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Gay Book Reviews Blog Post for A Kind of Home by Lane Hayes
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Thank you so much for having me here today to chat about A Kind of Home! This is book 4 in my A Kind of Stories series and this one belongs to Isaac, the lead guitarist in Spiral. If you’ve read the previous books, you may recognize him as the only one in the band who isn’t from Baltimore. This is a friends to lovers story and one of rediscovery. Because is there anything better than the moment two MCs realize that the “right one” has been there all along? *Sigh… If you haven’t read the others, don’t worry, as with all of my books, A Kind of Home can be read as a standalone.
And because I’m always a little curious about the scenes that don’t make a book, I thought I’d leave you with two very different teaser scenes. One with Isaac and Adam and the second with Benny (from A Kind of Romance) too. Enjoy!
Lane Hayes xo
The door clicked shut behind me. I tossed my backpack on the hardwood floor in the foyer next to Adam’s shoes and called his name. No answer. I rounded the corner and let out a sigh of relief. Fuck, it was nice to be home. I eyed Adam’s acoustic guitar lying on the sofa next to one of my prize Fenders. There was an open bag of pretzels on the coffee table and a smattering of crumbs dotting the throw rug. But of course there was a coaster under the glass of iced water.
I turned at the sound of footsteps from the kitchen. My sarcastic remark about his housekeeping skills died the second I opened my mouth. Fuck, he was beautiful. Adam sauntered into the living area wearing a pair of navy basketball shorts and nothing else. His hair was damp, like he’d just stepped out of the shower. The excess moisture on his skin showcased his toned abs and muscular arms to perfection. I gulped when he gave me a sexy lopsided grin and closed the distance.
“Thanks,” I replied, stuffing my hands in my jacket pockets.
We shared a silly smile. The ‘hello’, ‘I missed you’, and ‘I’m happy to finally see you again’ were implied. And though silence stretched between us, it didn’t feel awkward.
“I… uh… I just got back from the gym.”
“Oh. It’s eight o’clock. Isn’t that kinda late for you? I thought you were strictly a morning gym guy.”
I slipped my jacket from my shoulders and then draped it over the sofa. Even minus the coat, it wasn’t lost on me that I was dressed for winter while he was barely clothed.
“Nah. I had a lot of energy to work out. Day or night, it doesn’t matter sometimes.”
“Right,” I agreed with a nod.
More staring. Okay, never mind. This was fucking awkward as hell. I bit the inside of my cheek and pointed at the guitars. Adam read my mind and spoke up before I could.
“Yeah, I’ve been playing. Not well, but I try. I met the neighbor next door yesterday too.”
I chuckled at his chagrinned expression. I started to reach for my guitar but I changed course and moved toward Adam instead.
“Is that neighbor in her seventies too?” I stopped when we stood a foot apart.
“Uh. No. He’s young and um… honestly, he’s pretty hot. I think he liked me. But I told you I’m not good at reading signs. He kept blinking at me but hey… he might have had something in his eye.”
“I think I’m jealous,” I said, inching forward.
Adam grinned mischievously. “There’s no reason to—oomph!”
I yanked him hard against me and wound my arms around his neck to pull his head down before crashing my mouth over his. There was zero finesse in the maneuver. I had to feel him. It was pure need. I didn’t couldn’t wait to gage if we were on the same page. I had to take a chance. The second he licked my lips, angling his chin to deepen the connection as he slid his tongue alongside mine, I breathed a sigh of relief. And joy. ’Cause fuck, this felt amazing. He felt amazing.
He held my face in his hands tenderly. The juxtaposition of the passionate kiss with his almost tentative hold was sweet. I wanted to trip that wire though. I wanted him to give me everything.
“Well what do you think?” Benny asked. He stood with his hands on his hips and gave me a thorough once over before turning to Adam who glanced up from his perch on a metal folding chair.
