your robe? And this must be Tim. Lovely to
meet you, sweetheart. Coffee, then business.” He flounced into the kitchen.
Eric and Tim
watched him go. The silence in his wake stretched out a little too long for Eric,
mortified by the thought Tim might believe the robe belonged to him.
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About the
author:
Charley
Descoteaux has always heard voices. She was relieved to learn they were
fictional characters, and started writing when they insisted daydreaming just
wasn’t good enough. In exchange, they’ve agreed to let her sleep once in a
while. Charley grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area during a drought, and
found her true home in the soggy Pacific Northwest. She has survived
earthquakes, tornadoes, and floods, but couldn’t make it through one day
without stories.
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