Please Remember Me
Author: Jacob Z. Flores
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Genre: M/M Contemporary
Release Date: February 6, 2015
A Song Playlist for Please Remember Me
Hi, everyone. My name is
Jacob Z. Flores, and I’m thrilled to be back here at Literary Nymphs.
I’m here today to share
something that I’ve never done before. I created a song playlist for my latest
release from Dreamspinner, Please Remember
Me.
Why did I create soundtrack
for this book?
Well, music is an important
part of my life, and I believe that it helps set the mood for most of the
things we do. When I workout, I like to listen to high-energy music that really
gets my blood pumping and my feet moving. When I drive, I listen to music to
help calm me down since I encounter so many idiots on the road.
I think music is a good
accompaniment to our lives, so why not my book? Besides setting the mood of the
story and introducing readers to the world they will enter, music creates
emotional connections that immediately grab the audience. How many of us have
been immediately glued to the screen when the theme music for Star Wars begins playing on the
television?
So I searched my iTunes
playlist and scrounged the Internet for the perfect set of songs for Please
Remember Me.
To me, these songs represent
the journey Santi and Hank take in the book from their first meeting to the
accident and beyond. I hope you enjoy my selection.
Track #1: “Hold It Against
Me” by Britney Spears
Track #2: “Tonight (I’m
Fu*king You)” by Enrique Iglesias
Track #3: “Just Can’t Get
Enough” by Depeche Mode
Track #4: “Ain’t No Other
Man” by Christina Aguilera
Track #5: “Here (In Your
Arms)” by Hellogoodbye
Track #6: “Your Love Is My
Drug” by Ke$ha
Track #7: “Marry Me” by
Jason Derulo
Track #8: “Brain Stew” by
Green Day
Track #9: “Don’t You Forget
About Me” by Simple Minds
Track #10: “Bringin’ on the
Hearbreak” by Def Leppard
Track #11: “Numb” by Linkin
Park
Track #12: “Need You Now” by
Lady Antebellum
Track #13: “I Can’t Make You
Love Me” by Bonnie Raitt
Track #14: “Finally Found
You” by Enrique Iglesias
Track #15: “Love You Like a
Love Song” by Selena Gomez
Track #16: “Edge of Glory”
by Lady Gaga
And that wraps up my
playlist. What did you think of the songs? Was there a song you feel should
have been added to the list? I’d be interested to hear what playlist you would
create for this book?
Before
I head back to my part of the Internet, I want to thank everyone here at
Literary Nymphs and the readers who joined me today.
For those interested, I have
included a blurb and excerpt below. Additionally, as part of my blog tour I’m
hosting a giveaway.
The Please
Remember Me Giveaway Contest
I’m hosting two different
giveaways. At each stop of my tour, one lucky winner will receive a free e-copy
of any book from my backlist.
At the end of my tour, I’ll
be giving away a $50 gift certificate to Amazon.
Good luck to everyone and
thanks for stopping and visiting with me today.
Blurb:
Successful
lawyer Santi Herrera couldn’t be happier with the direction his life is taking.
Not only is he on track to becoming a partner in his law firm, but he’s
planning his wedding to Hank Burton, a south Texas contractor who has made a
name for himself despite his humble beginnings.
The introverted, lone wolf
Santi and the friendly, outgoing Hank complement each other perfectly. From the
moment they laid eyes on each other, they were hooked, and as far as Santi and
Hank are concerned, a happily ever after is their destiny.
But fate
deals them a devastating new hand.
A
construction accident leaves Hank with severe head trauma and brings him
precariously close to death. When he finally awakens, Hank doesn’t remember
Santi or the love they shared for the past three years.
Santi faces the
greatest challenge of his life. Can he respark a flame his lover can’t recall?
And can he stop the diverging paths that fickle fate charts between them?
While we stood in line at the club, waiting
for our turn to pay admission, Jill gave me instructions on how to catch the
eye of a hot man.
“You’ve got to pretend that you’re an old pro at this
clubbing crap. Don’t stand around with your arms folded across your chest. It
makes you look bored and stiff, and not in the good way.”
She eyed me until I
uncrossed my arms. What was I supposed to do with my hands now? Standing with
my arms crossed was my thing.
“You also have to project confidence, not
desperation. All men, especially gay men, hate that. If you look like you don’t
give a fuck if anyone talks to you, then you’ll have your pick of the dogs to
take you to pound town. Also, try smiling.
You’ve got nice teeth and sexy lips,
so wipe that grimace from your face.”
“What I want to wipe is you from the bottom
of my shoe.”
“As if you could,” Jill said with a smile.
“Don’t be afraid to chat up some hottie either. If he talks back, see where it
goes. If he doesn’t, it’s his loss. Just move on and don’t let some stuck-up
prick get you off your game.”
I stared blankly at her. “I have no game.”
“No truer words have been spoken,” she said
with a nod.
“Bitch.”
“Cocksucker.”
We broke into hysterics. We always did that
whenever we called each other by those names. They were terms of endearment
that only Jill and I could use. When the laughing fits ceased, Jill continued
on with her advice as if she’d never stopped.
But I had stopped listening. Someone new
had my full attention.
Crossing the street toward the club was the
most attractive man I’d ever laid eyes on. He had to be well over six feet
tall, since he towered over his two friends on either side of him, and he was
built like a brick shithouse. His broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his
red muscle shirt, which, for some reason, had Hello Kitty across the front. He
packed a pair of amazing guns. Green ink from a tattoo design I couldn’t make
out in the dim light trailed around the biceps of both arms. I’d never been
into tattoos on guys before. I had always preferred the clean-cut, professional
look, but on tall, tanned, and blond, the body art somehow made him look
professional, rugged, and forbidden.
My cock agreed. It fattened and lengthened
within the uncomfortable confines of my tight denim.
“Are you listening to me?” Jill asked.
“Not a word,” I replied as I stepped out of
the line.
“Where are you going?”
Where the hell was I going? I’d never
approached a man in the almost thirty years of my life, but here I was walking
toward someone I’d just laid eyes on. What had come over me?
The answer was easy enough. He had.
Something about him yanked me from my usual
complacency and spurred me into action. It was as if I had to talk to him or
I’d regret not doing so for the rest of my life. As I drew closer to where he
had stopped to chat with his friends, the man became more stunning. His blond
hair was clipped short, and his sideburns descended into a dark blond beard
that cut a manly swath across his tanned, rugged cheeks. But the rough
appearance and the fact that he could probably break me in two didn’t fool me.
The light of his smile and the twinkle in his blue eyes as he laughed with his
friends told me this man wasn’t some asshole prick.
His hard exterior hid the gentle lamb he
truly was.
“Hi,” I said as I reached his side. “I’m
Santi.”
His lips spread into a smile that was
warmer than my parents’ house on Christmas Eve. “I’m Henry Burton,” he said as
he extended his hand for mine. “But everyone calls me Hank.”
When Hank’s big, rough hand closed over
mine in greeting, I had to stifle a moan before it could escape my throat.
“Nice to meet you, Hank.”
“Same here,” he replied. When he didn’t
immediately withdraw his grip from mine, I realized that this tall hunk of man
flesh might like me too. How incredible was that?
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Remember Me here:
Jacob Z. Flores lives a
double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and
mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens
the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction,
where the hardass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to
the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his
fictional world.
Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts,
provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed
man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse. When he isn’t
stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his daughter. They both represent
a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.
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