Welcome to the Poster Boy Blog Tour! *confetti*
As you may or may not know, Poster Boy is the fifth in the Theta Alpha Gamma series, and (at least as far as I’m able to be sure about such things) the last TAG book. No, no, don’t be sad, be happy—we’re gonna go out in style!
Let’s discuss the nitty-gritty: the Blog Tour Giveaway. The prize package this time includes: one lovely “Theta Alpha Gamma Beer Terrorist Response Team” sweatshirt (I believe I have sizes M-XXL available, choice of two styles); one paperback copy of Frat Boy and Toppy with the new cover art, signed and inscribed to the winner; a bar of soap I bought in Les Baux (was going to send olives from Sainte-Remy, but we ate them . . . sorry about that) and; of course, one penis crocheted by moi.
How does one win, you ask? By following the tour, collecting all the official “prize” words (posts will have them clearly marked), and using them as directed at the end of this post (it’s complicated).
Happy word hunting, and enjoy the tour (psssssst, this one is heavy on the cut scenes).
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Poster Boy buy link.
It’s all fun and games until someone puts his heart out.
When Jock meets sexy grad student Toby at a frat party, things finally start looking up. After having been outed to his hockey team and then changing schools, he figures he’s due something good—like the sex he missed out on in the closet. Toby seems like a great place to start, and their night together is an awesome introduction to the fine art of hooking up.
Toby’s heart takes a bruising after the near-perfect experience with Jock leads to . . . nothing. He’s been left on the outside as his friends pair up into blissful coupledom, and he’s in danger of never completing (or starting) his thesis. Can’t something go right?
Then Toby’s coerced into chaperoning a Theta Alpha Gamma trip to France. Not that he’s complaining. What better place to finish his thesis and get over that frat boy? Except Jock’s outing is leaked to the press, making him an unwilling gay rights martyr, and he decides France is a great escape, too. It’s a break from reality for both guys, but they soon find their connection is as real as it gets.
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Poster Boy is a longish book, nearly 110,000 words, and that’s after I cut out the scenes that were unnecessary, which kind of sucks for me (*whining* “But I don’t wanna cut it”), but is nice for you, the blog tour devotees, because what else to do with all those cut scenes but use them as tour posts? I will be posting them on my site, eventually, but not until (well after, knowing me as I do) this tour is over.
Without further ado, here’s the first cut scene.
(She lies. Further ado ——->) This is the second version of the beginning of the book, which my editor and I decided to cut because it’s the only scene with Paul (from Love Hypothetically) in the book. He never appears elsewhere and isn’t important in the least to the plot (don’t tell him, his ego would shatter). The scene includes Toby, one of the heroes of Poster Boy, Sebastian (from Frat Boy and Toppy) and takes place at the party in Sweet Young Thang where Collin introduces Eric to his friends. If you’ve already read Poster Boy, you’ll recognize where I worked some of this into the book.
(Seriously this time). Without further ado:
“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to fill me in on the details of the disaster at that fraternity,” a voice behind Toby said. Paul.
Toby finished flipping the cap of his beer bottle in the trash before turning to his friend. “You don’t want to ask any of the Theta Alpha Gamma brothers in the living room?” It was really only a mild goad. He wasn’t actually mocking Paul, not yet.
Paul shuddered. “I prefer the current, segregated nature of this party.”
“It’s not entirely segregated,” Toby pointed out. “Some of the fratkind have ventured onto our savannah, if you’ll notice. Kyle, for instance.” He tilted his head toward the TAG president in the opposite corner of the kitchen. Kyle was talking to two other TAG brothers, but one of them, Brad, had the distinction of being both gay and a frat boy, therefore multiethnic. But, as was usual at a gathering of Sebastian’s mostly gay friends and Brad’s frat brothers, most of the partygoers preserved an amicable separation. Frat boys in the living room, gay boys in here.
“Kyle’s involved in conversation,” Paul said after glancing over his shoulder. “And that big lummox next to him doesn’t look capable of speech.”
Paul had a devout belief in judging people by only the most pernicious stereotypes. Tall, muscular and athletic translated to meathead in his parlance. If Toby didn’t find it amusing—and know for a fact that underneath it, Paul was a good person, if often misguided—he’d disassociate with the guy. “That ‘big lummox,’ Tank—“
“Was talking to your boyfriend for quite a while earlier. He seemed to know a few three-syllable words.” Toby lifted his brow before taking a swallow of beer. Paul didn’t respond other than to fidget. Time to drive the point home. “Trevor has some ties to Theta Alpha Gamma; why don’t you just ask him what happened?”
More fidgeting. Paul crossed his arms over his chest, cupping his elbows in his hands, and proceeded to personify the internet meme *shifty eyes*.
“Ah,” Toby nodded. “You don’t want him to know you’re interested in the gossip. You two have a very odd relationship.”
Paul straightened his spine. “And yet a successful one, thus far.”
“Except for that nine year separation during which you thought he was the epitome of evil and let your past with him affect how you treated people in your present life.”
“Except for that, yes.” Paul finally gave in and smiled, ducking his head to hide the amusement. He could be a caustic bitch, but since he and Trevor had got back together, he’d lightened up. “Just tell me about the damn bombing, already.” He recovered himself. “I hear it destroyed that den of machismo.”
