Lane Hayes’ The Right Words

I’m so excited to have Lane join me today. Her newest book The Right Words is one that I cannot wait to read. I got to sit down with Lane and ask her a bunch of silly questions. Be sure to read all about the book afterwards. There’s an excerpt that will make you want to run out and get the book to keep reading. At the very bottom enter for a chance to win a gift card!

Amanda C. Stone: Good morning Lane! I’m so excited that you are joining me today. I’m going to ask a bunch of super fun questions. You are a super hero! What’s your super hero name and secret talent?
Lane Hayes: LOL. Hmm. The secret talent part is easier for me to answer than the super hero name! My talent would be invisibility. I’m the consummate observer. I’d love to be a fly on a wall with the opportunity to fix injustice without the bad guys knowing! Let’s see… Cat Woman, Wonder Woman. I’ll go with Phanta-Woman. 🙂
ACS: Oooh. That’s a good name for someone that’s invisible! Now for the opposite. You’re not good anymore, you’re a super bad guy. What would your mafia name be?
LH: I’m gonna go with Loony Lane. Sounds fierce, huh?
ACS: Sure does! Like people don’t know how far they can go before you snap! Do you have a library card and know where it is?
LH: Yes! It’s in my wallet! I am a library carrying queen! I love the library. When I was a kid, I can honestly say I preferred going to the library over the park any day of the week. I’m a book geek. Big time.
ACS: *high five for book geeks* I was, and still am, the same way. I love going to the library. You are on a deserted island and can have only one book with you. What book would it be?
LH: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. But can I please bring The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice too?
ACS: Hmm, don’t know about two books. Sure because they are both such good books. Last question! If you could travel anywhere all expenses paid where would you go?
LH: I answered a similar question recently so I’ll stick with my response. Sweden. I’d love see the fjords, the Northern lights and eat Swedish meatballs with lingonberry jam to my heart’s content. When can we go?
ACS: Mmm, lingonberry jam. I love the stuff. Now I have to go to IKEA and buy a jar, though it’s not the same. I say we go to Sweden right now! Thank you for stopping buy and letting me ask you questions. I loved having you!
LH: Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Amanda! Happy Reading!

Escaping an abusive relationship left Luke Preston anxious and spouting panic-induced poetry. Desperate for a fresh start, Luke accepts a job remodeling a tired old beach house for a professional soccer player and his model girlfriend. While his passion is literature, not sports, focusing on the renovations eases his anxiety. Until the job he signed up for turns out to be more complicated than advertised.

Sidelined with a serious injury, soccer star Michael Martinez decides his beach house is the perfect place to recuperate. Remodeling might be the diversion he needs to keep his mind off his busted knee. Falling for the pretty designer with some quirky habits wasn’t on the drawing board. Unfortunately, Luke didn’t build a big enough closet for Michael to hide in. Having a star-powered sports career used to be all Michael lived for, but he’ll have to reevaluate his plans and find the right words if he wants to build more than a beach house with Luke.

“One day at a time,” he repeated thoughtfully, making an obvious effort to steer the topic toward something more pleasant. “Well, I don’t have anything better, so… I’ll go with that too.” Michael’s smile lit his entire face. It was a beautiful thing to witness. He was handsome always, but wow… what a smile.

“Was the picture of us good at least?”

This time he laughed out loud, a sweet, musical sound that made me chuckle along with him.

“Yeah, very hot.” He reached over and pulled me into his side effortlessly. “Look, I wasn’t trying to send mixed signals this week. I know I haven’t been around like I said I would. I… Jamie isn’t going to go away easily. This has been a weird blow to add to an already fucked-up situation, but… I like you and I do trust you.”

“You like me?”

He gave a small half chuckled and shrugged. “Un poco.” He translated when I gave him a blank stare. “A little.”

“I like you a little too.”

I couldn’t help my response at being near him. I curled into his side like a cat begging for attention. Michael wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek and my chin. I didn’t want a “friend” kiss, though. I wanted what he gave me Friday night. I wanted “that kiss.” I intercepted him when he leaned in to peck my temple and stuck my tongue out to trace the corner of his mouth. He groaned and accepted the invitation, diving and thrusting his tongue inside my mouth to stake his claim. His right hand traveled down my throat and came to a stop over my left nipple. He rubbed at the sensitive flesh through my tight T-shirt and squeezed hard when he heard my moan of approval.

I arched my back into his touch but kept my mouth fastened to his. I didn’t want to lose this connection. He bit at my chin and sent kisses down my neck as his hand dipped down to my belt and came to rest on my hardening cock. I whimpered and scooted on his lap to straddle his thighs.

“Is this okay? Am I hurting your knee?”

“It’s good, honey. Really good.” Both of his hands splayed flat on my back and circled to the front to pluck at the fabric of my T-shirt. “Take it off.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. I was burning up. I yanked it over my head and tossed it aside before I began working on the seemingly endless row of buttons on his dress shirt.

“Fuck. Help me get his off you. I need to feel your skin.”

I barely recognized my voice. I sounded breathless.

When Michael finally leaned forward to let the fabric slide from his shoulders, I met him halfway to feel his skin against mine. Heaven. He was simply beautiful, with finely toned washboard abs and gorgeous skin. It was smooth like mine but much darker. Olive against golden. I loved the contrast and I was anxious to explore. I let my hands roam, over his chest, down his stomach, and back again. My fingers itched to palm his cock through his worn jeans. Instead I fused my naked torso against his and ground my aching cock against his equally hard member. We both hissed, and the kiss became something more like sex.

About Lane:
Lane Hayes is grateful to finally be doing what she loves best. Writing full-time! It’s no secret Lane loves a good romance novel. An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. These days she prefers the leading roles to both be men. Lane discovered the M/M genre a few years ago and was instantly hooked. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and her third received an Honorable Mention in the 2014 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and the coolest yellow Lab ever in an almost empty nest.
Twitter:   @LaneHayes3
Facebook: LaneHayesauthor

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