Please help me welcome Allison Cassatta to the blog today chatting about her latest release, Dearly Stalked.
Cops and Stalkers
Without giving too much away, Silas Cooper really is the guy who ends up in the middle of everything in this story. He finds himself caught between being overwhelmingly attracted to the physical beauty of the police officer, while finding a certain level of fulfilment with his personal assistant. One of those men will eventually drive his heart crazy, while the other just drives him crazy.
In the excerpt below, Silas is trying to figure out his alluring friend. He definitely felt sparks for Ben, but he didn’t know if the sparks were reciprocated. He wanted to explore this without being obvious, because again, Silas had someone at home, waiting for him to come back. Silas just wanted at break… and a little insight into the handsome boy next door type he kept running into.
They say the grass is greener on the other side, and Silas certainly contemplated this old saying more than once. In fact, the more adorable he found Ben Logan, the more he wondered if there was some credence to the saying. Have you ever been in a position where you had to seriously consider if a different situation was better than the one you were in at the time? Not necessarily a romantic relationship but even a friendship? I can speak from experience when I say the greener grass was removing a person from my life, simply because their constant complaining and negativity became too much. Have you ever experienced anything like that? What did you learn? Was there any fallout?
Title: Dearly Stalked
Author: Allison Cassatta
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: January 23, 2017
Genre(s): Gay mystery romance, stalker, mystery author, ex military, suspense, action, violence, kidnapping
Page Count: 291 pages
Reviewed by: Natosha
Writing crime novels catapulted Memphis native Silas Cooper to fame and fortune, but when his words backfire and he becomes trapped in what could be one of his books, he needs a hero of his own.
Silas’s publicist insists he hire a personal assistant, and Silas chooses Scott Kramer. But before Scott starts, he already has a round of steamy phone sex to hold over Silas’s head, and his interest in his boss isn’t decreasing.
Benjamin Logan joined the Army to see the world, and while deployed he read every one of Silas’s books. With his military career over, Ben is back in Memphis working for the police department—and attempting a deeply closeted relationship with fellow cop Morgan Brown.
Over coffee, Silas and Ben become friends who support each other as relationships fall apart, and the attraction between them slowly emerges. When a dangerous stalker threatens Silas, it’s up to Ben to stop him.
If Ben fails, Silas might not live to tell this story… and Ben might not be able to live with himself.
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At the opposite end of the counter, Silas waited like a good little boy, with patience and smiles, as the professionals on the other side crafted him the perfect beverage. He passed time thinking of torture schemes and the deep crevices of a fanatic’s smile. Somehow in the strange functions of his mind, Scott’s face appeared on the body of his madman.
Well, that was rather frightful.
He did his best to shake off those thoughts and put himself back in the right headspace, closing his eyes to picture a man less attractive than his live-in lover. Dirty fingers knotted around those plastic zip-tie devices the police generally used in lieu of handcuffs, pinching tight until the skin turned yellow-white. Yes, this is working. The villain had a gleam in his eyes, knowing his victim wouldn’t get away once he became bound at his ankles and wrists.
“Venti latte for Silas.”
The new voice pulled Silas’s attention from the barista and toward the general public who consumed their warm beverages with faces in books or laptops. His sights landed on black boots, wound up the black slacks, hesitated at the groin, then continued their journey north to Ben Logan’s smiling face. Silas couldn’t have been happier to find his new acquaintance on the end of that surprise voice.
“Well, hello, Officer.” Silas extended his hand.
Ben gave it a firm, manly shake. “How’ve you been?”
“Where’s your friend?”
“Friend? No. My assistant is… doing whatever it is assistants do.”
Silas knew how his answer sounded. The words gave an impression of weariness or annoyance with Scott. Which wasn’t completely true. They shared many beautiful moments. They rarely fought. Scott did absolutely everything Silas needed him to do, save for giving him space when Silas needed it.
“I thought you two were a thing or whatever,” Ben said.
“Or whatever.” Silas snorted.
He collected his coffee and nodded toward the door, hoping Ben would graciously allow this conversation to continue outside. The handsome officer with the magnetic smile and charming personality followed him. Silas held the door so he could get a gander of Ben’s hind parts in passing. It might’ve been the uniform, but Officer Hot Body still had a hot bottom too.
Ben waited to the side as Silas settled into a seat, and then he took the spot directly across the table from him. Sun coming from the west haloed Ben’s head, giving him an angelic aura. The hero of this story with a golden backdrop, how appropriate, Silas thought. His brain didn’t hesitate to put Ben into a role—the budding writer’s savior in a romance where Silas played the damsel in distress.
“We’re….” Silas tapped his chin. “I’m not exactly sure what we are.”
Ben arched his brow.
“Scott and I,” Silas clarified. “He was supposed to be my assistant, and, well, I blame phone sex. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”
When Ben continued to stare without expression, Silas feared he’d overshared. Not everyone wanted to hear the details of a gay man’s love life. In his defense, he assumed such of Officer Ben because the question had been posed.
“I’m so sorry,” Silas said, holding up both hands.
“No, it’s okay. I asked.”
“Am I what?” Ben frowned.
Ben’s jaw ticked, skin rippling over bone. It made him appear so much older, so much more rugged and world-worn than he had been before. He also didn’t seem to want to look Silas in the eye anymore, which could only mean one thing.
“I won’t tell anyone,” Silas said.
“I didn’t say I was.”
“You didn’t say you weren’t either.”
It all started with a dream that made her heart wrench and a set of mesmerizing eyes that begged to be seen, and Allison Cassatta the writer was born. A techie by trade, the day-dreamer in her wanted to sail away from the mundane, while the hopeless romantic in her searched for the perfect love story. Many poems and short stories were written before her first attempt at a novel and once that piece of her soul spilled onto paper, there was no stopping it.
She has an eye for the visually stunning and a mind that screams to bring that beauty to life. She gives her readers something they can feel in the depth of their heart, creates worlds they can touch and characters that become your best friend or worst enemy.
Born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee, big-city life was a rat-race that kept her busy in her career. It took moving with her new husband to a sleepy Mississippi town to make her realize that dreams can come true, and did they ever. She found herself a published author. She found her perfect romance.