Liz Borino’s Secrets In The Air

I am so excited to be a part of this tour. I am a big fan of Liz’s books and her latest, Secrets In The Air, is no different. I just know you’re going to love it. I also had the chance to interview Liz which was so much fun. After the interview you can see all of the details about the book. Plus read an excerpt that I know will make you want to read the book right away. At the very bottom is a giveaway for one of two copies of the e-book or one of two copies of

Amanda C. Stone: Good morning! I’m so happy that I get to interview you this morning. If there were a movie about your life, who would you want to play you? It can be anyone alive or dead.
Liz Borino: I like Jennifer Lawrence. She’s about as “real” as you can get in Hollywood, which doesn’t say much.
ACS: I’m a fan of JLaw as a person. All of the interviews I’ve seen with her she definitely keeps it real and doesn’t bend as much to Hollywood norms which is refreshing. If you could be famous/infamous for one thing, what would you choose?
LB: Oh, Amanda, why?
ACS: Because I’m evil! Muahahahaha! Ok, no, I’m really not evil. I just like to be difficult and contrary.
LB: I don’t want to be famous for anything – I’d like to be known for writing good books, but fame? Paparazzi? No thank you. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
ACS: Tonight on TMZ, author Liz Borino… No? *sigh* Fine! If you could travel anywhere all expenses paid where would you go? Name one thing you’d see or do there.
LB: London! Watching Les Miserables at the Queens Theater is at the top of my bucket list.
ACS: Don’t be surprised if your bags magically gain *mumble*mumble* pounds. That’s just me hiding out so I can go on the trip with you. There is magically 25 hours in a day. What would you do with the extra hour?
LB: I want to say sleep, but I can’t seem to do that with the twenty I have so… read for pleasure.
ACS: I am a fan of sleeping. But an extra hour to read is definitely a good thing in my opinion. You are on a deserted island and can have only one book with you. What book would it be?
LB: How to Get Off a Deserted Island by Someone Who Survived.
ACS: Ok, fine. But how about a book that you would be able to read over and over and over again and not want to use it for kindling to make fire?
LB: Les Miserables. Long enough for a deserted island.
ACS: Ah see, that’s a book worthy of taking to a deserted island. Thank you so much for letting me interview you! Now read all about the book.

Blurb:
Wealthy family…

Childhood tragedy…

A love defying all odds…

Secrets in the Air

Flying is in Rhett O’Neil’s blood. And nothing makes this pilot fly higher than wrapping himself in his husband Kaden’s arms. He’s thrilled when his grandfather entrusts him with O’Neil Airways, the family’s charter airplane business. With a mix of humanitarian and corporate clients, Rhett plans a bright future where his success improves the world.

Elise, Rhett’s mother, begins offering advice to “help” her son through the transition into increased responsibility. As evidence surfaces that her words are escalating into devastating actions, the truth comes out about the death of Rhett’s sister Annabelle. Kaden has to race to protect his husband and himself from the consequences of the Secrets in the Air before it’s too late.

Excerpt:
Kaden O’Neil tensed as Rhett’s motorcycle roared into the driveway. “Lassie, your other daddy is in trouble,” he said as he scooped up the orange and white tabby. Rather, Kaden tried to remain irritated with his husband. Goddamn Rhett for making it nearly impossible to do that as he strode up the walkway with his snug jeans and brown curls gracing the collar of his leather bomber jacket.

Rhett raised an eyebrow as he took note of the bare windows. After opening the door, he tossed his duffel bag on the floor and offered a tired smile. “Going to just stand there and stare? What kind of welcome home is that?”

“You’re lucky I enjoy staring at you,” Kaden said, coming over and kissing him. “Otherwise, I would still be mad for making me hangry.”

“Hangry?”

“Yeah, hunger that causes anger.” Kaden scratched Lassie’s head.

Rhett offered her his hand to smell. “Is this little bundle of joy why we don’t have curtains up in the living room?”

“I love you.” Kaden glanced down at Lassie, who purred and rubbed herself all over Rhett’s fingers. “Oh, look, so does she.”

Leaning in for a kiss, Rhett replied, “Uh-huh. Curtains?”

“Mount Everest for cats. I got her a scratching post after she defeated them.” Kaden let her jump from his arms and embraced his husband. As Rhett returned it, Kaden buried his face in his neck, appreciating the familiar scent of worn leather. “I missed you.”

“Mm, I missed you, too, Kay.” Rhett pulled back and kissed his lips. The kiss deepened as Rhett slipped his tongue in Kaden’s mouth.

