Hey, everyone! It’s little
old me, Jacob Z. Flores, once again gracing the Literary Nymphs website. I’m so
excited to be back. The last time I was here was in May, and that’s just too
long to be away from such a great place. But I’m here now and I’m super
excited. Although I’ve been here before, this is my first time to actually
write a blog post. How awesome is that?
So why have I come back
today? Well, I’m glad you asked. I’m here to promote my latest release from
Dreamspinner Press. The book is titled Chasing the Sun, and it is the
second book from The Provincetown Series. Don’t worry if you haven’t read the
first book. Each book is a stand-alone novel, or novella in this case, so you
don’t have to start from the beginning, and the main characters of each book
return in the other books as supporting characters. This way, no matter which
book you start at, you already have a sense of who most of the characters are
if you decide to pick up any of the other books in the series. Pretty cool,
huh?
Right now, though, I want to
talk about the cover for Chasing the Sun.
The artwork was done by Michael Breyette, who also did the cover for the first
book in the series and whose artwork will grace the two remaining books in the
set. If you haven’t seen Michael’s artwork before, you can get to his website
by clicking this link. Go ahead; click it. I’ll be here when you get back. I
promise.
Now aren’t you glad you went
over there? He paints some pretty hot stuff, doesn’t he? Not only does he do
great work, but he also paints about Provincetown
And the sexy, fun, flirty
artwork conveys the tone of the series, which is pretty important to me and for
someone like me who is a self-described cover slut, it’s vitally important that
the covers express just the right tone of the book. Otherwise, I can get a
little grumpy. That’s just no good for anyone.
The title of the painting
that graces the cover of Chasing the Sun
is “Leap of Faith.” Not only does the title of the work fit the book but so
does the drawing itself.
Gil Kelly, one of the main
characters of the book, has to decide whether he is willing to once again take
that leap of faith. Does he want to pursue an impossible dream that his father
used to call “chasing the sun”? The last time he tried it, he failed and that
mistake cost him his family and the love of his children.
But then Gil runs into Tom,
his son’s childhood best friend, and the sun he’s chased so long once again
flashes across the sky. In Tom, there is the potential to finally catch the sun
he’s chased for so long, but the guilt and shame he’s carried with him for five
years holds him back.
And then, like on the cover,
Gil and Tom go for a swim, and what happens next is magic.
And that is the reason why I
chose “Leap of Faith” for the cover of Chasing
the Sun.
Before I go, I want to thank
everyone who joined me here today. I have included a blurb and an excerpt
below. Also, as part of my blog tour I’m holding a contest. All you have to do is leave a comment to this post,
and your name is entered to win a free copy of Chasing the Sun. Additional entries if you “Like” my Facebook page
or “Follow” on Twitter. Check out the
Rafflecopter entry form. If a reader happens to follow all my blog stops, then
she or he can leave a comment at the other sites a well. At the end of the
tour, a winner will be chosen and announced.
Blurb:
As a
physician and prominent citizen of Victoria ,
Texas
After
spending his life focused on living for others, he has no idea how to live for
himself. He wants to find love but now settles for anonymous sex that only further
clouds his world with shame and guilt. Gil believes finding true love is an
unobtainable dream, what his father used to call “chasing the sun.”
Then he runs
into Tom Martinez, his son’s childhood best friend, who returned to town a
grown man and offers everything Gil needs. But Gil hesitates to fall into Tom’s
arms, because after his high-profile divorce, the potential scandal of loving a
younger man could separate him from his children permanently.
Spin off of When Love Takes Over (1st Provincetown
Excerpt:
Gil stood in the
shadows of the backyard, away from the floodlights that Tom previously switched
on. Was he really about to go skinny-dipping with Tom?
He wasn’t bothered
any longer that Tom was Zach’s childhood friend. He was long past that.
Gil hid for reasons
far more vain. Quite simply, he had the body of an old man.
Gil’s flesh wasn’t as
supple as it once was. While he did his best to remain fit with a consistent workout
regimen, his muscles lacked the definition of his youth. He carried some spare
weight around his gut. He didn’t look pregnant or have man-boobs, but he wasn’t
up to measuring his body against that of a man twenty years younger.
Like most men his age,
his previously taut flesh had slightly wilted, and his balls dangled farther
south than they used to. His full, red mane turned white a few years ago, and
every day more white hair sprouted across his body.
Gil wasn’t certain he
could disrobe in front of someone who probably had yet to find a gray hair
anywhere.
Tom, however, had no
such reservations. He shucked his shirt almost upon entering the backyard. His
back muscles stretched and flexed as he tossed the garment onto the wicker pool
furniture before he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks.
As Tom dipped his toe
into the pool to gauge water temperature, Gil noticed a tattoo on his left
deltoid. An unrecognizable pattern spiked around a heart about six inches wide.
From where he stood, though, he couldn’t make out the larger shape due to the
shadows cast across Tom’s arm and the strange geometry of the design.
“Water’s warm,” Tom
commented as he gazed to where Gil stood in the shadows. He undid the button of
his pants and hooked his fingers beneath the waistband. Before yanking them
down, Tom paused, as if sensing Gil’s hesitation for the first time. “Aren’t
you going to join me?”
“Just a bit shy, I
guess,” he admitted. “I waved good-bye to my flat stomach some time ago.”
Tom chuckled while
absently running his hand across his perfect abdominals, which, just like the
rest of his torso, were free of body hair. “Oh, get over it!” Tom dropped his
jeans and stood only in his red low-rise briefs. “Or I’ll just push you in.”
Gil couldn’t respond.
He could only stare at the bulge perfectly cradled in Tom’s underwear across
the yard from him. Hidden within the fabric rested a nicely sized cock that
stretched the material across the groin. Gil squinted, hoping that would
somehow allow him to see the outline of the cockhead that hid from his ravenous
eyes. Fighting his desire to leap across the deck and take Tom’s package in his
hand, Gil inhaled deeply, hoping the release of oxygen might soften the
erection straining against his pants.
“Come on,” Tom prodded.
“I’m not taking the rest off until you do. We’re both men. I’m not a little boy
anymore.”
No shit! There was
nothing little or boyish about Tom’s body. Strong and defined, his arms looked
capable of curling forty-five pound dumbbells, and his muscled chest could
possibly enable him to bench two hundred pounds quite easily.
He was all man, and
Gil wanted to see the rest of Tom’s manly body, but in order to see what lay
beneath the briefs, he had to first strip down to his. The problem, besides his
timeworn body, was that his cock once again stood fully erect.
There was no way he
could let Tom see that!
You can buy Chasing the Sun here:
And I urge readers to visit
me at any or all of my social media sites:
Website/blog: http://jacobzflores.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jacob.flores2,
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/JacobZFlores,
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 hard ass 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 Texas
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