“It was actually the fire that forced the guys to move out of TAG House,” Toby began.
“It was a fire?” Paul blinked. “I’d heard bombing. My sources have become unreliable.”
“Just think.” Toby couldn’t help but poke at him. “If you’d only ask the guy in bed next to you, you could trust in the information.”
Paul rolled his eyes. “Anyway, you were saying that on Saturday someone started an inferno—“
“No, no.” Toby stopped him with a raised palm. “On Friday, someone set the frat house on fire, and then on Saturday someone planted the bomb.”
Paul’s forehead wrinkled up. “You’re saying it was both a bombing and a fire?”
“It was quite the fratastrophe.”
A snort of laughter next to them announced the arrival of Sebastian. “Nice neologism.” He leaned his butt against a nearby piece of kitchen counter.
“Why thank you.” Toby offered up his smuggest smile and rewarded himself with a swig of beer.
“Were the arsonist and the bomber the same someone?” Paul asked. “Was it arson?”
“That it was,” Sebastian answered. “They’re still investigating whether it was the same perpetrator.”
“That’s more than I’ve heard,” Toby said, the words slipping out before he could stop them. Not that they were horrible words, simply they sounded a little bitter. Or forlorn.
Which of course Sebastian picked up on immediately. He tilted his head to one side, regarding Toby for a moment. “Your regular source of information on all things Theta Alpha Gamma has dried up, yeah?”
“I suppose I can sympathize with whoever set the frat house on fire and then bombed it,” Paul mused, saving Toby from having to reply. “But doesn’t it seem a bit excessive? That’s an extreme hatred of all things fraternal.” He shifted his shoulders, as if suppressing a shiver. But the smile flirting at the corners of his mouth suggested he found the situation thrilling rather than horrifying. “Maybe it’s because they’re all jocks, too.”
“Or a hatred of all things gay,” Sebastian pointed out with his beer bottle. “That’s the current theory, that TAG was targeted because of their new, gay-friendly membership policy.”
Now Paul looked properly horrified. “And just whose theory is this?” As if it was unthinkable that people might persecute others for being queer.
Sebastian’s smile went sour, twisting down. “Mostly Collin’s uncle’s theory as it turns out. He’s president of the TAG alumni association and fought the policy change in the first place.”
“But Collin’s gay himself!”
“Yes.” Toby nodded, interrupting Paul’s impending fit by waving in front of the guy’s face. “But he’s not out, and his uncle doesn’t know about his orientation either.”
“Ah.” Sebastian held up a “point of order” finger. “Actually, as of Wednesday night, Collin is out. Not to his uncle, only the frat, yet still.”
Okay, that did it. Toby had been officially disenfranchised. Under normal circumstances, he would have heard this information from Collin himself. The fact that he didn’t was a certain sign that Collin was happily and seriously partnered up, therefore he’d found someone else he wanted to confide in. Toby understood it—in the past, when he’d been in relationships, he’d done it unintentionally.
But until this point in his life, he’d never felt quite so outside of things. Collin had been the last of Toby’s good friends who was single. The last guy who didn’t immediately think about his partner when Toby called to see if he wanted to hang out. And the fact that they’d had a friends-with-benefits agreement only added to Toby’s sense of loss.
Not a huge loss—he hadn’t been in love with Collin—just . . . it all left him feeling like the boy who couldn’t swim so pretended he had something else to do while his friends all went to the pool. Thank God he was a generally optimistic person; otherwise this might really be getting him down.
Poor, poor Toby . . . *cackle*
For those of you playing to win the blog tour prize cache, here’s the word: leaf.
The word game—the rules are that I provide a bunch of words, and you have to create an ode to testicles. Hey, it’s fair—I gave you an ode to testicles in the book (well, part of one), you should give me one in return, using all the words from the tour. You may add any other words you need to, but it must include every word I gave out on the tour.
Of course, creative cheating might receive a pass from me . . .
At the end of the tour, send your ode to me at anne @ annetenino.com and I will choose one lucky winner from all the entries I receive by paying one of my children some exorbitant amount to draw an ode out of a hat (or other handy receptacle). All masterpieces must be to me by May 4th, 2014 at midnight Pacific Daylight Time (GMT -7:00). For a schedule of all tour stops, you can go here.
*If the winner will be at GRL, GayRomance Northwest or the RT Booklover’s Convention, I’m also offering a lunch with me. And yes, I’ll pay. 😉
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Raised on a steady diet of Monty Python, classical music and the visual arts, Anne Tenino was—famously—the first patient diagnosed with Compulsive Romantic Disorder. Since that day, Anne has taken on conquering the M/M world through therapeutic writing. Finding out who those guys having sex in her head are and what to do with them has been extremely liberating.
Anne’s husband finds it liberating as well, although in a somewhat different way. Her two daughters are mildly confused by Anne’s need to twist Ken dolls into odd positions. However, other than occasionally stealing Ken1’s strap-on, they let Mom do her thing without interference.
Wondering what Anne does in her spare time? Mostly she lies on the couch, eats bonbons and shirks housework.
Check out what Anne’s up to now by visiting her site. http://annetenino.com
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
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