Thanks
so much for having me back on your blog, Kayla. I love getting the chance to
come hang out here. All those hot Spartans lounging about all over the place!
I’m in Heaven. ;)
I’m
afraid I can’t claim my new novel, Taste In Men, offers a Mediterranean climate
or tanned, powerful warriors (you need Kayla’s books for that) but it does feature
a socially awkward IT guy with a fear of commitment!
… I’m
not sure I’m really selling this.
Anyway.
I’m delighted to finally be able to announce the release of Taste In Men. This
novel took me a long time to write, but I’m very proud of it. Taylor Dale is
probably the most complicated character I’ve written to date, and who doesn’t
love a complex, emotionally damaged main character?
I’m
going to stop talking now and let the blurb speak for itself. Thanks again,
Kayla!
Blurb
Taylor
Dale is terrified of getting tied down. After years working a job he doesn’t
like in a city he’s always wanted to leave, he is finally on the verge of
starting over. He just has to make it through his two-week’s notice.
A
team-building weekend throws a spanner in the works when Taylor meets Charles.
Charles is definitely not Taylor’s type, but attraction sparks hard and fast
between them. Against his better judgment Taylor decides there might not be any
harm in a weekend of no-strings-attached fun.
But
Taylor never was very lucky.
One
night with Charles threatens to turn his world upside down, if Taylor is willing
to let it. In a panic, Taylor pushes Charles away, but distance isn’t enough to
stop him wanting the man. Soon, Taylor realizes he has to take a chance and see
if there might be a future between him and Charles. But for that to happen he’s
going to have to hope Charles will answer his call.
Excerpt
Taylor
stood off from the main throng of his colleagues. It was a dreary Friday
morning, cold for June and wet although the forecast Taylor had looked up on
the Met Office app on his phone suggested conditions were due to improve later
in the day. It hadn’t escaped Taylor’s notice that, thanks to the team-building
weekend, he was at work earlier than normal. He was trying to distract himself
from dwelling on that fact, by people-watching his colleagues.
It said
a lot about Taylor’s time at Webb that, despite spending almost every day for
the past six years with these people, Taylor knew next to nothing about them.
In a way, it was strange to think he might soon never see any of them again,
but Taylor didn’t think it likely he would lose sleep over it.
Taylor
had never felt like part of a team, but that had been his choice. He took the
job at Webb Glasgow when he was eighteen for the simple reason he needed a
wage. Working for a company specializing in commercial and industrial building
ventilation systems and products was, Taylor was pretty certain, never going to
be anyone’s dream job. On the day he signed on the dotted line in his cheap
supermarket suit he made himself a promise that in ten years his time at Webb
would be a distant memory.
Six
years later, more than half a decade of training courses and personal reviews
and Continuous Professional Development sessions, he was about to begin cashing
in on that promise. Having spent those same six years working nearly every
evening and weekend on the project that, only a few months earlier, had paid
off in spectacular.
He
wondered if the managing directors realized how fucked they were going to be
without him. Taylor doubted it. He knew a lot of them saw him as just another
corporate lackey willing to jump through any hoop presented to him. That was a
reputation earned during his first few years with the company when Taylor had
chased every promotion and pay rise even when at times he thought the amount of
sucking up might kill him. Taylor thought it was because of that and his fake
smile and even faker attitude that the bosses didn’t seem to realize that
despite the other colleagues in his office, including Malcolm, Taylor was the
IT Department. That wasn’t arrogance on Taylor’s part, it was simple fact, and
Taylor wished he could set up a hidden camera to see the chaos he knew was
inevitably going to follow his departure.
A lot of
sacrifices. That was Taylor’s overwhelming memory of his time at Webb, but then
that had been the running theme of his life since his early teens. It didn’t
bother him. Not really. Especially not now it had paid off. And he hadn’t gone
completely without. Time could always be found for jaunts to Glasgow’s gay bars
and nightclubs and there was never a self-imposed deadline so pressing a
pretty, pampered twink couldn’t take precedence.
no
relationships, no friendships requiring any sort of effort, and no other
commitments that he couldn’t get out of in a hurry. Ensuring he never got tied
down had always been central to the plan.
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Born and
raised in bonnie Scotland, Douglas Black writes contemporary MM erotic romance.
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