I schooled my features to studied boredom as I moved to stand in front the full-length mirror. I’d been here when it was abuzz actors, set designers, lighting crew and a myriad of others who were supposedly crucial to making this production a success. The enormous backstage dressing area was deserted now. I noted the rows upon rows of costumes lined against the back wall next to a long table with three sewing machines and a nearby station for accessories. Shoes, hats, brooms, suitcases, handbags. The quiet was broken by occasional laughter and the soft chatter of a few people who’d joined Benny to work on a non-theater day.
“He looks crazy,” he with a nonchalant shrug.
Oh boy. This ought to be good.
I tugged at the sleeves of the gold lamé blousy shirt and the harlequin print pants. The gold, purple interwoven with black mesh was certainly… eye catching. But that was usually the point of any Benny creation I wore onstage.
“Crazy how?” Benny turned on his heels with his hands on his slim hips and cocked his head toward Adam. “Crazy cool? Crazy weird? Crazy fun? Come on now. We all know there are a dozen meanings or more for the word. Don’t be cryptic.”
“Okay then.” Adam stood and sauntered toward us with his hands in back pockets. “He looks crazy insane. Crazy bonkers. Kooky, funky, wacky—”
“Perfect! Then I’ve done my job!” Benny announced with a happy grin.
He clapped as he stepped aside to admire his work. I chuckled at his exuberance. Adam was right. I looked flat out nuts. No doubt Benny would insist I wear a wig in an impossible shade of blond or red with patent leather boot or heels. Nothing would surprise me anymore.
“Hmph.” Adam sat on the corner of the nearest table and picked up his phone.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you like crazy?” Benny challenged.
Adam’s grin was automatic. His eyes lit with amusement as he gave Benny a taste of his own medicine, a full head to toe once-over and back again before he glanced meaningfully toward me. “I love it,” he said simply. “Less purple might be cool, but what do I know?”
“What indeed? The goal is to be noticed,” Benny responded, adjusting the shoulders on the right sleeve.
“Is that why your hair is blue?”
I gave Adam a curious look, wondering if he was baiting Benny or teasing. It wasn’t like him to give anyone other than me a hard time. Unless he like them. But they’d only met an hour ago. Much too soon for friendly jabs in my estimation.
Or not. Benny grinned like a fool. He glowed with instant humor and let out a bark of laughter that soon morphed into a hearty guffaw. Adam joined in while I looked on feeling very… confused. Light glinted off his wedding band when Benny brushed his blue tinged bangs out of his eyes with panache.
Title: A Kind of Home (A Kind of Stories #4)
Author: Lane Hayes
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: June 23rd 2017
Genre(s): Contemporary Romance
Page Count: 224 pages
Reviewed by: Lili and Renee
A Kind Of Story
Isaac Dalton is the guitarist for Spiral, arguably the biggest rock band in the world. The band’s meteoric rise to superstardom has its perks, but fame and fortune aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. Nonstop touring and performing exhaust him, and when an overzealous fan makes it imperative that Isaac travel with a clingy bodyguard, he is ready for a break from the madness. More so when his newly single first crush shows up on his doorstep. The man is strictly off-limits. He’s a memory from a place Isaac would rather leave behind. And he’s straight.
Fun-loving former athlete slash construction worker Adam McBride desperately needs a new beginning. And New York City is the perfect place to start over and think about how to rebuild his life. A short stint as roommates with his brother’s best friend from high school seems like a mutually beneficial arrangement. However, when friendship gives way to fierce attraction, both men find themselves in unchartered and possibly dangerous territory. Isaac has to decide if he’s willing to take the ultimate risk for a kind of love and a kind of home he never dreamed possible.
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Meet Lane Hayes
Lane Hayes is finally doing what she loves best. Writing! An avid reader from an early age, Lane has always been drawn to romance novels. She truly believes there is nothing more inspiring than a well-told love story with beautifully written characters. Lane discovered the M/M genre a fews ago and was instantly hooked. Her first novel was a finalist in the 2013 Rainbow Awards. She is the bestselling author of the Better Than Stories series and Right and Wrong Stories and the new A Kind of Stories series. She loves travel, chocolate, and wine (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in an almost empty nest.