K.A. Mitchell Guest Post: Get to Know Eli
I sit down with Mr. Wright in a booth at With Relish. He kisses the pale blond waiter who brought us to the table before sliding in.
“Need a menu?” asks the waiter.
“Nope.” Mr. Wright pins me with his gaze, gray eyes made even more intense with a thin ring of black eye-liner. “You’re buying, right?’
I cover a wince and nod. He orders a number four, mushrooms and jack cheese, and a KZ Juiced Cherry. I order a hot tea.
The waiter rolls his eyes at me as he departs.
“What’s this interview for again?” Mr. Wright drums his fingers on the table, drawing my attention to his black nail polish.
I pull out my notebook and pen. “I thought we could talk about the changes in your life since last October.”
“No, I mean, who’s it for? Who do you write for?”
“Ah, well—” I could really use that tea right now. “I’m currently freelancing.”
He stops drumming his fingers and his breath puffs out in a sound between disgust and sympathy. “Yeah. Join the club.”
“Can’t afford to.”
He laughs then. It’s as far removed from a soft chuckle as I am from New York Times Bestseller. The sheer volume draws more than a few glances to our table, but I don’t think that’s why they keep staring. There’s something about Eli Wright. He’s more than just a pretty young man in eyeliner and a silky black top. And when he’s grinning and flashing that one crooked tooth, it’s hard to look away.
The waiter drops off our drinks, uncapping the soda right at the table edge. A wisp of condensation curls into the cool dry air of the restaurant.
“Thanks, Silver.” Eli toasts the waiter before taking a swallow.
I can’t imagine why he needs it. He vibrates with energy already. I look down at my sad dusty tea bag and lukewarm water.
“So what do you hope to get out of this interview?”
“If you’re going to ask all the questions, maybe you should buy your own supper.”
He grins again but waits for my answer.
“Don’t you think your story is interesting enough to interest a reader?”
“Hon, my story will interest them right in the short and curlies.” He leans forward, propping an elbow on the table so he can cup his chin and bat his eyes at me.
Despite the complete lack of heat from my cup of tepid water, my cheeks flush.
He grabs the handle of my cup and side-eyes the barely brown liquid. After signaling the waiter, he says, “You’re going to need something a lot stronger than tea.” He runs his tongue over that crooked tooth. “I just hope you’re a better storyteller than you are an interviewer. Ready?”
Title: Bad Boyfriend (Bad in Baltimore #2)
Author: K.A. Mitchell
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: February 20, 2018
Page Count: 272
Reviewed by: Parvathy
Causing trouble has never been more fun.
Eli Wright doesn’t follow anyone’s rules. When he was seventeen, his parents threw him out of the house for being gay. He’s been making his own way for the past five years and he’s not about to change himself for anyone’s expectations. For now, romance can wait. There are plenty of hot guys to keep him entertained until he finds someone special.
Quinn Maloney kept the peace and his closeted boyfriend’s secrets for ten years. One morning he got a hell of a wake-up along with his coffee. Not only did the boyfriend cheat on him, but he’s marrying the girl he knocked up. Inviting Quinn to the baby’s baptism is the last straw. Quinn’s had enough of gritting his teeth to play nice. His former boyfriend is in for a rude awakening, because Quinn’s not going to sit quietly on the sidelines. In fact, he has the perfect scheme, and he just needs to convince the much younger, eyeliner-wearing guy who winks at him in a bar to help him out.
Eli’s deception is a little too good, and soon he has everyone believing they’re madly in love. In fact, he’s almost got Quinn believing it himself….
Second Edition. First Edition published by Samhain Publishers Inc., December 2011.
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K.A. Mitchell discovered the magic of writing at an early age when she learned that a carefully crayoned note of apology sent to the kitchen in a toy truck would earn her a reprieve from banishment to her room. Her career as a spin-control artist was cut short when her family moved to a two-story house and her trucks would not roll safely down the stairs. Around the same time, she decided that Ken and G.I. Joe made a much cuter couple than Ken and Barbie and was perplexed when invitations to play Barbie dropped off. She never stopped making stuff up, though, and was thrilled to find out that people would pay her to do it. Although the men in her stories usually carry more emotional baggage than even LAX can lose in a year, she guarantees they always find their sexy way to a happy ending.