Moving one hand up to the back of Rhett’s head, Kaden entangled his fingers in his dark hair, and circled their tongues. He pulled away and unzipped Rhett’s jacket. As it dropped to the floor, Kaden’s stomach growled loudly enough for the cat to meow. “Food first?” he asked Rhett. Lassie led the way to the kitchen.

“Was she watching us?” Rhett asked, bending over to pick his jacket up off the floor.

Kaden averted his gaze before Rhett faced him again. “Probably. She follows me into the bathroom. Studies all sorts of private acts.”

Sauntering closer, Rhett whispered, “And you were also staring again.”

“What did you think would happen if you bent over in front of me?” Kaden snaked his hand around Rhett’s waist and squeezed the firm globes.

“I thought you wanted to eat,” Rhett protested.

As if on cue, Kaden’s stomach growled. “Fine!” With a chuckle and another squeeze, he let go and made his way to the kitchen. As he dished out roast beef from the crock pot and added mashed potatoes, he smiled at Rhett, who poured water from the Brita filter. They kept no alcohol in the house. Between what Kaden saw at his job every day and Rhett’s father’s addiction problems, neither even considered it. “Everything all right?” Kaden asked, setting the food at their places.

“Hmm? Yes. Dinner smells delicious,” Rhett said, bringing the fork to his mouth. As soon as he wrapped his lips around the tines of the fork, he shut his eyes. The expression painting his face reminded Kaden of the one he wore after an orgasm. “Tastes it, too.”

“I’m glad, but I meant Pop. Is he okay? Besides having no concept of quick.” Kaden smiled to signal that he wasn’t upset.

Rhett cleared his throat and returned it, albeit stiffly. “About that. We should talk.”

“Uh-oh.”

“No, no, nothing bad.” He sat back in the chair and grasped Kaden’s hand. “Pop is retiring and giving me the business, in addition to part of my inheritance.”

Kaden’s heart rate steadied and his smile widened. “That’s fantastic. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks. I didn’t do anything, though.” Rhett’s face pinkened into a flush.

After setting his fork down, Kaden stroked Rhett’s cheek. “Really? You believe your grandfather would hand his company to someone who had done nothing to deserve it?”

“I meant today.” Rhett wiped his mouth. He covered Kaden’s hand with his own. “It’s a lot of responsibility.”

“It is, and people who were once your peers are now your subordinates. Not all of them will appreciate that,” Kaden said. “Are they all keeping their jobs?”

“Most, yes.”

“Most?”

Rhett removed their clasped hands from his face. “There are a few older guys who I think would benefit from a retirement bonus, but I’m not going to force them out. That would be terrible.”

Kaden opened his mouth to say more, but Lassie jumped up on Rhett’s lap.

“I am not your daddy,” Rhett informed her as he stroked her fur. “Kaden begged for months to bring you home.” The more he explained, the louder she purred while rubbing against him.

“You know, babe, I don’t think you get that choice,” Kaden said, pleased that despite the protests, Rhett wore a relaxed expression as he petted Lassie.

“I do get to decide that she stays out of the bedroom viewing area.”

“Oh?” Kaden tilted his head to the side. “Is there something to view up there? Our best TV is down here.” It took all of his willpower not to hop over the table, put the cat on the floor and straddle his husband once the devilish sparkle lit up his eyes.

“I think you want the neighbors to watch.”

“Why would you say that?”

Rhett leaned forward. “Because you’re wearing a ‘fuck-me-now’ look, and you know what that does to me.”

“Must be mirroring your expression, then.”

Setting Lassie on the ground and pushing out his chair, Rhett said, “Let’s take care of that, shall we?”

“As soon as I clean up.”

“Oh, no, we are not the people who sacrifice sex for cleanliness. The dishes can wait.”

Kaden glanced between the plates streaked with gravy and the orange and white cat, who stared at him while licking her paw. “We are the people with a cat, and if we leave dirty dishes on the table, we’ll be the people with a gravy decorated carpet. Ten minutes. Five if you help.”

“Damn cat,” Rhett muttered, gathering the dishes while Kaden washed the potato pot.

Damn cat inspired faster cleaning than we’ve ever accomplished, Kaden thought as Rhett led him upstairs three minutes later with a sparkling kitchen in their wake.

About Liz:
Liz Borino transcribes the world inside her head onto the page, and shares it with the people who are stuck in the “real world” to makes their lives a little more interesting. Because in her world, heroes fall and stand up again with the help of their partners and friends. Liz’s world is littered with formidable obstacles, which her heroes overcome with a fire of courage and passion. The beauty of love between two men is celebrated. Who wouldn’t want to live there? When not with her heroes, Liz enjoys exploring cities, old abandoned buildings, working toward social justice, and editing for other authors. Liz published eleven books since 2012.
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